Only God
Chapter 357 - 314 Pushing Open the Doors of the Golden Hall

Chapter 357: Chapter 314 Pushing Open the Doors of the Golden Hall

The eclipse cast an even deeper gloom over the earth.

In countless city-states, divine statues were laden with offerings, but the cold statues remained silent, unresponsive, even as the cities at their feet were reduced to ashes, their inhabitants were slaughtered indiscriminately, blood flooding the streets, even as the statues themselves were smashed to pieces...

What did the eclipse signify?

It meant that the light they depended on for survival was being obscured, it meant the arrival of doomsday.

And in Danschel City, under the eclipse, morale collapsed even further.

Even though Nesol’s army was equally in disarray, retreating in swarms from the city walls, the huge disparity in troop numbers cast an even heavier shadow over the Royal City.

The soldiers who had fought valiantly for days knew all too well the terror of the enemy. They believed more fervently, some even donating all their possessions to worship the Divine, seeking their protection.

Apart from the Divine’s might, the soldiers saw no hope of victory.

And the eclipse undoubtedly crushed the last bit of hope.

The Divine did not protect them...

Sounds of collapse spread to every corner of Danschel City; despite King Phil’s personal intervention, the King’s authority was futile in the face of the eclipse.

Royal authority was so revered, but in the face of the eclipse, even the most noble King was nothing more than a mere mortal.

When the eclipse finally moved away from the sky, three days later, King Nesol once again led his large army to attack the city.

This Danschel would, like every small nation in history, be overwhelmed by the tides of the times, becoming but dust in history.

When King Phil once again ascended the city walls to fight shoulder to shoulder with his soldiers, he could no longer see their courage to protect their home and country.

On their faces was only numbness.

The thunderous sound of the horns rose, and the soldiers on the ramparts fought listlessly, appearing to exert all their strength to resist the enemy’s siege, yet the enemy’s onslaught grew ever more successful against their defenses.

The mounds of arrows and stones thrown could not stop the enemy’s advancing steps, and King Phil, in despair, fought desperately on the city walls. He repeatedly shouted his name, conveying his message of shared fate with his soldiers, but in face of overwhelming despair, royal authority had lost its magic power.

In the end, an unnamed low-rank soldier thrust a spear. Phil, the battle-worn King, covered in blood and utterly exhausted, did not notice the spear thrust with deadly accuracy toward his undefended ribs. Blood gushed out, and King Phil fell in an instant.

Soon after, King Phil was pierced with several spears and died in battle on the ramparts.

The King’s death instantly snapped the taut string of the soldiers’ morale. Even though the Crown Prince was still there and assumed command in a timely manner, the soldiers still threw off their armor and retreated step by step. In less than half a day, the entire rampart was yielded, and the walls of Danschel were breached.

The Royal City fell into intense street fighting, but without the protection of the walls, even as united as the city’s citizens were, against the absolute difference in military strength, they amounted to nothing, lives trampled, houses burned, the once prosperous Royal City left in ruins.

True Believers who had come to preach fought side by side with the citizens, but they could not even delay the enemy’s advance. In the end, the Crown Prince was captured and brought before King Nesol. Danschel had completely fallen.

The Great Elder clasped his hands together, staring blankly at the bodies on the ground.

Blood flowed like rivers everywhere.

Over the long stretch of time, he had pleaded countless times for a divine miracle to come, but when had the Lord’s miracle truly arrived...

He had never witnessed the coming of a miracle...

Now, it was the same.

............

............

Solamus stood with a pointy-hatted witch at his side.

That was Mona, who after two hundred years, had already become an outstanding witch, to the extent that she could be considered a Second Rank Divine.

Dozens of days ago, Solamus found Mona, recognized her, and brought her into the Celestial Kingdom.

"Solamus... why... did you not get involved in this great battle?"

Mona learned of the cause and effect from the mouths of other Divines, and she was puzzled, for Solamus, who had formed an alliance with Water God Angel, had not stepped onto this battlefield of the gods in conflict.

"Mona, I am not in fear, I have nothing to dread,"

Solamus said slowly.

"Then...why is that?"

Mona asked quietly.

"Have you ever considered why those gods who regard themselves as great would one day fall to the point of slaughtering each other?"

Solamus said in a heavy tone, gazing into the distance.

Mona shook her head and replied,

"Is it not because of fear? Fear of the coming of the Heavenly City."

Mona’s understanding was superficial; she didn’t know the deeper secrets.

Wizards would know many secrets of the world, but when it came to the secrets of the Divines, they would respectfully keep their distance.

Solamus spoke softly,

"Mona, what I see, you cannot,

Not only can you not see, many Divines cannot either.

More than a thousand years ago, the seal I personally set has been undone by Shan’en, and within that sealed Golden Hall, a profound and pale aura spills out incessantly..."

Mona was momentarily dazed. She had heard of that great war a thousand years ago from the mouths of other Divines.

The gods, whom mortals worship day and night in the Temples, had barely survived that war...

Solamus didn’t mind the astonishment on Mona’s face; she still stared intently at the Golden Hall,

"Shan’en suddenly sealed the Golden Hall...many Divines are kept in the dark about the reason, and at first, I too could not understand..."

Mona grew anxious and said incredulously,

"Sola, are you saying, the King of Gods made that choice, to, to overturn the Prophecy, to change fate by choosing...the Primordial Will?"

Mona’s voice became softer and more tremulous as she spoke.

She couldn’t believe this was the whole truth.

To counter the Heaven that was destined to arrive, the towering Divine King Shan’en would make such a choice...

Solamus did not answer Mona; it was as if she had tacitly agreed.

That sharp gaze, cutting through layers of distance, fixed on the tightly shut doors of the Golden Hall.

For countless days and nights...

On the battlefield of the gods’ tumultuous conflict, the allied forces of Water God Angel and Curse God Yikabe were being vigorously attacked by Dragon God Endora and other Divines, retreating at a visibly fast pace.

Before much longer, Endora, who controlled the War Star, would tear those two earliest of awakened Divines to pieces, much like the taking of Prophetic God Kagawus’s life.

And Solamus, who had long delayed, regardless of which direction the battlefield took, her gaze was still fixed on the sealed Golden Hall.

This war among the gods was truly vast...

So vast that...the gods had already forgotten the existence of Divine King Shan En.

And when the great day was obscured by shadows, the whole world seemed to plunge into eternal night.

The sealed Golden Hall,

Let out a heavy sound of doors being pushed open.

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