Day one of the fall of Golden Wheat City.

Royal Capital.

Inside the Royal Palace.

The King sat on the throne, with a Holy Knight of the Holy Light Church reporting information to him below.

"Are you saying that Golden Wheat City has fallen? Because of those cultists?"

The King listened in shock. Although he knew that over the past year, the cultists had become more rampant and stronger, he hadn't expected them to have become this powerful.

His mind was largely still stuck a year ago.

Further compounded by his illness this year, he was even less aware of the news.

The Holy Knight nodded: "Yes, it happened in the dead of night."

When the Night Watcher conveyed the news to the Holy Light Church.

Even though the Night Watcher explained the source of the information, the Holy Light Church couldn't immediately believe such a statement.

But had to acknowledge that Golden Wheat City fell at this moment, while some escaped, reporting the news would still require some time.

The Saintess used some kind of spell.

To verify the accuracy of the Night Watcher's information.

Such news, naturally, should be reported first to the royal nobles.

"I understand... you may leave."

The King leaned back into his chair, speaking in a low voice.

The Holy Knight nodded, rose, and left.

The entire palace was silent for quite a while.

Only then did the King ask: "Are the words from the Church... sigh, true?"

In a corner below.

A person dressed as a Mage stepped out, respectfully bowing to the King.

"Your Majesty, yes, Golden Wheat City is completely shrouded in an evil aura. The intensity of this evil aura is more than ten times that of last night's Royal Capital."

Upon hearing this, the King finally slumped fully onto the throne.

"Useless, all of them useless."

"Half of the territory has been taken by others, and now another city has fallen into the hands of cultists. Last night, even the Royal Capital was thrown into chaos.

In this public view, useless!"

Perhaps driven by anger.

The King suddenly stood up.

"You say, among the cultists last night, quite a few nobles participated?"

He asked another official below him.

Belonging to the royal guard.

The official nodded.

"Among them are the third sons of Viscount Akent, the fifth son of Count Vastler, the third son of Count Kent, and..."

He listed name after name.

Nearby, one of the noble council members wiped cold sweat from his forehead.

Until the list was finished.

The official continued: "Many of them transformed into monsters during the battle, ensuring they are complete cultists.

In Rubek, Durut's heir died in internal conflicts within the cult.

And in Golden Wheat City, it's been reported that Bill Durut Count is right there."

To other noble listeners, these words were already slander.

"Slander! Are you trying to say, the fall of Golden Wheat City has something to do with Durut?" A noble council member loudly asked.

The official looked at him: "I am merely reporting the information truthfully. As for what conclusion to draw, it depends on His Majesty."

Listening to the commotion below.

The King's own headache worsened, he slammed his fist onto his throne.

"Silence!"

Everyone in the hall had no choice but to shut their mouths.

The palace doors were pushed open.

A person dressed as a guard appeared at the entrance, appearing to be just a soldier.

The King waved at him.

The Mage walked over.

Took a crystal stone from the soldier's hand.

The crystal stone emitted a faint magic energy.

The Mage seemed to be extracting something from the crystal stone.

The crowd present watched him.

After a while, the stone broke apart.

The Mage said: "Golden Wheat City has completely fallen. The Evil God performed some kind of ritual using the entire city's population, a gigantic monster forming atop the city."

"No survivors?" A noble couldn't help but ask.

Things were getting bigger and bigger.

"Only a few hundred civilians managed to escape the city with the help of someone called the Night Watcher."

"The Night Watcher again?" Another noble said irritably.

Yet another noble council member added: "There are Night Watcher people in the Royal Capital, reportedly at the port too, and now even Golden Wheat City has them, could it be..."

Clearly, they wanted to shift the blame onto the Night Watcher.

The King asked indifferently.

"Tell me about these Night Watchers."

An official below nodded.

"The Night Watchers claim to come from the Eastern Wilderness, a force set up by the Fourth Prince of Safro Kingdom.

From our understanding, their organization aims to withstand the impending dark apocalypse and eliminate all forces invading this world.

Currently, their primary mission is to eliminate all cultists they find."

He continued: "They first appeared last year when the fortress fell.

They claimed to have found traces of cultists and led over a hundred members to Vitra City.

There they battled cultists in Vitra City, according to the Saintess of the Holy Fire who was present, during the battle four different Apostles of Evil Gods descended.

The Night Watchers swiftly eliminated the Apostles of Evil Gods, clearing Vitra City and its surrounding areas to the port of all cultists.

They captured ships at the port, one of which was the refugee ship that arrived at Thin Sand Port a year ago.

Following this, the Saintess of the Holy Fire stated they left for the other side, seemingly intending to cross the Blood Race fleet back to the other end of the Eastern Wilderness's shore.

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