The lord is red again.

Chapter 505 God Has His Own Knights

"Autism? Single player? Eating alone?"

Linde flipped through it and found that I am Thor, the God of Thunder, and I didn't even post my experience online.

Single-player players who don’t like socializing are actually a very large group. Even if they experience something interesting in the game, they will just sigh to themselves or chat about it with friends.

Only a minority of people post everything on the Internet, and the majority remain silent.

But this also has its downsides, and it is very unfriendly to Lind.

The activation of the "role-playing function" is a signpost that leads the undead to become more and more obedient. If it can be exposed a little this time, it can save him a lot of effort in future publicity.

Now, we really provide one-on-one service to players.

A bit of a loss.

"We need to add a few more undead people to try out this feature and do more publicity."

Select an area, preferably some actors who are good at acting, and then designate special plots for the undead to conduct small theater games.

The Kingdom of the Moon is a good choice. There are many strange and bizarre monsters there, and there is an "air wall" that makes it difficult to leave or enter.

Whatever happens in there is possible.

"Why don't I just start a Werewolf game, or let the undead play with themselves?"

It would be too costly to train actors yourself and if they die.

If you want to use the enemy as an actor, enemies that are too strong will be out of control, and enemies that are too weak are unnecessary.

The Holy City of Herman is within sight.

The low city walls and the undecorated snow on the ground were covered with footprints from passers-by, turning the surface into a slippery, icy surface that was difficult to stand on.

There were two soldiers wrapped in thick bear skins standing guard. Their gloves were so thick that it was doubtful whether they could hold the hilt of the sword. It was probably impossible for their fingers to do so.

The scenery in the city was worse than Lind had imagined.

This is a gathering place for survivors rebuilt on the ruins. The houses are low and only a dirt road has been cleared on the road. The snow is piled up thickly on both sides.

There are not many pedestrians. It is cold and most people choose to stay at home.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of wood in this land. As long as you collect enough dry firewood and store it before the snow falls, the winter will not be difficult to survive.

It just so happened that the undead had stayed here before and helped collect a lot of firewood, so much that there was no room to store it.

Snowtop Order.

Located in the only intact building in the city, it stands out like a signal tower and can be seen by looking up.

Lind stepped into the Snowtop Cult. He had not used the stealth ability of the Secret Pattern Messenger for a long time. He used it at this time and easily bypassed all the cult members.

He walked forward leisurely, but the people patrolling outside did not notice his presence at all.

"what is this?"

Lind looked up at what the Snowtop Cult was worshipping. It was not a Molten Knight or a Forge Master, but a dwarf with a brazier on his head.

He has short arms and legs, wears a heavy suit of armor, and holds a big hammer in his hand.

Dong Dong Dong, footsteps were heard.

A burly figure came over and saw Lind.

His face changed, he felt an invincible aura from Lind, the daring strength of a wild beast that had broken free from its reins as his gaze swept over him, shaking his spirit violently, the fiery aura gushing from his body was filled with indescribable colors, burning like a walking human volcano.

The man blinked hard to free himself from the horrible illusion. The gap in strength was too big, so his mind was affected the moment he saw the other person.

My ears were buzzing, my heart was beating wildly, and I felt dizzy.

He knelt on one knee: "Great Lord!"

Starting with "The Great So-and-so" is a very common situation among believers.

"You, know me?"

Lind didn't need to perform, his aura as a legendary knight was enough to satisfy all the other party's imagination.

"Of course, great Master of the Forge, I have seen your statue and your armor before!"

The man's voice was fanatical, and he felt the figure in front of him become more majestic. The Melting Armor on Lind's body seemed to slowly overlap with the armor worn by the Forge Master in his memory. At first, there was a little bit of similarity, but with the blessing of faith in his brain, the details quickly approached.

Exactly the same!
My knees involuntarily fell to the ground.

The other person walked closer step by step, and as he got closer, the high temperature gradually got closer to his face.

"You may have recognized the wrong person." The other party's voice was deep and his accent didn't sound like that of a person from Enstad Continent.

Obviously, the other party is powerful and does not bother to replace anyone or pretend to be anyone.

That is the pride that comes from the strong.

However, he keenly sensed something wrong in the other person's voice. Could it be that the other person didn't know the master? It was impossible. Or maybe he wanted to hide something, pretending to be a passerby who passed by by accident, and left after getting something he wanted.

He became more and more certain of this idea. This was the only possibility. The other party must have known the strength of the Overlord and did not want to provoke him. But it didn't matter. The gap in strength made him dare not think too much.

"I am Azek Snow, the Pope of the Snowtop Cult. Great being, we are honored by your coming."

No matter who the other party is, the strong sense of oppression cannot be faked.

Linde didn't care about the other party's performance, but pointed at the stone statue: "Who is that?"

"Knight of the Crucible," Azek Snow answered very obediently, his knees seemed to be nailed to the ground, "a knight who serves the Lord."

"Is it real?" Linde walked towards the statue. "The faith of your Snowtop Cult?"

His two questions were a bit confusing and seemed to have nothing to do with the previous conversation.

Azek Snow understood immediately: "We have seen Him before, the powerful Crucible Knight. If you want to see more about him, there are some records in the cult."

"Record?"

Lind's gaze shifted to Azek.

He didn't care about the life or death of the Snow Peak Order. Enough people had died at his hands, and he would only show mercy to his own people.

His eyes jumped across Azek's body, as if he could find the best place to cut in an instant.

Those eyes saw through me very clearly.

Azek slowly stood up, and after making sure that his actions did not arouse the other party's anger, he quickly left and brought back a thick parchment book.

I took the book and found that each page of the paper cover was very thick. It looked like the book was as thick as a palm, but in fact there was not much content written on it.

Lind looked through some of the records above, all of which were related to the so-called "Furnace Knight". When he first heard this name just now, he thought that the Furnace Knight was some kind of potion channel.

Now he was certain that the other party had appeared before the potion and was a force that protected and served the gods.

Before the apocalypse, potions were heresy.

Just like the "angels" of the Everfrost Land, the giant knights, and even the kings of the abyss.

"God must have his own knights."

Linde closed the parchment book.

He has completely understood that after becoming a god, he will be granted a portion of power and will be able to create knights that belong entirely to him, allowing them to spread his faith, participate in wars between gods, and so on.

How can God not have "angels"?

It is not so easy to become a "god". It is very difficult to completely collect and combine the power of the broken story master and the broken giant god skin into a new one and then replace it.

Lind has a clear understanding of the development of his own strength. His power is half stolen and half plundered, which is completely different from those natural gods. It is like building a house, he has to rely entirely on himself from scratch.

So, why do we have to follow in other people's footsteps?

He is interested in having great power, but not in completely replacing anyone.

Patching it up might work, Lind could feel the difficulty of collecting divine skins.

Azek Snow wanted to say something else.

"Snow," Lind said, his eyes fixed on the other person, staring at his heavy fur coat.

"Yes, my lord."

"You should fight for the Snowcrest Order."

"It's...what?"

Azek was a little confused, he didn't understand what Linde meant. He had no objection to fighting for the strong, but the announcement of this war seemed to have come a little too quickly.

"Your Holiness!" a voice came from outside.

"what happened?"

"The prince has brought his men back to fight."

"prince?"

Azek frowned. He felt something was wrong, but he soon realized, "It was him!"

Is there a prince in this small country in the snow? I remember there should be.

When he turned around again, the being had disappeared.

A siege battle was launched very hastily. As a prince, I was Thor, the god of thunder, and I led a group of strong men with hatchets to attack the holy city of Herman.

No one in the city resisted, and no one was excited.

In fact, whether it is a prince or a sect, it is the same for them. If they have that time, they might as well add a piece of firewood to the stove to make the room warmer and ensure that they will not freeze to death.

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, commanding two wolves to occupy the city wall, and then he wisely did not continue the attack.

"Everyone stay here!"

He is well aware of his strengths, but also his weaknesses.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

Everyone looked at him excitedly, as if with just one word from him, they would rush forward again without fear of life or death.

"I will lead you to victory and take back this country!"

The undead man's voice was excited. Although the mission came a little bit inexplicably, as a veteran who mingled in the gaming circle every day, he knew some hidden features of the game.

Winning a war does not necessarily result in a high score.

This role-playing game may have a scoring mechanism. So what aspects will the scoring be based on? It is inseparable from the three aspects of the time it takes to complete the game, your own losses during the game, and the enemy's losses.

Therefore, letting these weak NPCs rush forward with you will do nothing but lower the score.

"Gather all warriors, we are about to start the final war!"

After giving the instructions, I, Thor, took the initiative to act alone and headed for the Snowtop Cult.

Hammers and shields clashed, and then flames dyed the streets red and left dents in the snow.

The flaming flying shield fragments shot towards the wall and easily got stuck on it after the collision.

The flames continued to burn and then turned into a large fire that engulfed the house.

The people hiding in the house ran out screaming.

Stab it--!
I am Thor, God of Thunder, holding my neck, coughing up blood and falling to the ground. The moment my chin hit the ground, my body turned to ashes.

Then he appeared on the walls of Holy Herman.

"I'm alive."

"If there were other people here, it would be much easier to conquer this place."

As a single player, he thought about it and decided to rush forward on his own.

Crash, die, crash, die...

"Is there any big guy who can help me?"

……

Azek Snow watched the prince die again and again with a strange expression on his face, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Kill!"

There was a roar.

"The undead are back! Your Holiness!"

"withstand!"

The prince of the small country in the snow, "I am Thor, the God of Thunder," wrapped in animal skins, stood on the city wall.

Behind him stood twenty or so undead who had hurried over. They headed south to try to find the Black Knight's underground cemetery, and then take a direct train to the Demonic Land.

Just because I was a step slow, I received the signal for help from Thor, the God of Thunder, so I immediately fought back.

The difference is that each of them is extremely powerful, and the armor and weapons they wear are already the best standard weapons available to the undead in the current version. Especially after some undead upload various strategies, as long as they study hard, they can rely on their own diligent hands to make some usable props.

Brewing simple potions is not a problem either.

They took out bottles of potion and poured them over their bodies, and some took out wands and chanted.

A circle of light enveloped everyone.

Then another circle of light.

Sprinkle powder.

Sword oil.

At this moment, I am Thor, the God of Thunder, and I feel the fun that single-player players will never be able to experience. My strength has increased by at least two times, and my height has been increased a lot by magic. Everyone is as sturdy as little giants.

"Kill!"

His Royal Highness the Prince roared and launched an attack on the Snowtop Cult.

"It's a straightforward mode."

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, who said, "So this is what it feels like to team up with others. Previous experiences have made him not want to have too much communication with others, even in the game."

The attack in hand did not slow down. The more suffering I endured before, the more fun it was in the simple mode now.

Soon they were defeated by Azek Snow of the Snowcrest Cult.

But the bitter taste of failure will not last long.

"For His Royal Highness the Prince!"

The ground shook.

The undead are coming back again.

Winning by numbers is what they do best.

Lind stayed out of it and helped himself complete an experiment at the cost of the destruction of a religion.

What is the reward after completing the mission? There is no reward. This country is the reward. If the survivors are willing to stay, they can use it as they please.

Even without the title of "Prince", the undead can still recruit local natives to work for them, but almost everyone has given up doing so because the gap in strength is too big and the natives cannot keep up with their development. At most, they can keep a few good-looking NPCs at home.

He witnessed the downfall of a religion with his own eyes. It was as messy as a street fight. Although the magical flames were running everywhere, it was by no means beautiful.

(End of this chapter)