Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Starting the fourth battle of the Kingdom of God ahead of schedule has already caused a huge impact. Now even the gate of the Kingdom of God has to be opened ahead of schedule... Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

If we allow various forces to enter the Kingdom of God and fight, then what is the point of fighting outside the Kingdom of God?

It would be better to let the participants of the Kingdom of God War directly see the truth in the Kingdom of God.

The Holy Lady of Light put away the Divine Record and sighed softly in her heart.

"My Lady Saint."

At this time, Charles' voice came from outside the tent.

"What's the matter?" asked the Holy Lady of Light across the tent.

"I just received a hint that I was chosen by the Kingdom of God. I don't know what it means. Please enlighten me, Saint." Charles said.

"That is a reminder from God. You will enter the kingdom of God in an hour. Go back and prepare." The Holy Lady of Light replied.

Charles was stunned at first.

The Kingdom of God has begun?

Then ecstasy surged in my heart.

Does getting a spot mean that the Emerald Kingdom has been recognized by the gods as the final winner of the third war between the kingdoms of God?

"Are the only people entering the kingdom of God this time from my Emerald Kingdom?" he asked.

"Of course not." The Glorious Saint relayed the oracle to Charles.

Charles was slightly stunned when he heard that there were so many people from different forces.

But soon, excitement overwhelmed surprise.

Because among the many forces selected, the Emerald Kingdom has the largest number of people, a total of five!

The Kingdom of Diam is second with three people.

The rest are all alone.

None of this is the most important.

The most important thing is that the guy from the Rah Kingdom who runs around like a rat was also selected.

"Ron Rhinet, you're dead this time!"

The corners of Charles' mouth couldn't help but rise wildly, and the gloom of losing battles with Diam in recent days dissipated in an instant.

During this trip to the Kingdom of God, he not only wants to completely cut off the power of the Kingdom of Rah, but also wants to make sure that the power of the Kingdom of Diam will not return!

……

The Lionheart Kingdom, the temporary base of the Uncrowned.

The moment the early morning bell rang out like cold ripples in the night, Ron received a hint from God in his mind.

He was chosen by the Kingdom of God.

"Ah……"

Ron sneered.

He admitted that he still overestimated the lower limit of God.

This shameless combo was performed incredibly smoothly.

Gift of God: Rewards the fourth battle of the Kingdom of God.

God of Light: Rewards a place in the Kingdom of God.

Of course, Ron was not naive enough to think that he was the only one chosen.

If nothing unexpected happens, the God of Light must have selected many enemies for him.

Entering the Kingdom of God is bound to be full of dangers.

Being forcibly chosen by the God of Light, I have no choice but to go.

"You guys go to the Magic City and wait and see for a while."

Ron said to Alpha and the others.

They were previously asked to evacuate the Lionheart Kingdom to avoid the storm caused by him.

Now that he is about to be exiled to the kingdom of God, he himself is the biggest eye of the storm. Once the news of his departure spreads, all the searches and pressure against him will dissipate.

Alpha and his companions naturally no longer need to leave the Lionheart Kingdom.

"Master Kong, you..."

Alpha noticed that Ron's face looked a little strange, and was about to ask a question when Ron disappeared from the room.

……

Da da da……

The sound of horse hooves was extremely loud on the quiet avenue.

Tallulah lay by the window in a depressed mood.

The teacher has never returned to Silver City since he left Silver City to restore the country.

The news of the fourth battle of the Kingdom of God came out two days ago, and she thought the teacher would come back to take charge of the situation.

As a result, the teacher gave up the Thorn Territory directly.

In the end, the teacher didn't wait for the person she was waiting for, but waited for the people from the Arcane Academy to come and capture her.

Not fun at all.

Just when Tallulah was feeling melancholy about returning to life at the Arcane Academy, a familiar energy suddenly appeared in her body.

Tallulah's expression suddenly brightened.

It is the teacher’s life energy!

what does this mean?

This means the teacher is nearby.

"Stop the car, Mr. Bonnie, stop the car!" Tallulah immediately opened the door and asked the teacher who was driving the carriage.

Seeing that Tallulah was about to jump out of the carriage, Bonnie had to stop the carriage.

"Talulah, what are you going to do now?" he asked with a frown.

Tallulah seemed not to hear anything. She stood at the front of the carriage, looking around for something.

Soon, she saw a familiar figure on the path on the right.

"Teacher Bonnie, wait for me here."

Tallulah immediately jumped off the carriage and ran towards the figure.

Bonnie also noticed the figure on the trail. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not go up to disturb them.

"Teacher." Tallulah shouted happily after running closer.

At this time, Ron used his original appearance without any disguise.

Seeing Ron, Tallulah felt a sense of grievance. She was about to ask Ron where he had been these days when she heard Ron say in a very serious tone:

"No time for reminiscing, Tallulah. Give me that alloy rod you're carrying."

"Oh."

Tallulah was stunned for a moment, but without any suspicion, she took off the alloy rod from her waist and handed it to Ron.

Just when she was about to ask Ron what he was doing with the alloy rod.

Ron's figure suddenly disappeared.

"???"

Tallulah was stunned.

……

When the time came, a glowing door appeared that only Ron could see. Without any intention of letting him walk in, the open "door" rushed forward and swallowed him in.

Ron felt the space in front of him suddenly twist and stretch, and an irresistible force wrapped around and pulled him away.

There was no dizziness, only a momentary feeling of weightlessness, as if passing through a layer of cold and sticky water curtain.

The next second, the biting cold wind carried fine snow particles that hit my face, carrying with it a strong smell of rust and some indescribable sweetness.

Ron landed his feet on the cold ground and looked around.

He was on a narrow, muddy street lined with low, dilapidated wood and stone houses, many of their windows blocked with rags or boards.

The sky was a depressing lead-gray color, and the heavy snow was falling, but it could not cover up the mottled dark red in the snow underfoot - that was the bloodstains that had long since solidified and turned black.

Even more piercing were the shrill cries, wild roars of laughter, and the dull sound of flesh being torn coming from the front.

"Help! Please...let my child go!"

"Hahaha... Struggle! Scream louder! Your pain is the sweetest sacrifice to the evil god!"

"Fresh soul! Power! I feel the power surge up!"

Ron looked in the direction of the sound and saw a hell on earth unfolding in the small square in the center of the town.

A dozen or so cultists in ragged black robes with twisted and blasphemous symbols tattooed on their bodies were surrounding dozens of shivering, thinly dressed civilians.

Some of them used rusty swords to playfully cut the bodies of civilians, some tore them apart with their bare hands, and some even went so far as to plunge their hands directly into the victim's chest, dig out the still weakly beating heart, and greedily suck out the remaining heat and life essence on it.

The civilians cried and begged in despair, but were only met with more brutal slaughter.

Fear hung over the small square like a tangible dark cloud, mixed with the pungent smell of blood.

Ron's eyes were calm.

The evil cultists were very weak, and he also intended to save the civilians, but he did not rush forward blindly. Instead, he examined himself first.

really……

"I can no longer use my energy and magic."

Ron tried to mobilize the power within him, but felt a strong sense of stagnation. It was as if all the meridians and the source of his magical power were being shackled with heavy shackles. The once-powerful power was now like a dried-up riverbed, only a trickle remained, and even... it was almost dry.