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"The Lord of Dawn descended two combat avatars in Bucharest."

"Two avatars?"

"Yes, two of Bucharest's Cardinals sacrificed themselves to summon the Lord of Dawn."

"And the result?"

"There's no longer a city called Bucharest."

"How could that be? That's the great Lord of Dawn!"

"His power was restricted; what could he do?"

...Because of Muria's actions, he gained the recognition and favor of many benevolent god churches, and due to his status, he learned some top-secret news from various temples.

After the Bavarian Kingdom was targeted by the Council of Necromancers, the Lord of Dawn, who holds most of the kingdom's faith, was not inactive. On the contrary, as a god who detests the undead, he immediately focused on this region enveloped by the undead fog.

Thus, when the two Cardinals in Bucharest sacrificed themselves, the Lord of Dawn, Loshanda, immediately responded, disregarding the loss of divine power and descending two combat avatars with legendary pinnacle strength, the maximum limit of a deity's power in the material world.

However, the outcome was regrettable. The Council of Necromancers' epic-level necromancers instantly defeated Loshanda's avatars, eradicating Bucharest, a religious city of nearly five million people, along with the Bavarian royal family and legends, marking the complete fall of the Bavarian Kingdom with no chance of revival.

This all happened on the fourth day of the undead catastrophe, almost concurrently with the sealing of Berlayn by the ancient dragons.

But the news only recently reached the Patrick Fortress area, primarily due to the blockade of space, which delayed the message. Of course, upon its arrival, the information was also under lockdown, only accessible to those of certain ranks and privileges.

The main reason was to prevent public panic and maintain the dignity of the Lord of Dawn, Loshanda.

Otherwise, if the news spread, it would not only cause great unrest among the commoners but also deal a heavy blow to the faith of Loshanda's followers.

Loshanda, as a powerful and ancient deity, was indifferent to such a degree of faith loss. What concerned him was his failure to repel evil and protect the humans who worshiped him, and his defeat at the hands of the undead he so loathed.

"Why didn't the human epics intervene?" Muria asked Caslana with confusion upon hearing this news—Caslana was also privy to this delicate matter.

"The human epics are mostly within the Ten Great Empires, and they simply do not care about the fate of other kingdoms and principalities," Caslana shook her head. "The Lord of Dawn's willingness to intervene, regardless of cost, was partly influenced by his divine duties and nature."

"Epics are not bound by such influences or restrictions; all their decisions can follow their hearts," Muria said quietly.

"Those 'big shots' who can influence human fortunes probably don't even know about the fall of the Bavarian Kingdom," Caslana said with a hint of mockery. "To them, the demise of a kingdom is a trivial matter."

"A trivial matter for over a hundred million humans to become undead?" Muria frowned.

Caslana gave Muria a puzzled look, seeing that he wasn't joking, then smiled helplessly and explained, "A hundred million is negligible compared to the total population of humans. Each of the Ten Great Human Empires, including their extraplanar colonies, has populations over a hundred billion."

"A hundred billion..." Muria tugged at his mouth, the number dwarfing the total population of his previous world's humanity.

"That's why the upper echelons of the human empires don't care about such matters. If humans themselves don't care, we dragons should care even less."

"Okay, I understand," Muria nodded, agreeing with her viewpoint. If the human strong didn't care, what was it to him, a non-human...

"Let's talk later, Caslana. Another team of Paladins is coming; I'll send them off." Muria stood up and opened a portal to the fortress gate to wait.

... "What are you two doing?" A rough and surprised voice came from the rear of the Paladin team following Muria through the fortress gate. "Get back now!"

"Huh?" Muria turned at the sound, looking towards the end of the radiant Paladin team, and immediately recognized two very familiar figures.

One was a middle-aged noble with khaki hair and a neatly groomed beard, dressed in a flamboyant noble battle robe, and the other, a stern-faced, expressionless youth with flaming hair, wearing a coat-like robe.

"This quirky father and son..." Muria recognized them at first glance. In the city of Varianth, they left a deep impression on him—the son had used a boulder to smash his father, who was indulging in pleasures.

Compared to the Paladins shrouded in a dense aura of divine magic, making their forms indistinct, this father and son duo, without any divine enchantment, stood out like dogs attempting to blend into a pack of wolves.

"What are you two doing following them?" Muria asked the father and son, who were arguing with several Paladins.

"Hey, it's the young guy, what a coincidence," the flamboyantly dressed uncle stiffened upon seeing Muria, then greeted him with a grin, pretending to be familiar. "My son Leon and I are planning to enter the Bavarian Kingdom."

"Stop this nonsense; it's not a picnic," a Paladin scolded sternly. "Take your son and go back."

"Why can't we go?" Leon, with arms crossed, glared at the Paladin, "We're going to the Bavarian Kingdom to rescue people."

"You're going to rescue people like this?" A radiant Paladin pointed at their attire.

Without armor, not even leather armor, the rogue uncle only had two short dagger-like knives at his waist, and Leon had a seemingly ordinary sword.

"Go back, your good intentions are enough. Leave the rescuing to us Paladins."

"You're the ones who should go back!" Leon drew his sword at his waist, raising it towards the sky...

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