Don't call me evil god

Chapter 839: The monster won’t get lost, right?

Poke is an ordinary soldier who enlists in the King's Army.

He was born in a stable environment in the interior of the kingdom, where the land was fertile, the climate was warm and suitable, and therefore there was a very developed agricultural industry.

Eight out of ten ordinary people in the local area are good at farming. In addition, the chosen ones of the Harvest Church come regularly to cast fertility spells on the farmland. The annual output of grain, vegetables, fruits, etc. can be purchased here at a relatively affordable price. The farmers can be self-sufficient in many things and live a decent life.

Apart from anything else, at least in terms of food and clothing, their lives are much better than those of the poor people living in the border areas.

Even an ordinary farmer can find 7 or 8 gold coins hidden in his savings.

but.

In the face of the annual red tide of monsters, all beings are equal.

No matter if they are farmers in the south, common people in the capital, or adventurers in the east border, when a conscription order appears before them, if they do not want to pay the high "conscription exemption tax", they must honestly respond to the call and follow the large army to the border to resist the monsters.

The 32-year-old Poke has been drafted for the third time this year.

According to the laws of the Kingdom.

After each call-up, I can enjoy call-up exemption for the next two years.

Like most ordinary people, Poke has been stuck with this kingdom law.

If I answer the call once, I will never go again for the next two years even if you kill me!

Because he is different from those low-level professionals who dare to respond to the call and even use the monster red tide to earn rewards.

He was just an ordinary man, without the ability to protect himself, let alone enjoy the extra conscription allowances prepared by the kingdom that only professionals could get.

At the age of 26, Polk was called up for the first time to defend the Ceylon border, which left him with a nightmare memory:
A world filled with a thick layer of blood;

It seemed like there would never be enough to kill, endless waves of crazy monsters pouring out of the dark forest;

Broken arms and limbs, blood and flesh flying everywhere, the roar of the monsters mixed with the screams and wails of the soldiers;
A scene from a hell scroll.

Poke was lucky because ordinary people like him would be assigned to the equipment group or the throwing group by the "knight" leading the team.

The equipment team was responsible for throwing the grease-soaked cloth balls handed to them by their companions to the bottom of the city wall when the monsters approached the defense line, burning and blocking the monsters with flames, and burning the monsters' corpses;

This mission does not require those low-level warrior professionals with some strength to hold a heavy shield and wait at the closest position to the monster, so it is relatively safe.

If you are lucky, you may not get hurt during the entire monster red tide;
But on the first day of the battle against the monster red tide, a grotesque monster so terrifying that Poke didn't know how to describe it forcibly broke through the mixed defense line composed of fire, crossbows, stones, and pits, then jumped onto the city wall with a big leap, and with one claw, ripped open the belly of John, Poke's friend who had no time to dodge, and tore him in half.

When Poke's face was splashed with his companion's organs, bright red blood mixed with food residues in the intestines and digested feces, he was completely stunned.

He lost the will to resist immediately. His legs were so weak that he couldn't even run away. He couldn't breathe, his head felt dizzy, and he couldn't even let out a scream of horror.

If the knight leading the team had not arrived in time and knocked the monster off the city wall, Poke estimated that he would most likely have suffered the same fate as his companions.

The friend who was drinking and bragging with him the day before suddenly became a "friend".

Although the soldier in charge of medical logistics quickly transported his fallen comrade to the medical center of the Glowing God Cult and saved his life through the [Resurrection Spell], he only saved his life.

The empty lower body was not within the scope of the battlefield rescue of the Glowing God Cult. Although he received a conscription allowance after the end of the monster red tide, the money could not fully cover the cost of his high-level priests to treat him, and was only enough to "heal" one of his legs.

His other leg could only be supported by a wooden leg, and he was nicknamed "Wooden-legged John".

Not only is the name of Poke's friend very common, but he himself is also unremarkable. Like Poke, he is the kind of guy who, if you throw him into a crowd and shout his name, 7 or 8 people will respond.

This time, the loss of a leg finally gave him a characteristic that could distinguish him from other "Johns".

It's really a joke from hell.

Poker found out later.

The terrifying monster that almost took him and John away in one wave had the strength of a 4th-level professional. The shocking feeling that frightened him was not only due to his cowardice, but also the effect of the evil god power that monsters above 3rd level must carry.

After learning the painful lesson from John, Poke wished he had two more pairs of eyes and three more pairs of ears on the battlefield, so that he could observe the battle situation as comprehensively as possible and be ready to avoid those high-level monsters that might rush onto the city wall at any time.

During the two conscriptions in the previous few years, Poke was also injured in battle, but fortunately, the injury was not extremely serious. The post-war allowance was enough for him to find a glow priest to heal himself before returning home.

Being called up to the border for the third time, Poke, who was already considered a veteran, was still nervous and did not dare to relax at all.

Although one can be resurrected by [Resurrection] after death, there is a strict limit of 5 minutes.

If something unexpected happened while rescuing him and his body got cold, he would be really dead!

He had heard about the changes that had taken place in Ceylon Territory. The believers of the Church of Knowledge had built a deeper defense line in the Dark Forest, which would help them bear the pressure of the monster attacks when the monster red tide occurred.

But Polk is not so optimistic.

That's a monster, not a badger that can be stopped by a fence erected at the edge of a farmland!
In the past, there were also teams of adventurers who were ignorant of the immensity of the world and planned to "go upstream" during the monster red tide, going deep into the dark forest to deal with those dangerous monsters in advance.

Most of them never return;

The very small number of those who were able to return were in a very miserable state, completely forced back by the monsters that could not be killed during the red tide.

The little power they have is not enough to completely deal with the massive amount of monsters that appear in the forest.

If we really want to withstand the impact, we must rely on a solid and strong border defense line...right?

Poker thought so.

With high alert and full concentration, he waited on the defense line for a whole day.

Then he and the King's Army soldiers next to him stared at each other in confusion:
"Where are the monsters?"

"Are they lost?"

"Did the demonic red tide really break out?"

"Why didn't I see any monsters?"

……

(End of this chapter)