Outside the clan's territory, Alice was engaged in light-hearted conversation with the twins.

The emergence of death knights was a rare occurrence.

And the fact that these twins had perished together and remained in each other as company was even more unusual.

They had been wandering without a fixed territory, sleeping wherever their journey took them.

As they conversed, Alice gleaned some details about their backgrounds.

They shared casual discussions about the fune and human sentiments encountered along their travels, the diverse landscapes of various kins habitats, and the peculiar sites within the multifarious realms governed by different deities.

Both parties were aware of their mutual intent to cultivate camaraderie, which only intensified their lively exchange.

Alice recounted her own encounters with the Everrand.

In our first allocation battle, we matched with the Everrand.

At that time, he concealed his name.

Yet, his striking and strategic combat style left an indelible mark on my heart.

After encountering numerous commanders, I came to realize how fortunate I was to meet the Ever Grandand.

Alice shared, "This magnificent deity is truly unique, prompting us to desire a closer connection," remarked the female knight, her gaze drifting towards the distant cemetery.

Her voice imbued with a melancholic resonance.

She reminisced about the Ever Grand's discerning, desireless admiration, a profound respect that regarded them as esteemed warriors.

They had previously encountered various peculiar commanders and had reluctantly accepted the capricious whims of those odd leaders on the battlefield.

Many of them exhibited indifference towards war, treating it as mere amusement and frivvality.

The two had endured assignments that placed them in peril or were designed to inflict harm upon them.

Occasionally hearing lewd remarks or witnessing unsavory actions.

At times they lamented their heightened perception which allowed them to discern the malicious intent of the commanding deities.

They could even faintly sense the divine consciousness of the commanders encroaching upon their dignity.

The most visually appealing casualties let them witness the pain.

Why is it that such aesthetically pleasing characters have so many garments? Is there no destruction form? As they navigated through death and the flames of battle, their levels ascended, and their armor grew increasingly formidable.

In the midst of their conversation, a sound like a notification chimed, and the wrist guards of the two twins emitted a radiant glow, inscribed with barely legible text.

Suddenly, a smile broke out upon their faces, a joy that could not be concealed.

Is this a notification from the system deity? What could be the reason for such happiness? What is happening? Alice wished to inquire directly yet found herself somewhat hesitant to voice her thoughts.

After all, familiarity was scarce.

The conversation among the three still lingered in the realm of pleasantries.

Perceiving herself as mature, Alice endeavored to navigate the complexities of social interactions.

From a distance, she heard a shout, and upon turning, she discovered her companion, whom she had dispatched to record messages from the central tombstone.

Hastily approaching, the little ghost doll's hair cascaded wildly, bouncing with her vigorous strides.

What could possibly be so urgent that she forgot how to float and resort to running? It was truly a spectacle of foolishness, one that might invite ridicule from others.

Lady Alice, the esteemed Lord Hung has placed an order, exclaimed the ghost doll.

A wave of delight surged through Alice, momentarily forgetting all social decorum.

Grasping the messenger firmly, she floated toward the center of the clan, eager to grant her approval.

Outside, the rain continued its gentle patter, an unrelenting drizzle.

The night was profound with the moon and stars concealed behind a shroud of clouds and rain, rendering the outside world a pitch black expanse.

Suzie Han sat in her gaming chair, skillfully navigating the tumultuous battlefield.

Perhaps it was due to the trust bestowed upon her.

But Suzie Han, sense that the systems juvenile mode, was on the verge of transforming into an adult mode.

She was tasked with managing numerous responsibilities amidst the chaos of war.

Within the boundless darkness of the divine realm, clusters of dimminionive sprites gathered nightly at the designated hour to pray towards Moonlight Island, firmly believing in the invincibility of their deity.

The temple radiated a crimson glow, an indication of the war altar being activated, signaling that the divine had entered a state of conflict.

The gates of the war temple would only reopen upon the deity's return.

As prayers concluded, the sprites dispersed while the black and white flower, exhausted from its frolic, lay upon the edge of the weak field, gazing at the sky.

Time flowed quietly, and as it lay there, the moment seemed to accelerate.

The black and white flower reveled in the tranquility of the present, unbburdened by the pursuit of the white-eared creatures, a welcome relief.

Most of the sprites laboring in the fields had long since completed their shifts, and the wheat field was devoid of any spirit presence.

Only the small cottage at the edge of the field might still house a few night watch sprites, though they likely succumbed to slumber.

Typically, the night brought little disturbance to the wheat field.

Moonlight Island's flora grew increasingly dim, heralding the complete arrival of night in the divine realm belonging to the deep hours.

A quick calculation indicated it was nearing 10:00 in the evening.

Suddenly, a distant chime echoed.

In the darkness, the keeneyed black and white flower gazed toward the clock tower where a tiny sprite was striking the bell.

This miniature sprite adorned with white ears struck the bell with its firm flesh, producing a resonant sound that reverberated through the air.

After three tolls, the world fell into a profound silence.

The clock tower, a creation overseen by Lord Fu, adhered to the divine principles of timekeeping, allowing the sprites to enjoy a more structured existence.

The clock tower chimed every hour, marking a day of 24 hours.

In the luminous hours of Moonlight Island, it was known as the daylight of the divine realm.

In the dim hours, it signified the night.

The black and white flower stifled the yawn.

As the evening bells toll, the diligent white ear embarks on its shift at the clock tower.

Engaged in labor, it is reassured that it will not be bullied, allowing it to indulge in a bit more slumber.

Black and white flower, why are you lying here? Calls a dimminionative.

Pure black sprite from a short distance away.

It is cool here.

A gentle breeze graces me, replies black and white flower.

Come, let us retreat indoors to rest.

Prolonged exposure outdoors will leave your fur dry and split, rendering it akin to wither grass.

There is no need for such dedication.

The night guardian of the wheat fields can sleep inside, and even if you rest outside, the benevolent spirit will not issue additional tickets.

Black beckons to black and white flower, guiding it toward the cottage by the field with a playful leap from the ridge.

Black and White Flower follows Black to the cottage, embracing its newfound role as the night guardian of the wheat fields.

This new position brings with it enthusiastic colleagues who cannot bear to see it sleeping on the ridge.

The motivation for taking up work is simple.

Those precious tickets.

After all, idleness without tickets proves uncomfortable for the dimminionive sprite.

White ear, unable to hold back, seeks employment.

Eager to earn a few tickets before indulging in a few days of leisure.

Black and white flower, I must tell you, this is a splendid job.

You can earn tickets simply by sleeping.

You ought to work a few extra days.

As long as there is activity at night, one merely needs to check, leaving the remainder of the time free.

Black and White Flower nods in agreement, though internally it grumbles that once it starts working, it will be confined to the wheat fields during work hours.

White Ear's task appears far more entertaining, merely requiring the occasional chime of the bells.

It too has a sense of time, having learned to gauge the passage of moments.

However, this task is beyond its capabilities, for its skin lacks the resilience needed to endure the bell tolling, leaving it in considerable pain.

Suddenly, Suzi Han feels an intense ache coursing through its body.

Time rewinds by 10 minutes.

Chapter 40.

The pain is excruciating.

The war encountered a few minor setbacks, yet proceeded relatively smoothly.

Soon, our forces had decimated the opposing side's combatants.

The enemy deity entered the fry, drawing from our extensive experience in battle.

We sense that this confrontation was on the verge of culminating in a decisive clash wherein Suzi Han would personally engage the foreign deity.

During the divine combat mode, the system refrains from intervening in the battle.

Typically, as the conflict reaches its zenith, it becomes a duel between the two deities.

Though both are second tier deities, Suzi Han did not possess a significant advantage in divine power.

However, her attributes were considerably favorable as a powerful entity of the dark element.

She also wielded divine techniques that enhanced her offensive capabilities.