The God's Games

Yet, how many players were there at this moment?

The casualties kept mounting.

Reluctantly, Father Barry ordered the release of Radolf, who had been imprisoned in Ulon City, allowing him to lend a hand.

Finally, out of the ironworks, Radolf stood beneath the starry sky, surrounded by the acrid smell of burning from the battlefield.

All around him were busy people; he could see the soot-stained fingerprints on the faces of those who brushed past him, and just beyond the walls, demons mingled indiscriminately.

Seeing the demons made him instinctively want to retreat.

He understood the nature of the demons; even if he stood before them now, they wouldn't spare him just because he was a member of the Order of the Shattering Light.

In words, if he wanted to survive, he would have to resist the demons just like everyone else in Ulon City.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Yet at that moment, he recalled the tenets of the Order of the Shattering Light, which preached bringing darkness to the world.

Logically, he shouldn't fear or evade the arrival of darkness; he should even be willing to sacrifice his life for it.

But when he truly realized that it could cost him his life, he felt a pang of cowardice.

If he really sacrificed his life, he would have nothing left.

Was it truly worth it?

Looking again at those fighting so hard to survive, Radolf felt a deep sense of shame and self-reproach.

Two voices echoed in his mind, one saying he didn't want to die, that he wanted to live, while the other insisted that all sacrifices for the coming of darkness were meaningful.

Hadn't he become a member of the Order of the Shattering Light to witness this day?

He should be willing to take risks for it.

The two voices began to argue within him, but the hope of survival outweighed everything else.

He noticed a heroes from the Church of Light charging in, helping others fend off a deadly attack.

Radolf watched as the heroes's eyes dimmed, only to be destroyed by an unknown magic from somewhere.

Even ordinary people understood the need to survive—why couldn't he?

Lost in thought, Radolf suddenly heard an urgent shout: "Hey! What are you standing there for? Run now!"

It took him a moment to realize the voice was directed at him, and right in front stood a muscular demon with a goat's head.

From the way it kicked its feet, he could tell it was about to charge at him.

Just then, at this critical moment, someone shot an arrow that pierced the demon's chest, preventing it from harming Radolf.

But due to inertia, the horns atop the demon's head flew toward him, nearly piercing his eyeball.

Radolf's eyes widened in shock; he had just narrowly avoided having his eye punctured by the horn.

In the next moment, he could have become blind.

Even so, Radolf fell to the ground, trying to recover from the shock he had just experienced.

His heart raced, realizing that if someone hadn't saved him, he would have been hanging by a thread, nearly losing his life.

However, when he looked up to see who had saved him and realized it was a heroes, he didn't know what expression to show in response to that person.

He had once been a member of the Order of the Shattering Light, yet now he was saved by a heroes from the Church of Light because the demons sought to kill him.

If his colleagues heard about this, they would surely laugh at him loudly.

But Radolf realized he didn't care as much anymore.

To hell with being a God of Darkness's followers; under the hands of the demons, he couldn't even protect his own life, so what did faith matter?

His life was far more important!

Radolf stood up and sincerely said to the person behind him, "Thank you."

The player didn't really know Radolf or that he was a member of the Order of the Shattering Light.

Seeing him so reckless, the player patted him on the shoulder and said, "Be careful. Where did you come from? Come with me."

Radolf followed closely behind, babbling about something, and was soon handed a longsword.

The player caring for him said, "You look like a knight, so you can use this longsword. Don't worry; it's has been enchanted and can kill demons. Even if you can't use magic, it doesn't matter."

Radolf could sense the sword's suppressive aura against dark energies, proving that what the heroes said was true; this sword could indeed kill demons.

In the past, he would have never picked up this longsword.

But today, Radolf changed his mind.

He took up the longsword and followed the heroes into battle, facing the demons created by the God of Darkness he had revered for so many years.

Nothing was more important than his own life.

In that moment, Radolf finally realized this truth.

That night, many stories unfolded in the darkness.

After a night of fierce fighting, everyone was on the brink of exhaustion.

They were tired and injured, unable to rest, while the demons continued to pour in.

Moreover, the demons had found a way to deal with Butch.

The dragon race, whose wings could cover the sky, should have been invincible in the air, but the demons produced their crossbows, altering the situation entirely.

The first shot from the crossbow didn't hit Butch, but it angered him, prompting him to charge at the demon horde.

Then, the second crossbow bolt struck Butch's wing, the enchanted iron arrow piercing through the flesh.

Although the arrowhead was gone, the wound caused Butch to emit a loud cry of pain.

This sound made everyone in Ulon City feel a jolt in their hearts.

Butch was a dragon; what could possibly hurt a dragon with maxed-out physical and magical defenses?

Yet, from the sound alone, they knew Butch had definitely been injured.

Could their strongest combat force really be brought down?