"Denisha, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to et you here, have you eaten?"
Looking at the Good Sister’s gloomy face and the disappointnt nearly overflowing from her eyes, Dorothy felt a bit cowardly and awkward. She hesitated for a long ti, eventually scratched her head, and then laughed awkwardly while babbling.
However, unfortunately, even though Denisha usually indulges her, she is unlikely to give in easily on such crucial issues, especially after repeated warnings.
"I told you earlier in Japan, Dorothy, there is nothing in this world worth sacrificing yourself for. If there’s a next ti, then I will personally destroy everything you wish to protect."
Lord God King’s eyes, as dignified and noble as a deity, held absolute reason and indifference. Facing her sister’s attempt to muddle through, she simply stated.
And she carried through.
"Sister, no..."
Dorothy realized the seriousness of the problem, her face changed drastically, and she just wanted to plead for rcy, but before she could speak, God King’s Divine Punishnt had already descended.
This was also the first ti the Hobody Witch witnessed the power of the Witch King.
Lord God King did not need to act, nor did she need to.
When the thought of destruction erged in her heart, the fall of this great world was already a foregone conclusion.
Ti instantly accelerated ten million tis, and the Hobody Witch watched helplessly as the chanical grandeur she spent 300 years finally establishing headed toward extinction.
All because, on that day, the Winter Empire lost both its Empress and Goddess.
Then chaos ensued.
Originally united because of shared faith and Empress’s leadership, the diverse clans began to have little sches for their own interests in this leaderless situation.
Initially, everyone just wanted to seek a little more benefit for their tribes, but then the ambition grew bigger, the appetite deeper; the Winter Empire beca fragnted under the push of ambitious individuals.
The chanical Church was supposed to reverse the tide at this ti, but losing the Goddess’s favor, the once wise chanical Monks beca anxious and despairing; they even began self-punishnt, daily repenting in front of the deity’s image, seemingly thinking the Goddess’s departure was due to insufficient faith.
Of course, so chanical Monks felt they should reverse the tide, as the Goddess had long imparted wisdom on how to lead the Empire onward, and besides, the Goddess rely guided; the Empire’s current prosperity was actually created by mortal hands, and now without the Goddess’s absolutely correct guidance, they might make mistakes more easily, but trying more still allows for survival.
After all, fledglings must eventually leave their parents and fly alone, perhaps the Goddess’s departure is her final gift to them.
Regrettably, once these chanical Monks’ ideas were proposed, they were imdiately denounced as heretical by more chanical Monks, thus the chanical Church headed towards division.
Then, war began.
The newly independent Hundreds clans, the chanical Church branches accusing each other of heresy, the southern countries long dissatisfied with the Northern Territory’s might among humans...
This was a terrifying war that swept across the entire world.
All at once, flas of war everywhere, cries of the world, suffering rampant, mortal purgatory.
It took Dorothy and Elsa 300 years for the Winter Empire’s unity, and now from unity to fragntation, it took only a month, the downfall of this vast empire took but a week.
The various chanical creations originally made to benefit the world now all transford into weapons of war.
The weather systems once used to regulate climate for convenient farming now whipped up storms, sent down torrential rains, stirred up tsunamis, triggered floods...
The nanotechnology body modification once ant for curing diseases was now used to create Super Soldiers, countless invulnerable, imnsely powerful humanoid weapons were produced...
Not to ntion those chas, Floating Warships, Super Electromagnetic Cannons, Nuclear Cannons originally ant for war...
This war had no victors, only a total loss.
The chanical might rampaged across the earth, taking away this once-prosperous great nation’s last pride, the many wonders that forr Empire citizens were proud of now reduced to ruins under the baptism of artillery, leaving only the scorched earth wasteland.
When a few Lucky Ones who hid in various shelters ca out again, what they faced was only the wreckage-filled wasteland.
But it doesn’t matter, many scientists and magicians were still alive, and the survivors under their guidance prepared to rebuild a new ho, however...
The plague descended.
That world war really killed too many people, and not just humans, but also the Supernatural Hundreds.
The Great Dragon’s body oozing poison, the neck of the headless Angels spraying curses, pieces from dismbered Demons containing desire’s lure, the Elves’ World Tree, the Dwarfs’ ashes fused with the creation furnace...
These deceased supernatural beings silently cursed the surviving masses, their resentnt transford into terrifying poison, the Scarlet Plague descended, this plague born from the dead’s resentnt naturally restrains all living things, even contaminating a little ant only powerlessly awaiting death for survivors.
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