Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 201 I want to be a Paladin when I grow up and save the world (4k)

Tired Andesia looked up and stared at the tin can blocking his way.

He did not swing the sword as decisively as before, nor did he stop the refugees around him who had also seen the tin can from bowing in shock.

"Randkiel?"

Andxia used the only fingertip that could be considered clean, which was holding the hilt of the sword, to wipe away the blood stains in front of his eyes. He observed carefully, sensing the familiar breath, and then asked.

He had met Randkiel before.

On the war zone.

Although it was just a distant glimpse when retreating, it was still a very impressive glimpse.

——These legends who are entrusted with certain destinies are indeed different from those ordinary legends.

Only they can be honored as the "Legendary Throne".

Caroline, who was still wondering how to make Andsia believe her fake identity, was stunned.

——What’s going on with this brother? I think I’m talking to my sister.

But in this case, Caroline thought it was a good thing, as it saved her the trouble of lying and covering up her lies, which would be bad if she was found out by others.

In line with the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, Caroline nodded silently.

It was indeed Randkiel.

However, the aura of this "Randkil" was a little sharper, not as majestic and silent as a reef as the ones he had seen before.

And if the one who came to greet him was this guardian angel, then there was no need to say who was sitting on the throne.

"It's really a bad taste to cut out the clips of the eve of destruction and put them at the Martial God Festival for people to watch..."

With a slight sigh, Andsia stated his purpose directly without any beating around the bush or pretending to be polite.

"——Let these refugees enter the city. If the royal city really can't afford it, then at least let them survive outside the city."

Caroline, who had not yet received Rush's answer, was silent for a while, and spoke first: "It's still some distance from here to the Royal City. Let's walk a little further."

Facing the guardian angel who could easily drive him out of the Martial God Festival, Andesia nodded without hesitation:
"it is good."

As the two of them walked forward in silence, Caroline discovered that the refugees following Andsia seemed to be almost being dragged along by him.

In other words, traction.

Because the footsteps of so many people are almost in the same frequency, there are just some subtle differences between people to prevent resonance.

There are also these chains of magic that connect people to each other. The light shields that fall on the outermost part of the refugee group will be automatically activated when people move and encounter danger.

All these signs indicate that Caroline's previous thoughts and guesses were correct.

——It’s not that Andshia didn’t get chess pieces of epic grade or above, but he split the chess pieces through some means and turned them into a force to protect these people.

Although the details were still unclear, Caroline felt that this was roughly the case.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Andsia alone to fully protect these 200,000 refugees.

Even though he was at the peak of the Core Forging Stage and had fought against legends before, was the top candidate for the championship, and had once defended a city for a month and turned the tide, it still didn't work.

You know, this is 200,000 people...

It is easy to kill 200,000 people. You can just cast a few wide-area spells to kill most of them, and then use some tracking spells to kill most of the remaining people. At most, only a hundred lucky ones will escape.

But the salvation is different.

It is easy to kill this number of people, but it is really difficult to save them.

Most people probably have no idea how big this crowd is.

Moreover, these 200,000 refugees were not arranged in a neat square formation - even though the land around the royal city was relatively flat and the view was good, Caroline could not see the end of the refugee tide at a glance.

Not to mention, people's eating, dressing, housing, transportation, and emotional changes, even if they are not erosion species, any of these can lead to disability or even death of a large group of people.

So, Andesia paid a heavy price.

After receiving the message from Rush, Caroline recounted it:

"His Majesty told me to ask them to wait outside for a while. He wants to meet with you in person."

"As it should be."

There was no extra expression, and Andsia was not afraid that his short absence would cause problems for the refugees.

——Because before, all the erosive species within a radius of dozens of miles were eliminated by him personally, or entrusted to a few trustworthy people.

The emotions of the crowd can also be guaranteed by the constantly operating techniques.

Caroline, who originally wanted to say "why don't you go with me now?", stared at the thin ropes tied to Andsia for a while and didn't say this.

——Once Andesia leaves, these refugees will probably stop here.

So let’s get to the designated location first.

When she could see the refugees outside the royal city on the horizon, Caroline suddenly spoke up and asked the knight in a very puzzled tone:

"I've seen people like you before. Most of them suddenly appeared in this world and let their tempers kill people. Even if they didn't kill anyone, most of them just watched coldly."

She looked back at the refugees covered by the light, and then at Andesia who hadn't even cast a cleansing spell on herself: "Why do you have the leisure to save so many people, Knight?"

Pacing.

Silent and fast pacing.

As she walked countless steps, she received a question from Andesia: "That's what I want to ask, why did you ask me this question, Randkiel?"

Caroline was shocked - did she say something wrong?
Wtf, I just couldn't help but ask out of curiosity and the character exploded?
Just when Caroline was still in doubt and calling out her bad luck, Andesia whispered softly:
"Because they are asking me for help."

"Knight, what did you say?"

"I'm just saying that saving others is what a paladin of a cult should do, that's all."

——This sentence really touches my heart.

Caroline smiled happily under the iron helmet. That's right, this is how a paladin should save people!

What are those paladins nowadays? They talk about killing demons and killing demons every day. Can killing a hundred demons save one person?
I don’t think so.

It is better to save the person in front of you than to kill a hundred demons.

Then Caroline spoke again in that changed voice:
"It seems to me that others like you treat our world and our subjects as a farce, but you don't, knight. You are very good."

There's none?
Andesia smiled and said something that Caroline didn't quite understand: "It's all the same."

After that, there was really no communication between the two.

Firstly, Caroline was afraid of revealing her identity by saying too much, and secondly, Andsia didn't have much spare time to engage in such meaningless conversation.

Even though he is still as fast as ever, he just suffered a few fatal injuries and is a little dirty.

In fact, Andsia is under tremendous pressure every second that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

To maintain a huge spell covering more than 200,000 people... there are more than one. Even several strategic priests of the core-casting level would find it difficult to do it together, let alone Andesia, a paladin who mainly attacks individuals and teams.

"Knight, follow me next."

"it is good."

"That's the palace? Mercy is in there?"

"Yes, His Majesty is waiting for you inside."

"first meet……"

"New Mercy, my request is simple - let those refugees outside in."

"Yes. But you have to promise me one thing..."

……

……

Andesia has been the best in the monastery since childhood.

She is called "other people's child" by other nuns and is the object of admiration and pursuit by everyone.

The first to break through the White Iron Rank, the first to break through the Mercury Rank, the first to qualify as a full-fledged knight, the first to join the Knights Templar as a Mercury Rank, the first to break through the Sublimation Rank, the first...

Since birth, no matter what Andshia did, in the eyes of others, he was always the best among all his peers.

It is the best.

There is no doubt that Andesia is an absolute genius.

Others think so.

No one thinks otherwise.

His subsequent victory in becoming the Knight of the Round Table and his repeated achievements in fighting against demons all proved Andsia's outstanding talent and aptitude.

But I never think so.

Instead, I feel anxious, confused, afraid, and at a loss.

After learning that the entire cult and the entire Aifran world had fallen into the same sixth-level abyss, Andesia was almost in despair.

"——If you can't even do it once more, you might as well just run into a wall and die right now."

That's right, Andshia is a reincarnated person.

Although he is not an outsider in the traditional sense, reincarnated from another world.

But after traveling from "Aiflan" to the "Seven Abyss" and living again after spanning tens of thousands of years, Andshia can be regarded as a "reincarnated person".

But he often felt that instead of giving a second life to someone like himself who didn't care about the world whether he was dead or alive, it would be better to give the chance to those truly shining stars.

It is normal for Andesia, who is surrounded by countless true geniuses, to have such thoughts...

In his previous life, Andshia was also a paladin.

An unknown paladin who swore since childhood to save this crumbling world, but no one cared about him until his death.

Paladins like him died in the war between the Cult and the Abyss, at least 80 million of them died.

He was just a single digit removed from the commander's strategic terminal.

That's it.

So it actually didn't matter if he died, but it was just a pity that he didn't fulfill the oath he made to the paladin who saved him as a child.

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"Don't cry, kid, don't cry. Didn't I kill all those stupid monsters?"

In the ruins of the village where flames were still burning, the silver-haired woman carrying a big sword spoke loudly to the boy in front of her who had been crying non-stop.

"My mother and father are..."

Seven-year-old Andesia cried even harder.

The silver-haired woman patted his head and said, "This is my fault. I was late for help."

"But think on the bright side. At least I saved you. After your parents die, you will be there to offer them incense for the rest of their lives. It's actually pretty good to be able to eat offerings for the rest of your life."

She chuckled, and her joke-like words stopped the boy's crying for a moment.

After a while, the boy stared at her pure white uniform and asked timidly, "Sister, are you a priest of the order?"

"Priest?"

The woman with scarlet pupils couldn't help but curl her lips. She coughed without showing her long and narrow canine teeth, shook her head and said, "I'm not the kind of guy who can only preach and chant scriptures, but a paladin. Do you understand a paladin?"

"Punish evil and save the world! Bring warmth to people! This is the purpose for which the Paladin was created!"

Andesia tilted his head, staring at the halo that appeared behind the woman's head, and his tears stopped: "The Paladin saves the world?"

"That's right! Paladins save the world! As a glorious Paladin, it is my duty to do such a small thing!"

As if noticing Andesia's admiring gaze, the woman hurriedly patted his shoulder solemnly: "Although it is good to have a dream, most of the time dreams are used to admire and miss repeatedly, rather than to put them into practice..."

"The cult is extremely short of staff right now. Not to mention the five social insurances and one housing fund, they don't even give overtime pay. Social security and housing provident fund are completely ignored. The fill-in-the-line babies are quite diligent, but they don't treat us as human beings at all - so, little brother, you'd better not become a paladin!"

"When you have time, you can become a missionary priest. Food and lodging are provided, and you can also travel at public expense... Wow, how great it is."

Andxia was stunned when he heard this. He was too young to remember these things. He only remembered that the Paladin was very powerful.

As she spoke, the woman took out a turquoise cross seal and placed it in Andesia's hand:
"Take this to the nearest watchtower of the Order and tell them that you want to be a priest. I guarantee you will be given a stable job that will last you a lifetime!"

Stupefied, he took the seal that seemed to be able to withstand the surrounding flames and winds, and subconsciously asked, "Then, Lord Paladin, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, we are leaving now."

The woman nodded and smiled. "I just stopped for a moment because I heard you crying. Some people would be unhappy. They would probably say that if I delay for a second, so many people will die on the front line."

"Unfortunately, I am not very sensitive to numbers and my vision is very short-sighted."

The woman turned around and said goodbye to Andesia:
"I can only see the person in front of me, and I can only hear the crying in my ears."

Andesia followed her gaze and saw a thin, short, white-haired figure sitting in a wheelchair.

He didn't know who it was at that time.

He only heard the voice of the paladin who saved him coming from the front:

"Now, I'm going to save the world."

He stood there, holding the Cross tightly in his hand.

He heard the silver-haired, red-eyed vampire say so.
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So Andesia thought that he wanted to be a paladin when he grew up.

Then go save the world.

(End of this chapter)