Chapter 129 The Fall of an Empire

From the moment they entered the obelisk, everyone was under surveillance, but even so, the clever and decisive would still look for loopholes.

A transparent ghost burrowed into the small crack, and sure enough, another enormous holy elephant appeared, much larger than the previous one, holding an iron hammer.

However, the hammer was quickly destroyed by Lisa's attack.

The statue drew everyone over, yet it remained completely non-threatening, which greatly changed Lisa's perception of it, to the point that she could find similarities between the two statues.

For example, the one in the morning was a gardener, and this one is a blacksmith. The two ghosts may very well be living in the same era, the extinct ancient Podrolite Empire.

Having this understanding is enough. Next comes the evidence. Mora is very likely related to the destruction of the human empire at that time. In Lisa's view, Mora's demonic methods are to operate behind the scenes and demonstrate her existence through the hands of others.

Mentioning his name will cause everyone's eyes to light up with a look of astonishment, like that of a monk.

The battle was over in less than a minute.

Lisa tells everyone that this place might have some connection to the destroyed ancient empire.

Irenshere immediately woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, as if he had heard about some new type of spy, and his soul had possessed him.

To this end, Irencel told everyone a joke. He said that during the time of the ancient Podrolite Empire, the foolish masses of people liked to make up stories about demons, dressing up their superstitious fears. As a result, this fear actually formed, and that is the origin of Mora.

It's a vulgar anecdote, but it makes some sense.

To prove her point, Lisa suggested that Billy be used as bait to lure the next ghost.

"Hey, you really are my good wife, why do you always push me into the water?"

"Because you are my man."

"Oh, I love that line."

The battle at the obelisk had already taken a toll on Billis's interest, but upon hearing this, he immediately felt a surge of energetic and passionate excitement.

And so, the next morning, they left Billy on a separate floor.

The walls here are wide and thick, with an endless amount of dark matter hanging down like clothes drying in the sun. God knows how it happened. The matter is like a discrete whole, ready to recombine itself at any moment.

Billy was the eyewitness to the ghosts reassembling, and this time, he saw it clearly.

It starts as an embryo, then a premature baby, then a dwarf, and finally a ghost.

A rather crude memory mechanism was at work in him.

However, it seems that it will take some time to develop, as it is a rather painful memory, and the image that fits this description possesses the condition of immortality.

Billy trembled with excitement; he had never seen so many ancient houses, with a heroic statue commemorating someone standing in the largest central square.

He lived in a nicer house nearby, and when he reached out to touch the lifeless furniture and looked out the window at his neighbor's balcony, he felt as if his hand was touching a real key.

The door opened.

A visitor arrived, a ragged old man who was clearly in a state of extreme anxiety. His hands were taut, the backs of his hands were smooth, and he was trembling incessantly. A single, muddy tear wet his face.

Centuries have passed, and the rule of the ancient Podrolite Empire will end today.

"Run! Your Excellency, the Demon King's army might be entering the city any minute!"

"I cannot leave. If I leave, who will serve His Majesty?"

Seeing that he wasn't leaving, the old man left on his own.

The bishop sat down, picked up the pen beside him, and wrote down a series of numbers on a piece of paper—all important years, months, and days. When he wrote, "That day, almost five centuries later, is the birthday of this ruler," a huge voice boomed through the city like thunder.

Cries of varying degrees came from the windows of this house and that house, and bird-like things fell from the rooftops. The more people screamed, the less they could escape those things.

The devil has arrived.

The door was pushed open again, this time revealing a pale-faced young man who was once one of the most glamorous street performers on the street.

"Run! Your Excellency, the Demon King's army is here!"

The bishop, however, looked around with considerable pride, as if the area was filled with defeated enemies kneeling in his wake.

"The Demon King's army will surely taste defeat. They can only threaten the city, but they cannot shake the faith of mankind."

"My lord! Simply increasing physical strength is useless. Haven't you considered what those demons will do to us after they capture us?"

"As long as we do not bow to fear, everyone born in the city will become the bravest warrior."

The actor shook the bishop's shoulder, but the bishop remained unmoved. Unable to do anything else, the actor left.

A very strong and large creature came in from outside. It was impossible to tell what it was. Through the doors and windows, one could only examine its toes. Many civilians and soldiers had already appeared at its feet.

The bishop simply regarded the monster he saw as an old man picking up trash or a caregiver passing by the square. How did he bear this terrible reality and take it lightly? He probably relied on his strong faith, his faith in the sky god and the creator god.

A labyrinthine, unsolvable battle began, and a trembling, fearful soldier burst into the room.

"Your Excellency, why are you still here?"

"Then why are you still here?"

"Me? Because I am, I am, I am a warrior!"

“You answered for me, soldier.”

The soldier dared not say how afraid he was, but after seeing this great bishop, he seemed less afraid.

But the human army still could not defeat the demons, and as a result, tens of thousands of soldiers like them were swallowed up by the hellfire in an instant.

With the demonic pillars descending, the empire has no chance of victory.

The city's defenses were breached as easily as firewood under a raging fire, and no one ever appeared before His Holiness the bishop again.

His Excellency continued writing in his diary, tirelessly counting the days gone by, unaware of how many numbers he had miscalculated or how many past events he had misremembered.

Is he really not afraid? That's impossible. He's actually more afraid than anyone else, afraid that divine punishment will come immediately.

That's terrifying! That's terrifying!

But he could not tremble before those demons; he was the last pillar of faith for this empire.

A giant bird-like monster ripped open the roof like a whirlwind and snatched the bishop away.

The bishop writhed like a puppet, his clothes ripping and snapping in the wind. High up, dizzy and disoriented, he seemed to see a guillotine. Finally, unable to bear the torment of fear any longer, he cried out, "Save me! Creator God, if you truly exist..."

The demons reveled in the corpses of the Imperials. This world, scorched red by fire, held no hope. When the bishop was brought before the demonic pillar, humanity's goodness and truth were all twisted and deformed.

This is a female demon who has no sympathy whatsoever. She is surrounded by demons of all sizes, and everyone calls her Her Majesty the Queen.

The bishop suddenly became clear-headed, and his body suddenly reacted to the queen; something was wrong!

Before his head could be subjected to unbearable torment, he pulled out what was essentially a weapon hidden in his clothes—the quill pen he had used to write in his diary—and stabbed it into the Queen's chest.

The Demon Queen swept away the bishop's soul like dust being blown away.

"Don't let that ghost get away!"

Billy was successfully possessed by a ghost, his memories were successfully implanted, and finally he was knocked unconscious by the lady.

However, what he saw in his memory was more dangerous than what the other two people saw.

It was a particularly moving scene; it was indeed the fall of the Gupodroth Empire, and in his final struggle, he saw another blurry demonic pillar, the queen who led the demon army to attack the human empire, but it was definitely not Mora.

Like any drunkard just waking up, his thoughts were a little hazy.

Lisa touched Billis's forehead, stared at him, and implied that everything was alright now and the rest of the people had gone to deal with the ghost.

Billis, however, felt no relief at his success; on the contrary, he was distressed.

“My dear lady, I… I saw it in that bishop’s memory, I saw it, I…”

"What do you see?"

Billis gasped for air, feeling as if he were speaking on a collapsing suspension bridge, but now that the bridge had crumbled, he couldn't continue speaking.

"It's nothing, what I saw was the destruction of the Ancient Podrolite Empire."