Chapter 20: Princess of the Fallen Kingdom (1/2)

Nonetheless, Xi Wei was not so reckless that he would ignore all else to directly descend and blow up every foe for his believers.

Therefore, he would do what he always did: use his Divine Eye to find the original believers who were in trouble and understand their situation within the shortest period of time.

He then found out that the believers were not quite gambling addicts.

Although they appeared ragged, were equipped with armor and weapons that were poorly maintained, their every movement along with the emblems on their broken equipment made it clear that they all served a common group.

As he cross-referenced the remaining records in his divinity, Xi Wei promptly realized that those believers were more troublesome than he imagined.

They were the original founders of the Church of the God of Games, survivors of Tierra, the fallen kingdom.

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It was an overgrown forest full of towering trees and dense shrubs where usually not a single soul could be seen. Tree crowns filled the forest canopy and blocked out the sky, leaving the forest in dimness—if it was not for the occasional ray of sunshine piercing through the canopy to project faint strips radiance within the forest, one would have trouble differentiating between night and day.

The young girl who was dressed in combat gear was running through a narrow path between the woods. Her blonde ponytail danced as she moved, shining with a golden hue brighter than the sun itself.

There were still a few elites keeping guard around her, who were probably her guards.

Suddenly, the young girl tripped over a tree root and almost fell, but was caught by the outstretched hand of the oldest guardsman beside her.

“Thank you, Uncle Carlo.” The girl who was panting heavily and sweating buckets from running conveyed her gratitude.

“It is my duty, Your Highness.”

The man appeared much more at ease, but he spoke stiffly and seriously. “We are now some distance away from Lancaster City, and they would have trouble tracking us in this forest. Let’s rest for a moment.”

In response, the girl did not keep up her brave act, leaning on a tree and sitting on it without any cushioning, with a face full of grief. “I thought by setting base in Lancaster, we would at least be free from the sabotages by the Traitor King’s army… I simply did not imagine that someone from an Evil God cult appearing out of nowhere would corner us like this.”

“…Because the God of Games has left us,” the middle-aged man said flatly.

“That’s disrespectful, Uncle Carlo.” The young girl smiled bitterly, but her words appeared to be more mocking of herself than blaming him.

In reality, even if they, refugees of Tierra maintained their traditional belief in the God of Games, almost everyone was aware that the deity had left them.

It made sense if they thought about it: the great kingdom of Tierra which had been at the height of its power when they were invaded and driven to its knees, and yet that god had never once displayed even the slightest of providence. With what few were left of them now, it certainly was impossible for them to gain any divine compassion.

Nonetheless, the young girl who had long since gotten used to cruel blows shook her head, throwing aside her doubt towards the God of Games.

“More importantly, why would anyone from an evil god cult know our hidden base in Lancaster? Not even the inquisitors of the Traitor King has found us…”

“I can answer that, Lady Leah.”