Huh? Are they all real?

Now even if that damn Constantine comes again, there is no way to stop everything.

Relying on this chaos and atrocities that have lasted for three epochs completely led by humans.

The entire abyss has completed the overlap with the old continent.

It can be said that the abyss at this moment is the old continent, and the old continent is the abyss!

Now, unless the original creator of everything wakes up, then no other existence can stop everything.

Because even the high gods cannot peel off the old continent that belongs to the present world.

This is a better era than the so-called demon era before.

Because they don’t even need to open the door.

Humans directly squeezed into the present world with the entire abyss!

This is really something they themselves didn’t think there was a possibility of doing this.

This didn’t even involve them at all. At least compared to the long years that lasted for three epochs, they really didn’t do anything.

Humans made all this happen in an incredible way.

Digging their own graves.

This is the only description that the demons can think of.

"Go, destroy everything you can see, enjoy everything you can see!"

Under the instigation of the demon lords, countless demons climbed up to the present world and headed for all the places they could see without restraint.

The gray snow was still falling.

But people no longer avoided the gray snow. What they were avoiding now were the demons that were almost everywhere!

But what was very interesting was that many demons could not help but stop when chasing humans.

It was not because they encountered fierce resistance. Now the only force that was still resisting in the Old World was the Honor Army. It was not because they were expelled from the present world. At this moment, the Old World was the abyss and the present world.

The only reason they stopped was that they saw amazing masterpieces.

They saw houses made of human corpses, they saw castles made of human bones, they saw humans who were locked in cages one by one and piled up into a hill.

They saw humans nailed to wooden boards as road signs, they saw women buried in the soil with only their lower bodies exposed, and they saw humans made into various foods.

They saw humans who had their limbs cut off and their teeth pulled out and used as urinals, they saw humans who were chained together to pull millstones, they saw "human creations" that they thought for a long time but didn't know what they were for but felt were very blasphemous and chaotic.

Then, none of the masterpieces they saw were made by their demons.

Because Constantine closed the door, the demons who had almost no chance to learn finally saw the demons' methods.

These masterpieces became the biggest help for the survivors to escape, because the demons simply couldn't get tired of them.

And constantly thinking about how they could make such masterpieces.

But soon, more and more demons will sadly find that they can only imitate at most, but can't surpass.

Because their biggest idea of ​​catching humans is to eat them, or raise them and wait to be eaten.

Rather than how to turn them into chaotic and decadent aesthetics.

However, as time goes by, as the demons occupy one place after another.

They are extremely relieved to find that as long as they carefully preserve the masterpieces they find, they will probably always have aesthetics to imitate.

People are really too devilish!

——

Because of those human aesthetics that were left behind in those four days or before.

So the speed of the demons' attack was greatly slowed down.

But even so, Quintus and the Honor Army kept shrinking their defenses.

It's not that the demons' attack was too fierce. The demons are not very willing to come to them now. They are still busy collecting human aesthetics and chasing those humans who will not resist!

The reason why Quintus and his team kept shrinking their defenses is that even if they were trying to maintain a stable base in the early stage, it can't be called a base at all.

Many slaves tried to kill the Honor Army and real warriors under the instigation of surrendering nobles and spontaneously born cultists, so as to sacrifice them to the demons for rewards and pardons.

This is not an accidental event, it is a thing that happens in many occupied areas.

So, Quintus and his team can only retreat again and again.

Intend to rely on the blessing of the Memorial Temple for the final resistance.

And on the side of the Memorial Temple, Miss Leida was also busy treating the wounded.

As a transcendent of the puppet path, she still has many places to be useful, although it has no effect on the overall situation.

But looking at everything in front of her, she can't do nothing.

Finally, after a busy day, she found a chance to breathe in the gap between shifts.

Looking at the gray snow still falling above her head and the land under the protection of the mourning temple without any ashes left.

Leida was also a little confused.

She could still hide back to the Human Union by committing suicide before the worst result happened. There, she could still live well.

But what about these people?

What about these real warriors and humans?

What should they do?

Although Quintus didn't say it clearly, as a traverser and transcendent, she still knew that because the old continent had directly turned into an abyss, the other continents chose to watch for the time being.

Or, the other gods chose to ignore it.

Leida didn't know what these real big shots were thinking.

But she knew that they were the only ones who could save the people in front of them.

Now that they were silent, who could save these poor people?

Although Miss Witch said that she would end it all, Leida really couldn't imagine how Miss Witch, who was not a god, would end this nightmare that even gods were powerless to solve.

In confusion, Leida couldn't help but hear this sentence:

"If Lord Augustus was still here, it would be great."

This also resonated with Leida.

Yes, if Augustus, the only saint who still cared about the lives of mortals, was still here, it would be great.

After shaking her head, Miss Leida, who gave up her fantasy, continued to stand up and began to rescue the wounded who were sent down from the front line.

——

Outside the old continent, the knights who once followed the witch and the rest of the Abyss Watchers were meeting with many messengers at this moment.

They represented all the forces that the Abyss Watchers could find.

Looking at the envoys who were seated, the knight said seriously:

"I believe you all know our demands, so can you lend a helping hand to the Old World?"

After a long silence, the envoys stood up and said:

"We are also deeply saddened by what happened there, but sir, it is a land that has nothing to do with us after all. You cannot ask us to let our warriors bleed for irrelevant people for the sake of justice and fairness."

The knight asked puzzledly:

"But you went there before, just a few days ago!"

The envoy said seriously:

"That's because we need to respond to the silence of our ancestors, which should have been made three eras ago! And now, the great Augustus is gone."

What they owed was a favor to Augustus, not to the Old World.

The knight still said unwillingly:

"But if the abyss is left alone, it will sooner or later bring disaster to you!"

The messengers said:

"That is why we need to place precious troops and resources on our borders!"

The knight frowned and said:

"Then what do the gods and kings think?"

The messengers of the church said:

"The Supreme One does not need to answer the questions of mortals. Pay attention to your identity, sir."

The knight was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head helplessly and said:

"Is there really no possibility?"

The messengers said:

"Think about it, sir, this is also their own fault."

"But there must be a large number of innocent people on that land."

"But there are really countless innocent people on our land!"

The knight was speechless.

He knew very well that they were right.

The Old Continent was a land that had nothing to do with them, and they had to take care of the people on their own land.

This is a crisis for the Old Continent, but not a crisis for the whole world.

It might be okay to hope that they can provide humanitarian assistance, but asking them to send troops directly to attack the abyss is really asking too much.

They can come here because of the thousands of years of dedication of the Abyss Watchers.

If it were someone else, they would probably ignore it.

Some messengers looked at the knight who bowed his head and couldn't help saying:

"Sir, you and your companions have already paid a lot for this world, and everything in the Old World has nothing to do with you, you don't have to blame yourself."

"You have done very well, but this is indeed what they deserved."

"Sir, put aside your noble character for a while."

"Or change your mind, you and your companions can also stay here or somewhere else to continue to guard those truly good people who need protection."

"Why bother with an abyss that is no longer something that mortals can solve alone?"

For these words, the knight gave his own answer after a long silence.

He bowed to the many messengers and said:

"I am very grateful for your coming, but please forgive us for not being able to continue to entertain you."

After that, he put on his helmet and walked out of the house with his companions.

In response, an envoy couldn't help asking:

"Sir, where are you going?"

The knight paused slightly and said:

"To the old world, to the abyss. I heard that there are many survivors waiting for us there."

In response, an envoy immediately stood up and grabbed him and said:

"Sir, you and your companions have paid too much. I sincerely hope that you will not go again. This time, you will never come back! There is now the abyss, which is not something that mortals can solve!"

"Just think of it as me begging you, stay!"

The knight also said to him seriously:

"Just think of it as me begging you, let me save more people!"