The more frequently it is used, the more one owes to the world; these must be repaid in the future.
The fall of the gods is the best example.
Once they lose their utility, the world begins to settle old debts. Unsurprisingly, the gods are indeed the debtors.
Unable to repay old debts, they can only use themselves to settle them.
Hudson is unaware of the benefits gods bring to the world when they rge with the rules.
But from current information at hand, the world indeed wants the gods to rge with the rules.
Otherwise, from the mont the gods fell, everything should have been settled, without leaving the divine authority outside.
All out in the open, Hudson can see it clearly, and naturally, Princess Madelena can also think of it.
The extent of her efforts depends entirely on her own judgnt.
The gods are not all dead; how many reincarnated into the continent, no one knows.
The gods have fought among themselves for countless millennia, the grudges behind this are endless.
"Goddess of Calamity," just from hearing the na, it’s clear she won’t have good rapport among the gods.
Not to say enemies scattered throughout the world, at any rate, she certainly doesn’t have many friends. Among the gods who garner the most hatred, she will certainly hold a place.
Princess Madelena has an identity advantage, enabling her to leverage the Kingdom power to so extent, but simultaneously exposing herself to the open.
If she cannot quickly recover her strength, she might one day be defeated in secret.
A world in chaos, disasters unending, is indeed the Sanctuary for practicing the Law of Calamity.
In such a backdrop, Princess Madelena will definitely be keen to stir things up.
"Yes, sir!"
"Duke, those creatures invading the Orc Empire, we have uncovered so clues.
Just as we anticipated, they are coming from the east, from The Kingdom of God, which is less than two hundred miles from the Orc Empire.
These invaders are naturally violent, often devouring infants alive, suspected to be of the Demon Race.
Their specific identity still needs so ti to be clarified."
After listening to Tom, Hudson nodded slightly.
It’s normal not to find out. If an answer were found so easily, he would instead worry about the accuracy of the intelligence.
The invaders are violent by nature, not lacking in sanity, how could they easily reveal their origins.
The easiest to verify instead is from that Kingdom of God; with Orcs’ navigation technology, they can freely go only as far as their doorstep.
"Let our n be cautious, inquire discreetly, there’s no need to exert heavy efforts here."
Hudson responded calmly.
This originally important problem is now no longer significant.
Compared to investigating from outside, it’s better to capture prisoners directly for interrogation.
The handy work, many will do, there’s no need for Hudson to compete for credit.
After the brief interlude concluded, Hudson left the command center, inspecting various military camps around.
The already tense border situation beca increasingly volatile.
The Orc tribes responsible for guarding the border are now trembling in fear, lest they beco the target of sacrifice flags.
...
Bakuo’er Tribe.
Two Orc armies engaged in fierce slaughter on the battlefield, fighting from dawn till dusk, both sides turning it into a corpse-laden wilderness.
Holding back for one’s own n, that’s non-existent.
As the fight continues, both sides are killing with frenzy, seeing the other as their greatest enemy.
Watching the two armies battle, both sides’ high-end forces also engage in chaotic skirmishes in the sky.
Whether it’s the skill of the "Calamity Maiden" being activated, or the invaders investing heavily in the Bakuo’er Tribe, both sides actually fight evenly.
The sky is now completely blanketed by night, only sparse moonlight falls, striving to provide a glimr of light to the fighting sides.
Darkness is unsuitable for chaos warfare, but there’s no choice. Battle has co this far, no one dares to sound retreat first.
The evenly matched attritional battle tests the commanders’ adaptability the most; even a small mistake could lead to a major defeat.
Having battled with hunger all day, the soldiers’ bodies are barely holding up; their persistence is now solely supported by sheer will.
The situation is such that whoever first loses heart, loses this battle.
The bizarre situation perplexes the spectators.
Surveying the history of the entire continent, the scenario playing out before the eyes is a rarity even in history.
More often, when battle extends into the evening, commanders on both sides will order retreat to avoid large-scale accidental injuries.
"Your Highness, did you intervene?"
Ferweio, standing aside, asked with a touch of reverence.
Directly influencing a war is already equivalent to the power of the Divine Spirit.
No matter how strong the Sanctuary is, it cannot accomplish this, not even comprehend it.
"No!
It’s just their bad luck that during the Strongman’s chaotic skirmishes, the combat aftermath coincidentally took a batch of ssenger Soldiers and destroyed their horns.
The Orc Leader indeed issued orders to sound retreat, but unfortunately the n below couldn’t locate them, slight delay occurred.
By the ti they realized the anomaly, both sides had lost the best opportunity to withdraw and could only continue the headlong struggle."
Absence of an explanation was fine, but after such explanation, the people looked at Princess Madelena with an unusual gaze.
She indeed did not intervene directly in the battlefield, but eliminating a few small figures in key positions causes equally astonishing destruction.
ssenger Soldiers perishing collectively with horns could easily be mistaken as friendly fire. If such news spreads, it could be ridiculed by the entire continent for a hundred years.
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