Female Knight Simulator, I am full of righteousness!

On the ground lay flowing blood, dead bodies, and a crumbling civilization.

When she first arrived, she was followed by dozens of people.

Now, although there wasn't an empty space behind her yet, the few people still alive were all filthy, as if they had just come out of a coal mine, and their faces were tired and droopy.

Loria's heart sank rapidly.

Morale is rapidly declining.

Correspondingly, the enemy was not afraid even when they were being driven back in defeat.

At this rate, will they really be able to reach the vicinity of the sealed land?

She quickly turned around to look at where Charles was. Charles had obviously realized the problem as well, and he was constantly trying to motivate the people around him.

But even chicken blood can lose its effectiveness.

Humans have their limits.

"Are you worried?" the chairman suddenly asked.

Loria hummed in agreement.

The president didn't continue speaking, but suddenly took her hand.

The warmth from her palms immediately softened Loria's tense body.

Let's keep going.

From midnight to dawn, and from dawn to sunrise, the battle shattered this once prosperous land. Under the engulfment of that crimson island in the sky, the capital and the surrounding areas had become two distinct worlds.

As the sun rose high overhead, Loria finally arrived at the sealed land she had longed for, utterly exhausted.

It was an extremely well-preserved cathedral.

Below the statue of the goddess standing in the church square is a small fountain.

At this moment, a person dressed in a black robe stood quietly facing the goddess statue, with his back to all the people who had rushed over.

If it weren't for the chaotic surroundings, anyone who saw him at first glance would probably think he was a devout follower of the goddesses of dawn, wind, and sky.

Loria sighed inwardly.

Just as Charles was about to step forward, the man suddenly raised his right hand.

"Shhh."

He made such a soft and drawn-out sound.

"It will wake up the goddess."

Charles stopped and did not make a move immediately. He had also sustained many injuries along the way.

"You are the leader of the Hidden Lords?"

The man slowly turned around. He wore round-framed glasses, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he couldn't hide the smile on his lips: "I prefer you to call me Prophet rather than a title that symbolizes status like 'leader'."

"You... are the diocese rector of Dahra Diocese?!"

Sharon, standing in the crowd, widened her eyes and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"That's true."

"I've seen him."

Those who had broken through numerous obstacles to reach the sealed land began to whisper among themselves.

Loria was stunned. So, this really is a follower of the goddess.

The parish chief is already considered a high-ranking member of the Goddess Cult. How did you, a parish chief, become the leader of a cult?

The self-proclaimed prophet Dahra, the parish chief, looked up at the goddess's outstretched hands, his gaze suddenly drifting away. At midday, such tranquility was out of place with his surroundings.

“I think you must be wondering why I’m the only one here, and why those people risked their lives to stop you.”

"why?"

"This all started with my nickname, the Prophet."

The prophet placed his hand on the statue of the goddess.

"What is this world really like? Many people are looking for the answer to this question. I was thinking about this question when I was a little boy. Later, I came into contact with the Goddess Cult. The doctrine says that this world was created by the Goddess with the winds of freedom. What a romantic answer!"

The prophet suddenly bowed towards the statue of the goddess.

His actions left Loria completely baffled. Had this man gone mad?

"Because of this sentence, I became a believer in the goddess, went to a church school, and became a priest in Dahra after graduation. It took me twenty years to finally become a parish priest. I thought I could always listen to the goddess's whispers, but one day I met the Weaver."

"I'm sure you've all heard many people say that I'm a fanatic of the Weaver, willing to destroy the world just to see her. But that's wrong. Whether in the past, present, or future, I will always be a believer in the Goddess."

"..."

You mean your mom?

Loria was speechless.

Facing the angry gazes of the crowd, the prophet showed no fear or shame.

"I know you don't believe me, but that's okay. You'll understand once I explain it clearly. First, we need to discuss how this world came to be."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and a magician stepped forward.

"The world was born from nothingness, and that nothingness was a collection of energy."

The prophet shook his head: "Have you ever dreamed?"

Loria couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Are there really people in this world who don't dream?

First, know this: "Even gods dream, but of course, the dreams of gods are completely different from the dreams of us."

He slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly a dreamlike water ball floated up in his palm.

"Long, long ago, the goddess fell into a deep slumber. We cannot know the length of her slumber. At one point, in her dream, a world was born—the world we inhabit. In simpler terms, we are people living in the goddess's dream. Once the goddess awakens, then..."

Snapped.

The water sphere in the prophet's palm suddenly burst open.

"The world we live in, and we ourselves, will collapse and vanish in an instant, just like this water sphere."

Water slid down the prophet's palm.

These simple words struck everyone present like a thunderbolt.

"how is this possible?"

"Stop spreading rumors and misleading people..."

The prophet interrupted the crowd: "The reason those people listened to me and risked their lives to stop you is because they understood my words. We live in a world that is on the verge of collapse. To fundamentally solve this problem, we must find a way to make our world real. To achieve this goal, we have no choice but to rely on the power of the Outer Gods."

He smiled, opened his heart, and was kind and approachable.

Most people, including Charles, were in a state of confusion.

letter.

Still don't believe it?

Loria was equally shocked, but compared to others, she was much more receptive to change, having come from another world.

She had seen this concept of the world being a dream in games.

She quickly calmed down and asked, "If that's the case, why don't you tell others about this discovery? Instead, you want to establish a secret leader and incite a rebellion in the empire."

The prophet still smiled: "When I learned of all this, I immediately told my deputy, but he couldn't understand me and said I had gone mad and was no longer a devout believer in the goddess. I then told the old parish chief the secret, but his reaction was even more intense, and he wanted to hand me over to the church. At that moment, I realized that the fewer people who knew this secret, the better, so I killed them all."

"!"

"Don't misunderstand, I don't hate them. I just suddenly thought that if this secret becomes known to everyone in the goddess's dream, the goddess might be stimulated and wake up. In that case, I won't be able to make this world real."

"Where's the evidence? Where's the evidence to support your claim?"

An adventurer shouted.

The prophet pressed his hand down: "It's very simple."

He turned around and faced the crimson island in the sky.

"Just wait quietly for an hour, and everything will be clear!"

The Isolated Island Nation: Chapter 38 - A Risky Ending

What will the world be like in an hour?

Many people are eager to know the answer.

But after turning away, the prophet did not answer any questions, no matter how others asked him.

The world around them suddenly fell into dead silence.

A kilometer away from everyone, a huge vortex was relentlessly devouring everything on the ground, like an insatiable demon, heralding the end of the world.

Will the goddess really wake up?

Will the world really disappear after the goddess wakes up?

Loria first looked down at her hands, then turned to look at everyone she knew.

Everything felt so real, so real that it didn't seem like a product of a dream.

Normally, people wouldn't believe the prophet's words.

However, this situation is not normal.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, the group finally reduced the enemy to a single one. Just when they should have been enjoying the joy of victory, the enemy, acting like a hermit, uttered some unsettling words.

Thus, in the silence, cracks appeared among the originally united crusaders.

Some firmly believe that the prophet was lying, that he deliberately uttered such words merely to buy time so that his own schemes could succeed.

After much internal struggle, some people felt that what the prophet said was true, and that in order to live without any worries, they could not kill the prophet.

Some people were caught in a dilemma. They thought the prophet was probably lying, but what if the prophet wasn't lying, and they killed him? Once the goddess woke up, everything would be over.

The atmosphere started to get awkward.