The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 733

Arriving early is nothing compared to perfect timing.

Thank goodness, Black Robo wasn't deliberately being difficult. When the reconnaissance report from the spirit bird and soul beast was delivered to him, he made a decision almost immediately and then began the process.

First, send Victor to a certain point where there is a teleportation array temporarily drawn by the Soul-Possessed Puppet.

After being transported back to the Old Day, the equipment on the Old Day will be used for delivery, and then Victor will travel to the starting point on his own.

None of these steps can be skipped, after all, Victor is the incarnation of a god, and from a supernatural perspective, moving him is like moving a mountain.

But the result was just like a coincidence, as if it were a deliberate trick, and just when the most crucial moment arrived, Victor made his grand entrance.

Later still, once the last line of defense of the castle villa is breached, even without the people from the Chaotic Staircase rushing in, the Golden Oak family would be forced to their knees by the infusion of the plague alone.

King Oak VI and his youngest daughter Misera naturally understood this as well. King Oak VI had long wanted to escape, since the castle villa had a tunnel.

It was Misera who insisted on holding out and waiting for reinforcements.

Because she knew that if she ran away, the business would fall apart.

But once the phoenix lands, it's no better than a chicken.

King Eugene VI, of course, also knew that a king's status was derived from his subjects.

The plague broke out, and the people have been almost entirely lost, leaving only close advisors among the officials.

Even his close advisors had deeply hurt him by refusing his request for leave to visit his family.

Of course, this was remedied to some extent, for example, by deploying royal hawks to deliver messages.

Ook VI and Misera even suspected that the enemy's swift attack on Nature Manor was likely related to the interception of the carrier hawk.

This is reality; neither side benefits. The close advisors felt that the hawk's message was a trick, since the latest intelligence showed that the plague was also effective on animals such as poultry and livestock.

It may not be that targeted, but animals aren't as smart as humans. They don't know how to assess the situation, and they have no concept of an invisible disaster like a plague.

Furthermore, people will choose to seek refuge based on the current situation, and may not stay at home obediently waiting for news and rescue. Therefore, the letter is unlikely to be delivered to the actual recipient.

King Eurydice and Misera were well aware of these things, but they had no choice but to do so; at least they had to show this attitude.

These close advisors refer to those who are called "ministers" or "officials of the highest rank." They are intelligent, insightful, and capable, and even in the event of a major disaster, they have more options.

Further down the ranks, like the Imperial Guards, they were much easier to control.

On the one hand, individuals are trained to be tools and weapons, possessing only strong professional skills but lacking the ability to independently solve complex and comprehensive problems.

On the other hand, the relevant organizational framework and categorized processes make these people easy to control.

His family members are not in the capital at all, but in various estates run by the royal family. Even if they have elderly parents, young wives and children at home, they are taken care of by other relatives. Even if they could teleport back, it would not necessarily be able to handle the problem better.

All they can do is rely on the group to get through the worst of the disaster first, and then talk about other things.

Not long after the plague broke out, Misera, accompanied by his commanding officer, gathered the soldiers together and had an open and frank discussion about the matter.

Making promises and drawing empty rhetoric, analyzing the pros and cons, and even if we don't talk about feelings for each other, at least we can talk about the inertia of thought.

As their former employer, the royal family knows them well and they are used to working within this group.

Go outside, and in the chaos of war, who knows which is human and which is a monster?
Misera stated, "If our entire group perishes in this catastrophe, I can't imagine how exceptional we would be to survive. So, gentlemen, let us first unite closely and overcome this difficult time!"

It was precisely because of this inspiring and mobilizing speech that the subsequent battle to protect the Royal Nature Park was fought so successfully.

But if we run away now, it would be tantamount to betraying these people.

Think about it, without these people who are used to obeying their orders, how could they still be so valuable?
On ordinary days, with banners waving and drums beating, they arrive at the imperial estate or even a certain place in the country with great pomp and circumstance. The local people, if not kneel down, will at least be extremely respectful.

If we try again now, how many people will care, how many will accept it?

The people who have never met them are never afraid of a particular king or princess, but rather of the organizations they represent.

The original purpose of establishing an organization is to operate a team.

A team is a crowd, so what the people fear is a large group of efficient and numerous people, except that this group is represented by the king and princess.

Moreover, Misera's waiting for reinforcements to arrive is neither a stopgap measure to stabilize morale nor an attempt to create a miracle through the team's own fighting strength.

She was absolutely certain that reinforcements were already on their way.

As a girl who grew up in a top social circle, Misera already possessed a level of understanding that a girl from a poor, remote village might only acquire decades later, even in her teens.

A simple example is that she is very good at using her youth and beauty, as well as her princess status, to cultivate a group of backup suitors.

This "backup plan" group can be roughly divided into three tiers.

The first rank was called "King" by her, and "King" never met with another king. What she gave the king was always a one-on-one, even unique, interaction.

The second tier is called "Generals." Between Generals, healthy competition is introduced, and they are usually the male protagonists in related scandalous news.

Misera always knew exactly how to handle things, and she rarely staged a scene like "Which young hero can win the favor of our lovely and respectable princess?" A flirtatious glance or a gentle smile, processed with alchemy, could make headlines in major newspapers (similar to the wizards' newspapers in Harry Potter, like a super short video of a few seconds), causing quite a stir for a while.

As a result, Misera gained both fame and fortune, becoming well-known throughout the entire Pan-Northern Federation.

The third rank is called "Qing," and they are usually people with a special skill, especially a very special one, such as a brilliant and highly promising genius.

In short, Misera's persona marketing strategy was implemented in this era, and what she gained was not only fame and fortune, but also the "playing the princes with fire" mentality of young men, just to win a smile from the beauty.

Anyone can boast, but when the real test comes, their true colors will be revealed.

And so, the heir of a certain luminary from Company S has gone to great lengths to come and help those in distress.

There is also the second son of a certain duke. Although he is not the heir, he awakened his extraordinary abilities in his teens and is a genius. He is also deeply loved by his legendary teacher, so he has a strong ability to mobilize in emergencies. Since he does not need to worry about his family, he naturally has time to rescue the beauty.

Unexpectedly, before the future kings and generals arrived, someone arrived riding on a seven-colored cloud.

Victor still enveloped himself with divine power, but the light was semi-transparent. When the angle was right, it refracted the sunlight and was indeed colorful, clear and flowing.

This time, Black Robb didn't enter the arena by slamming the floor in a rude manner.

The enemy he was facing had a different personnel structure, and he was better prepared. Moreover, the battle plan had already been conceived on the way there.

He wanted to flex his muscles in front of the Chaotic Ladder, to let them know that the number one of the Reapers was a genuine incarnation of a god, and even more aligned with the Heavenly Dao than ordinary incarnations of gods.

If the God of Nature is the favored son of Heaven, then Victor could at least be considered an adopted son.

How can Victor demonstrate his unique status as an incarnation of a god? Of course, he can do what other incarnations of gods can do, and he can also do what other incarnations of gods cannot do.

This means that the battle must be visually impactful, but it can't be prolonged to avoid losing its cool factor, and it can't be too explosive to avoid looking like a world-ending villain.

In short, it's about wanting everything, wanting more, and wanting even more.

Because of this, as soon as Victor arrived, even ordinary people within a radius of 100 kilometers could feel the pressure of a god's arrival.

It wasn't that Victor was deliberately spending money to create a spectacle; rather, the extraordinary power he was carrying this time was incredibly immense. From the perspective of extraordinary power, it truly resembled a mountain, a massive lump.

Imagine if a famous mountain were transformed into a "Flying Peak" scene, wouldn't it be eye-catching?

Although Victor is not as physically large as a mountain, his potential and influence are no less than that of a mountain.

After all, compared to silicon-based substances and energy, they are more unstable and more reactive, making them more likely to cause impacts and thus more easily perceived.

"Oh no! It's the Holy Spirit! The Super Reaper!" One of the Chaotic Ladder commanders who organized the attack exclaimed in a panic, his voice sharp and off-key.

It doesn't matter if your voice is off-key, as long as you don't run away from the scene.

This time there's no escaping it; Black Rob is using the Divine Realm Field.

As the core of the divine domain force field, the speed at which he moves determines the speed at which the domain force field with a radius of over 10 kilometers moves.

When people realize Black Rob's presence, they only have 3-5 seconds. If they can accelerate to the same speed as Victor within this time and escape in the opposite direction from where Victor came from, then there is a high probability that they will not be captured by the divine field.

Once enveloped, sorry, even a god of the same level would need some time to offset the effects, and by then, Victor would already be right in front of them.

This time, he was riding on someone's face, suspended in mid-air.

Today was supposed to be a gloomy day.

We gathered in early winter; this is often the kind of weather we see here.

But as soon as Victor arrived, the sun came out, a golden twilight, both gold and blood-red.

To put it simply, it's an orange-gold light, quite similar to the glow of a sunset.

Such sunlight, judging solely by its color, is somewhat improper.

But bathing in this light gives one a very positive feeling.

Especially for normal people, it's like being locked in a dark dungeon for several days, and then going out for some fresh air, basking in the sunlight around ten o'clock.

While feeling comfortable, I also realized that I used to be completely stinky without even noticing, just like how you get used to the smell of excrement after living in a toilet for a long time. Now, in comparison, I realize how unbearable I was in the past.

So much so that some of the more emotional people, whose minds weren't so numb, burst into tears on the spot.

It wasn't the sunlight blinding me, but a deep, heartfelt sorrow, like the feeling of a lost child reuniting with their parents.

However, the chaotic staircase series offers a completely different experience.

Their feelings were roughly of two kinds. One was that they were being ignited, as if they were a piece of charcoal that had been soaked in oil and had been specially cut with slits to allow air to enter and aid combustion. Now they were being ignited directly from the inside out. The feeling of being thoroughly burned, in addition to extreme pain, also had an indescribable sense of pleasure and relief.

The soul is delivered before the person dies. Even the most powerful gods, like the three giants of the gods at their peak, could not do this in person, but could go through the process.

Black Robo doesn't require middlemen or red tape; it's a one-step solution, a soul-level euthanasia that directly sends the soul away.

Of course, there are technical details involved. If the members of the Chaotic Ladder do not meet a certain standard in terms of their spirit and body, they cannot be 'executed on the spot' with guns.

The standard, naturally, is the standard for conviction. If one meets the standard, even if one is not a member of the Chaotic Ladder, one is still an evil monster, and death is not a pity.

This is acting on behalf of Heaven, but even with the same operation, there are different levels of authority. Black Rob is clearly at the highest level, handling everything from conviction and arrest to sentencing and execution.

Without a doubt, this is also a kind of darkness, and a very extreme one.

If the Daoist God uses Black Rob to play extreme games, then there's nothing else for the other gods to do.

Those fallen gods, let alone intervening in the rescue, didn't even dare to show their faces, hiding far away, for fear that Black Rob would take the opportunity to cause trouble and expand the scope of the attack. "Good, so it's you bunch of culprits, you've all come. Perfect, I'll take care of you all!"

Although it is theoretically difficult, none of the fallen gods dared to gamble on it. After all, Black Robo represents the Heavenly Way. In comparison, the one who is the richest in the world used to suffer from not having a handle and not being able to buy good tools even though he had money. Now that he has a knife in his hand, even if it is not that sharp, it is just right to let the target feel the pain that the world suffers!

Since the fallen god has hidden himself, Victor is essentially a beggar version of God within this divine realm.

The members of the Chaotic Staircase were like different kinds of firework rockets, their souls turning into light and soaring into the sky. This was the surface phenomenon of the deliverance.

The oak forest, which had been ravaged, quickly recovered in the twilight, with siege weapons being entangled and torn apart by tree roots and branches.

The higher-ups in the Chaotic Staircase, who were relatively more capable, struggled to survive, but this only made their deaths more painful. Some were burned to ashes and sparks, while others were melted and decomposed.

This is the second major category of feelings experienced by members of the Chaotic Ladder: dissolution.

It's as if I'm a candle or a lump of mud, unable to maintain my shape, about to turn into a puddle.

And this is indeed the case in reality.

Burners are all malicious and wicked; in the words of the darkest hell, sin is the best fuel for combustion.

Those who dissolve accumulate more dark power, while the golden sun and light mingle with the dust, devouring darkness for their own use.

During the process of devouring, the power of darkness is transformed, and dissolution is a side effect resulting from this effect.

The forest was restored, fireworks lit up the sky, and the scene was grand, like a celebration.

This is a large-scale killing spree orchestrated by Black Robb. Without delving into the details, just looking at the surface effect, it's no wonder he won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Stopping war is true martial arts, turning swords into plowshares, and being green and environmentally friendly—doesn't that demonstrate the highest level of morality?
However, those victims of the chaotic staircase didn't even have a chance to curse in hell; they vanished without a trace, their souls forgotten. Truly, a monument to morality, forged by brutality.

(End of this chapter)