The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Chapter 389 Success after another

Opening champagne at halftime is always a big no-no, but at this moment, even Alberto unconsciously relaxed, because the burden he had been carrying was too great. Especially after Alberto connected to this mental network, he could even vaguely sense that if this projection of the God of War was not dealt with, the entire continent would suffer annihilation.

After all, the God of War didn't seem to be completely controlled by those strange substances, and those vines were also helping humanity. Alberto dared not even imagine what would happen if this projection were to completely break free from these constraints and arrive at the massacred Savoy.

Meanwhile, in a distant, small country, the demons and the Avars took advantage of the chaos to carry out another massacre.

Daniel wiped the sweat from his brow and asked, "I heard things are in complete chaos over in Anru right now."

"Yes, their god has descended, and all those fanatics have come out. Look, those fanatics are not far away."

As the Avar spoke, he leaned against his butcher's knife.

The Avars originally opposed the demon race's plan to replace their race, as it was far too obvious. Anjou might ignore it in one or two places, but if they were all wiped out, Anjou might turn their guns on them. However, plans can't keep up with changes. Anjou itself was already in grave danger due to the arrival of the gods, so it had no energy left to care about what the Avars and demon races were doing.

Another demon officer pulled his blade from a heavily pregnant woman and said, "Those fanatics were useful. They helped us open the city gates. Otherwise, with our current reputation, it wouldn't have been easy to open them."

"But what are those fanatics chanting?"

"Who knows? Maybe they want God to descend again?"

A fanatical believer dressed in a bishop's robe overheard the conversation between the demons and Avars beside him. He merely snorted coldly. He sensed that the Lord was trapped, that the Lord needed more power, and that now was the time to pass on that power to the Lord.

These uncontrolled cultists, amidst the blood-soaked ground and on altars piled high with corpses, bundled together human fear, anger, and resentment, and shouted with outstretched arms: "Great God of War, devour the hatred here, absorb the despair here!"

"Great God of War! Descend once more! Cleanse your weapons with your blood!"

Just then, Alberto, who was staring intently at the projection of the God of War, suddenly felt a storm raging in his consciousness, and those whispers reappeared in his mind.

Not far away, the enormous projection of the God of War began to struggle desperately, and anyone could feel that the power of that projection was constantly increasing.

"Attack! Attack!"

Alberto was shouting frantically in the mental network, and the soldiers who heard the order and also noticed the abnormality of the God of War projection immediately reorganized and launched an attack on the God of War projection, which was being dragged into the broken mirror by vines, but whose aura was becoming stronger and stronger.

A wave of fear washed over Alberto. He seemed to hear his mother's cries, his child's wails, and he seemed to see scenes of humans being brutally slaughtered.

Alberto felt as if he were standing on the edge of a void, his consciousness struck by a massive hammer, everything in his vision began to distort and collapse.

Alberto could even clearly sense that the soldiers behind him were also being affected, beginning to show signs of fear and apprehension.

As the soldiers were affected, the firepower attacking the projection of the God of War even began to gradually weaken, and the projection of the God of War seemed to be breaking free from the vines and returning to the world once again.

"I...can't fall!"

Alberto gritted his teeth. He wanted to be the "firewall" for the soldiers, the "firewall" for the country. If he didn't stand up, he, the soldiers behind him, the country, and even humanity might be destroyed.

Feeling the shock in his mind and the whispers in his ear, Alberto took a step forward.

"His Majesty!"

Cassius seemed to sense something and reached out to grab Alberto, but his hand grasped only air.

"Attack! Attack!"

Alberto didn't shout in the mental network because he felt that he had already exhausted all his strength just by resisting the screams from the projection of the God of War. If he connected his consciousness to the mental network, it might cause a large-scale infection.

This was an intuition Alberto felt from the depths of his consciousness, something guiding him on how to do things and how to do them.

"Attack! Attack!"

Alberto shouted at the top of his lungs, and the Anjou soldiers behind him seemed to hear his cries, gradually regaining their composure and no longer feeling fear, instead gripping their weapons and spellcasting tools tightly.

"Attack! Attack!"

At this moment, there was no unified command. All the soldiers began to use all their strength and all their skills to unleash their firepower on the projection of the God of War that exuded an aura of despair.

Alberto sensed that he had entered a strange state, as if his consciousness had entered the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness and connected with the human will within it. These wills were helping Alberto resist the erosion from the projection of the God of War, and together they were building a tall, fearless firewall for Alberto.

In a daze, Alberto even saw the rulers of Anjou throughout history, and the political enemies he had killed in the bloody coup. Everyone seemed to be standing behind Alberto, supporting him as he walked forward.

Seemingly because his consciousness had drifted away, Alberto stumbled and fell to the ground. But before Cassius could reach him, an illusory force lifted Alberto up. Some kind of power seemed to have been transmitted to this world through the shattered space. Alberto could even hear his political enemy, whom he had personally executed, cursing him. He was cursing that he couldn't fall here, or the entire Anjou would be destroyed.

If Alberto hadn't held on, he would have truly died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Hearing this, Alberto gave a wry smile. In Alberto's mind, more and more people appeared, supporting him.

Alberto understood that his consciousness was getting closer and closer to the depths of his mind, because it was obvious that these people had appeared out of thin air, that they were Alberto's own hallucinations, or that they were some kind of force that other people with normal consciousness could not see.

"Human beings are able to stand on this earth because of this thirst for knowledge, because of the successive generations of people who have gone before them to dispel fear."

Alberto kept repeating the words from the letter the governor of the North had written to him.

Now, it's his turn to become one of those who follow in their footsteps.

The laser battalion's piercing spear was finally ready again. The scorching lightning and flames seemed to burn through all despair, piercing straight through the still struggling projection of the God of War.

The war god's distorted projection finally fell, entangled by vines and dragged into the shattered space.

It was at this very moment that Alberto felt a break in his consciousness. Before this, Alberto had been able to feel his consciousness connected to the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, which was why he was able to see so many illusions, so many former kings of Anjou, and even his political enemies.

According to Cassius, those who are connected to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness cannot return.

When Alberto regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange space, and standing before him was a very tired-looking elf.

"you're awake?"

Anastasia said this.