Chapter 186: Legends About the God of Death

"Mystical battles in the city are very frequent, and due to the presence of Dragonflame believers, the destructive power of some mystical duels is astonishing. The imperial palace is also not safe. Many assassins are now preparing to take the Queen's head for high bounties, while those lackeys of the Duke of the Mountains are constantly watching the imperial palace, looking for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow."

Elaina was very familiar with the situation in the city and explained it to Silas in great detail.

"Although there are crises everywhere, there's one interesting point: the nobles in the city are very safe. No one wants to target these nobles because they control 70% of the entire kingdom's wealth and are the core assistants for their future rule. Those people mostly try to entice and win over the nobles now. So, after you go in, you'll find a magical phenomenon: the battles next door are in full swing, while here, there are endless banquets and high-society gatherings."

"There are even two or three princes from neighboring countries who have personally come over with their entourages, constantly trying to persuade the Queen to marry them. And due to the appearance of these princes, the young ladies of the noble families dress up extravagantly, rushing to various balls, hoping to catch a prince's eye. Sometimes you can see an assassin in the distance who has just killed someone, cut off their head, and taken it away, while the young ladies here are painting artistic portraits."

Silas imagined that scene and then sighed, "Unimaginable, truly twisted to the extreme."

Elaina laughed heartily. "Very normal. The upper class never cares about the lives of the lower class. I've seen this kind of thing many times and have gotten used to it."

She said this lightly, but Silas could feel how much pain and suffering she had experienced in these past dozen or so years.

"By the way, haven't other churches come to persuade the Queen to accept their protection?" Silas then remembered the main purpose of his trip.

Elaina supported herself with her hands and sat up. "Of course, there have been, but most of them are just trying to fool people, like the Elven Order and the Radiant Church. Their main power can't reach here. Even if they wanted to provide support, by the time they arrive, things here would have long since cooled down. The situation here is too complicated; it can't be solved by just one or two elite squads."

Silas nodded in agreement and then asked, "What about the three major churches?"

"There are many complex agreements between the three major churches. Guinness is under the reach of the Holy Blood Church; the Healing Church and the Nighthawk Church have no right to interfere. As for the Holy Blood Church, they've come twice, hmph, and were angrily rejected by the Queen," Elaina said with a sarcastic expression, as if she had been there at the time.

Silas said tentatively, "I've heard some ancient legends saying that the royal family of Guinness and the Holy Blood Church have a deep-seated hatred."

Elaina's fiery red eyebrows shot up. She asked with a surprised expression, "Who did you hear that from?"

"I heard it from someone unintentionally. I don't know if it's true or false," Silas shrugged.

Elaina didn't answer, nor did she speak.

"By the way, before I came, I investigated the local customs here. I heard this is the homeland of the God of Death. Do you know what that's about?" Silas asked curiously.

Elaina nodded slightly. "I do know a little about that."

"Tell me!"

"According to legends, in ancient times, there was a group of deities who were transformed from humans. They obtained a large amount of knowledge through unknown means, broke the limits of human thought, shed their human form, and entered the realm of deities."

"These existences came into contact with the origin, relied on the knowledge they mastered to become the source of this knowledge, and the God of Death was transformed from a human into a deity, eventually becoming the existence of the source of death and the concept of death."

"Since they were once human, they naturally had a homeland. That kind of existence is too strange, beyond the limits of human understanding. Its influence surpassed the material and acted on causality. It is rumored that the person born here, after becoming the God of Death, the subtle causal connection acted on the land of his homeland, causing his homeland to be tainted with a rich aura of death. The people here endure the protection of the God of Death, their lifespans are extended, their land does not allow any undead or resentful spirits to exist, and even the mystics who appear here far surpass those in other regions in their perception of death knowledge."

Silas asked with a look of astonishment, "These should all be legends, right?"

Elaina looked at him with a half-smile and replied, "But after many years of verification, people have truly found that all the things in the legends are true. The most obvious is the Death Cult, which was established here and once possessed terrifying power. Their use of death knowledge even far surpassed that of the three major churches."

"The Death Cult was born here?" Silas was surprised upon hearing this.

"Yes, but it later grew and developed, gradually hiding its origins here. In previous years, the Death Cult became increasingly rampant and was jointly exterminated by the three major churches. Now, reduced to fourth-rate strength, they have obediently crawled back here to recuperate."

Silas sorted out this clue and then asked, "Then have you heard anything about the aura of the God of Death?"

"That thing, legend says it exists. It is rumored that the God of Death's physical form, that is, the mortal body shed after becoming a deity, was buried in the land of his homeland. As his deification deepened, along with causality, his body was endowed with the concept of death. The body that became a concept was decomposed by rules and scattered in every corner of his homeland, declaring his existence to the world and future generations. And that aura of the God of Death is the materialization of the scattered fragments of laws after they gathered."

"However, summoning this thing is not easy. It's even said in legends that the aura of the God of Death doesn't exist at all. Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Elaina asked curiously.

Silas pondered for a moment and then briefly recounted his encounter when he arrived.

"Damn Death Cult!" Elaina was furious after hearing this, looking as if she wanted to skin them alive and pull out their bones.

Silas asked, "What effect does this thing have? Is it very harmful?"

Elaina shook her head. "I'm not too clear about that either. For details, after we get into the capital city, I'll go find Va… find someone to ask."

Silas, hearing that "Va" sound, showed a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he had basically confirmed Elaina's identity and her position.

"This demoness is absolutely trustworthy," Silas made a final judgment about Elaina.

The rest of the journey was relatively peaceful. Although many military horse-drawn carriages frequently passed by, they didn't cause trouble for the merchant convoy. It seemed that, as Elaina had said, even in such chaotic times, those world-class economic giants still possessed powerful deterrent force.

After all, once they impose technological, economic, and financial sanctions on you…

Well, your country can forget about developing and can return to a primitive agrarian society.