After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

After a long silence that cannot be measured in time.

On the black iron throne, the dark figure, which had been sleeping like a stone sculpture, trembled slightly, as if awakening from a long slumber.

He slowly stood up, reached out, and gently placed his hand on the head of a twilight creature resembling a demonic wolf in front of him.

After a slight fluctuation in his soul, he nodded slightly.

"There is a city that has not fallen into darkness..."

"It seems they've even developed an autonomous light source with extremely high conversion efficiency?"

"Light..."

The figure, like a dark angel, uttered a silent soliloquy, filled with a long-lasting sigh.

Everyone in this world believed that the sun god had fallen.

This view is not wrong to be precise, because the blasphemous Trojan Horse was the primary target of the other gods who were still half-dead, retaining some of their status, and barely surviving in the deepest part of the astral plane.

The God of Sun and Truth is indeed no more, and no matter how long the years pass, he cannot return from the Astral Plane.

but--

For gods, there is no such thing as true death.

The throne of the God of Sun and Truth collapsed during the Great Cataclysm, and the divine kingdom and divine realm were reduced to oblivion.

However, the remnants of its authority, and the divinity distorted by the chaos, madness, and pollution brought about by the blasphemous Trojan horse, have been reassembled.

However, the entirely new product resulting from this aggregation—

It is now vastly different from the original, sacred sun god.

In fact, it can be said to be the complete opposite.

Even the power of light, originally the symbol of the sun god, that shines upon all things, majestic and sacred—

Under the reversal brought about by the depravity, it turned into silently corrupting living beings in the darkness, transforming them into the twisted power of twilight creatures.

However, to some extent—

Having fallen from his divine throne and suffered a great loss of status, the fallen sun god now possesses more human desires compared to his divine incarnation at his peak.

He was eager to reclaim his lost status.

But if one wishes to ascend the throne once more, re-establish the divine kingdom, and once again look down upon the human world from a superior position.

Therefore, faith and believers are indispensable.

only--

With his now broken and corrupted power, coupled with the relentless targeting of the Twilight Witch who blasphemed the sun god and stole his divine authority—

How easy is it to restore the glory of being the head of the gods, just like in the beginning?

then.

The twisted, fallen sun god chose a shortcut that was similar to his current power.

He only needs to rely on his corrupt and twisted authority to pollute all living beings into twilight creatures.

Therefore, even though the quality of faith power contributed by twilight creatures is far lower than that of normal believers, their sheer numbers make up for it—

And his inspiration from the blasphemous Trojan horse, which allowed the Twilight Creatures to spread like a plague, was enough.

This is undoubtedly a method even more evil than that of an evil god.

However, for the already half-mad, fallen sun god, there was no time to concern himself with such things anymore.

"That city... needs to be eradicated."

"High-efficiency solar energy technology—"

"Especially the wizarding ideas it contains must never be spread..."

The fallen sun god rose from his iron throne, looking down at the pale, withered figures in the palace.

He couldn't help but recall the legendary bone demon from two hundred years ago, whose eyes seemed to be dripping blood.

At first, like the other gods, he thought that it was just an insignificant survivor from the witch hunt two thousand years ago.

Even if you achieve legendary status, so what?

These mere legendary undead creatures could be annihilated by a mere wave of the hand of a true god.

However, this tiny being, which he considered no different from an ant, unleashed a terrifying catastrophe that caused the gods to shed blood.

They even created someone who caused him and the remaining gods a great deal of trouble...

A true blasphemer.

Wizards...and all the ideas associated with them.

Even the slightest connection must be eradicated!

"That Twilight Witch should still be restrained by the uncontrolled authority and mad divinity scattered by the gods on the outer edge of the world—"

"Right now, they probably don't have time to attend to me..."

"How ridiculous—"

“He has stolen the power of the gods with his lowly status.”

"Yet, in order to protect those few ants barely surviving on the continent, they still gave up their own chance to advance further."

"He even sealed himself away to prevent his uncontrollable power from spilling over and affecting the mainland..."

The fallen sun god sneered.

After falling from his divine throne, the human side of his consciousness began to emerge more.

However, having attained the position of a true god long ago, he naturally could not understand the actions of the Twilight Witch at this moment.

They are nothing but insignificant ants.

It's utterly worthless... just a fleeting dream.

However, the other party's behavior undoubtedly gave him an opportunity.

Although breaking through the blockade to reach the outside world and reclaiming his full power as the sun god and moon god would undoubtedly be discovered and thwarted by the Twilight Witch.

But for example... something like causing a city in the real world to fall...

The Twilight Witch, who has already sealed herself away, is undoubtedly unaware of this.

The fallen sun god slowly stretched out his hand.

An invisible command, accompanied by an indescribable pressure, was transmitted.

In an instant, the twilight creatures that had been quietly guarding the Black Iron Throne bowed down and then slowly retreated.

Outside the palace, withered creatures, some slumbering and others wandering aimlessly, began to consciously gather in the direction of Aurora City.

After issuing the command, the fallen sun god sat back on the Iron Throne.

Destroying a city wouldn't require his personal intervention; relying on those twilight creatures would suffice.

Even though the Twilight Witch has stolen some of his power, and a considerable portion of the original power of the Sun God has been lost outside the world and is difficult to retrieve, his current power is only one or two tenths of what it was at its peak.

However, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

In any case, he once ascended the throne of God.

In this shattered world where even legends have vanished, the fallen sun god believes nothing can hinder his plans.

.......

On the city wall of Aurora City.

The soldiers, clad in gleaming silver armor, stood in neat rows, waiting silently.

"The twilight tide has gathered—"

"Currently, the visible distance from the outer edge of Aurora City is 150 li..."

"One hundred and forty li."

"One hundred and thirty li."

At the top of the watchtower, Governor Francis stood beside the lighthouse, calmly listening to the intelligence reports relayed by the scouts.

Unlike the standard robes worn by consuls in the past.

At this moment, Francis was wearing the same armor as his soldiers.

"One hundred and twenty li..."

Another message arrived, accompanied by the hurried footsteps of the scouts, and Francis took a deep breath.

He looked at Aize and Anna beside him, who also had serious expressions, and slowly began to speak.

“I think—it’s time.”

"Ah."

Anna nodded.

"For safety reasons, the core array of 'Marrow Burst' needs to be activated personally by His Majesty Charles."