My father is dead.

In order to cover their retreat, my father resolutely decided to lead the militia team to stay and cut off the rear. More than a hundred people stayed and cut off the rear, and in the end, less than ten people retreated.

My father died in gloriously.

A militia who broke through the siege told Milan that even though her father was seriously injured, he had not taken a step back, and countless werewolves died under his hands.

Yes.

Even though he lost his magic, his father was still so powerful.

But he died in the end.

Milan's heart was filled with sadness, but she did not cry, even though she was just a sensible little girl. She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, she had already realized the consciousness of facing death. Otherwise, he would not have entrusted himself to Uncle Bam and asked him to take him to Luoye City to ask for help from the bishop who once guided his father's pastoral path.

My hometown has turned into ruins.

Milan knew very well how much effort his father had devoted to that place. He built this town and took a full twenty years from a small village to a wealthy town. But now everything has been destroyed by war, and his father finally chose to fight to protect it until the last moment.

Home was destroyed.

They became homeless refugees. Even though Luoye City took them in, they could only temporarily settle in the abandoned temple. This temple that served his father's faith in the gods for a lifetime was abandoned in a short period of time. Without the priests praying or the service of believers, people seemed to soon forget the existence of this god and had to face a more difficult fate. Luoye City was not in a good situation. Although she didn't understand many things in Milan, she knew that there was not much food in the city.

In order to give priority to the fighters, the elderly, weak, women and children have been drinking water porridge for three days.

There is still some food in Milan.

It was given by the former bishop. He came here at noon yesterday. Looking at Milan, who was kneeling in the prayer room of the temple, the senior priest who had served the half-elf and wanderer for half a lifetime, sighed. He told the Milan god that had fallen and no matter how she prayed, it was useless. The old man looked at the statue of the lost glory with his vicissitudes, left a little food, and turned around and left here. Although he could not use the magical technique, his fighting skills were still far beyond many soldiers. The tragic level of the battle to defend the city had forced the priests to join the war.

Hunger made Milan feel weak all over.

This morning, she secretly gave the remaining little food to a young mother who was raising a baby. She saw the mother cut her fingers with a dagger and then feeding her child with blood.

This scene was shocking!

It reminded Milan of her mother who had passed away a long time ago, so she secretly handed her the remaining little food.

The prayer room is quiet.

Milan felt that his legs were numb.

She didn't know why she was kneeling here. Maybe she had a little bit of her father's mood at that time.

The town was besieged by zombies.

My father also knelt in the prayer room for a whole day and night, begging for the gods to respond, hoping to regain the magical arts and save his home.

The bishop told her that the gods had fallen.

Milan knew this because all the statues had lost their glory. She was a very talented girl who inherited her father's natural perception. If all this had not happened, maybe it would not take long for her to become an intern pastor, and then inherit her father's status bit by bit, and become the bishop in charge of a temple.

But that probably took many years.

Because she was a little playful, her father always spoiled her and rarely forced her to pray with her.

Milan is very sad.

As a young girl who is still underage, she is now surrounded by a kind of loneliness and fear.

Uncle Bam was summoned to participate in the battle. When he saw him the day before yesterday, he had an injury on his arm. Today he didn't know whether it was life or death. No one comforted her, and no one had the energy to pay attention to a little girl at this time. Everyone in the temple had panic in their eyes, not knowing what would happen tomorrow or what would happen in the future.

Milan feels powerless.

She was just an ordinary little girl, and she could not do anything in the face of such a war catastrophe.

So she could only pray to the gods for help!

The bishop told her that the half-elf and the wanderer God had completely fallen, and that as the god He had died and could no longer hear the prayers of the believers.

But the little girl did not give up.

She is not the priest of the half-elves and the wanderer god, she is just a little girl with a pastoral talent but has not yet officially decided on her faith. So she decided to pray to all the gods. No matter who can save them, she is willing to hand over her faith, life, and soul to this god, fighting for the protection of His glory for the rest of her life and never sweeping to death!

Her beliefs are so firm.

So much so that she kept insisting without receiving any response for three days.

She prayed for the help of the gods and asked the great gods to lend a helping hand to help these poor people. She was willing to give everything she had for Him, become His most loyal servant and follower, and strive for his life to spread His glory.

pity.

Still no response.

In this period when the catastrophe of Saints is approaching, no god will pay attention to such an inconspicuous little girl. All their energy is spent on dealing with the unknown future. Moreover, without any holy emblems, statues, or altars, the gods must give their divine power to listen to her call. In this temple that is almost abandoned, all her prayers and calls can only be passed to one place!

That is the existence of the half-elves and the priesthood of the wanderer.

……………………

tired.

hunger.

sad.

Milan doesn’t know why he is still persisting, what he is still persisting!

She just knelt on the ground numbly, her petite body knelt down humbly, constantly praying to all the gods who could respond to her prayers, praying for even a glimmer of hope!

Pick.

A drop of crystal tears slid down her pretty and tender face. This little girl who had been strong and not crying since she heard the news of her father's death in battle, finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Pray for the weird quiet room.

She could even hear her tears falling on the ground, but just as she was almost desperate.

A powerful will suddenly appeared in her mind!

Immediately afterwards.

Some great power directly crossed the space, causing a sacred name to echo in her mind, and in an instant her whole mind couldn't help but tremble.
Chapter completed!