The Crimson Moon shattered in the sky.
Countless believers on the Mortal Plane looked up at the sky.
Shock engulfed their eyes.
The gaze that enveloped them disappeared.
In the past, even the pan-believers could feel the sun-like gods looked down on them from beyond the sky.
There was nothing at this moment. There was nothing.
It felt like someone got used to being in the light, and one blew the candle down.
It was pitch-black as far as the eye could see. The sense of security in their hearts was like a young girl's long dress. A hooligan tore it apart and disappeared without a trace.
Many believers trembled and prostrated on the ground. They pressed their heads and chanted prayers.
There was no response despite their devout prayers and fervent chant.
No, it disappeared. God no longer responded to them!
Some believers cried and even sat on the ground weakly. Their faces appeared sorrowful.
They returned to their senses and rushed out to their homes with doubts. They went to the sect of the god they believed in.
Then, they immediately realized that innumerable believers had gathered, and everyone had a terrified expression.
They discussed it with each other. They realized they were not the only ones who had lost the gods. Everyone else could no longer sense the existence of the gods!
However, this did not make the believers relax. That frightened them even more.
The god they believed in had fallen! That is the meaning of this.
The believers pondered. Countless fanatics were unwilling to believe it. They rushed into the church and prayed frantically.
One, two, three hours have passed. They received no response despite their sincere prayers.
An indescribable fear spread from the believers.
The Mortal Plane quickly learned that the sect was in big trouble.
All the believers lost their connection to the gods!
What did this mean?
The leaders of the top forces felt their mouths went dry. Their hearts palpitated faster.
The various factions used all means to search for information about the sect.
Soon, they learned even more shocking news! The cult symbol, the priest, had lost all his power!
That made countless ambitious people unable to sit still.
The power of a priest depended on the gods and originated from the gods. It was the power most closely related to the gods and was also the symbol of the sect.
God had also lost his power if a priest lost his, too!
They pondered how the Crimson Moon in the sky had shattered. They thought about how one buried the allied troops of gods inside.
Those top forces also began to stir.
The sect occupied generous resources, mineral veins, food, shops, magic potions, and weapons as the force of the gods. And so on, almost every industry and religion had its power.
The various large sects naturally enjoyed them and occupied the rich resources with powerful troops as guards and gods with supreme power as shields in the past.
But now, they had lost the power to protect themselves. They lost their mightiest reliance. The assets that had provided the sect with a steady income in the past had become fat meat in everyone's eyes.
Oil and water that made people drool shrouded them.
The believers started waves and gradually warmed up as time passed. The undercurrents became more and more turbulent.
The turmoil in the outside world did not affect Twilight City. The desert of death has it.
On July 20th, Richard stood on the tall and sturdy city wall. He looked at the blue sky.
His thoughts were inexplicable.
It had been two days since the Crimson Moon shattered.
That night, Windsor shattered the Crimson Moon before him and buried the entire coalition troops of gods.
She revived the great ancient ones. Something stripped and suppressed the authority of the gods. The gods had already lost their power.
The top-tier boss had told him she would bury the gods one day. It happened under the watchful eyes of the entire Mortal Plane.
However, this was not the end. The next step was the most important.
That was because the gods who had lost their authority and power would return to the Mortal Plane.
At that time, the Bottomless Abyss, the Ninth Hell, and the Death Plane would all form spatial passageways with the Mortal Plane.
The real test had just begun.
Therefore, Windsor quickly left. She reminded Richard to be careful and told him she had used a remarkable power to retain his authority.
However, the ancient rules had already taken effect. Richard couldn't use them until he found a way to reactivate them.
She could not know the methods to activate it.
Windsor informed him of the news and left.
"Yellow Sand Authority…"
Richard turned around and looked at the yellow sand. His face showed a bitter smile.
He was used to the feeling of circulating his power in the depths of the desert. The desert no longer gave him strength and support now that something sealed his authority.
It was like a fish came to a small pond from a lake. That enormously restricted the fish in all aspects.
A series of footsteps interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and saw Butler Karu. The gray-haired butler had a wrinkled face. He approached Richard.
The chief butler of Twilight City bowed and gravely spoke.
"Lord, the Grand Duke of Frostwolf has sent news that the ancient king of the Holy Church Empire is critically ill and on the verge of death.
"The Grand Duke asks if you want to make a move against the throne of the Holy Church Empire now.
"Prince Luce also sent more specific information. The Abyssal Evil God secretly connected with the royal family. He lost his power now. The ancient king originally relied on sorcery to maintain his life. The sorcery has backfired. That directly caused his life to deteriorate."
Richard raised an eyebrow.
The ancient king would die when a force deprived the powers of the gods. That was the plan he had made with Windsor.
That would happen despite a backslash from an evil technique.
But now, he didn't need those backup plans.
"Inform the Grand Duke of Frostwolf in Solan City. Immediately have him and the other three archdukes secretly enter the Holy Church City!
"Tell them to refrain from producing a sound when they enter the city. The four archdukes would take action and secretly rope in those wavering neutral camps.
"Making more friends and fewer enemies is the essence of politics.
"Wait until the ancient king dies before launching a coup. Don't expose too much in the early stages.
"These archdukes should know better than us how to do it."
Which of the top figures who could become Grand Duke were simple?
He didn't even need to intervene. They could do it perfectly with a few of them working together.
The struggle to inherit the throne had never been about who was the orthodox or who the ancient liked. The power behind the various heirs was the key!
"Yes, my Lord!"
Karu was also excited.
The heir of an empire was about to change under the will of Twilight City.
And the person who inherited this empire was the Third Prince anyone hated and despised a few months ago!
Helping a person that everyone looked down on ascend to the throne felt very fulfilling.
Of course, this was Richard's trick. He was just the messenger, but even so, it was enough for him to enjoy himself.
Karu continued to report after the discussion.
"The sales of the Elven Music Boxes have recently reached a new high. Moreover, the Solan Chamber of Commerce and the Phoenix-Tail Flower Chamber of Commerce spread to the cities at the edge of the desert of death through their sales network.
"There are almost no competitors wherever I go!"
Passion filled Karu's eyes as he spoke.
"The dark elves you especially praised have already become celebrities, according to Vale.
"We'll sell Eleven Music Tapes immediately as long as the Violet Merchant Association Chamber of Commerce releases them!"
"Several people even came to ask about the other party."
Richard's eyes flashed playfully.
Has the idol chasing already taken shape?
But he needed more!
"I can start the second step now.
"Print that photo of the dark elves into an Elven Book and sell it at ten times, no, fifty times the price of the Elven Music Box.
"At the same time, produce dark elven statues, pendants, and other small items.
"Remember, the price of ordinary items should be affordable. We should increase the high-level items as magic books.
"Earning resources is one thing. We have to continue to increase their influence!
"I hope the Dark Elves are the only light in the darkness where a force collapsed the gods collapsed and shattered the faith!"
Richard finished speaking. Karu's heart started to beat wildly.
That made people tremble. That is the meaning of those words.
He lowered his head and bowed with his hands on his chest, his posture extremely humble.
"Your will is above everything else!"
Richard's eyes flickered, and he spoke slowly after a long time.
"How is the transformation of the god's ancient tree?"
Butler Karu bent his back even more.
"We have already divided a special area to preach to the god's ancient tree sect. That is according to your instructions. We compiled the teachings and improved the preaching in the past few months. We have already developed more than 10,000 believers…"
Richard narrowed his eyes.
"Not enough, far from enough!
"Transfer the core members and continue to expand the missionary team.
"I hope the number of believers of the god's ancient tree sect will exceed 100,000 in three months."
"I swear to complete the mission!"
Richard nodded and motioned for Karu to get up.
"Is there anything else?"
Butler Karu finally regained his composure and spoke respectfully.
"President Vale also sent a message. The leader of the Frostwolf Family, the legendary powerhouse, the Grand Duke of Frostwolf, has sent Miss Rebecca to Solan City. Miss Rebecca officially invites you to the Frostwolf Family."
"Rebecca?"
Richard sighed. He had long planned to go to the Ice Empire. But various concerns delayed him to do so. He couldn't time.
He had used the Desert Crown Robe to trade with the other party for the ice mineral vein, but he couldn't take it over.
"Did the other party tell you the reason for inviting me?"
Butler Karu spoke softly.
"She wanted to discuss the Ell Plane. The Frostwolf Family is very interested in entering Ell.
"Miss Rebecca also would like to thank you for giving her the victory gem."
'Ell Plane.'
Richard had an idea.
He was the first person to eat crabs. Ell Plane became a well-deserved [Trading market] with the ID Qing Qiu among the players.
The players and the natives were restless.
However, for safety reasons, there was an unwritten rule in Ell that only players were allowed to enter.
This restriction stuck many indigenous forces in their throats.
The feeling of being restricted was still unpleasant, although many nobles had one or two factions made up entirely of players. They could not carry out several operations.
The benefits moved people's hearts.
The Ell Plane's position was vital here, especially after they simultaneously opened enormous planes. The Ell Plane was still firmly in the first place, which made people have to consider it carefully.
Richard said slowly after a moment of silence.
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