Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 138: Coming for me?

Saige Town, in a dilapidated house.

Dim light filtered through the broken windows, casting mottled shadows on the dusty ground.

The air was filled with a complex aroma of cheap tobacco, sweat, blood, and the faint lingering fragrance of low-level healing potions.

The twenty or so survivors huddled in groups of three or five on piles of grass or rags in the corner like a frightened herd of animals, gasping for breath.

"Lord Ron."

Seeing the steady figure step into the house, the survivors struggled to stand up and salute, but the movement affected their wounds, causing them to groan in pain.

"No need to salute." Ron's voice was calm and majestic, with an unquestionable sense of power, which instantly calmed the restless atmosphere in the room.

He walked straight to the center of the room - where there was a carefully wiped, relatively intact armchair, and next to it were two boxes of bread that had hardly been touched.

Mark stood respectfully by his side.

Ron's eyes swept across the bread box, and then across those survivors who, although they had been given food, dared only to tear off a tiny piece to fill their stomachs, and whose faces still bore the shadow of long-term hunger. He understood.

It’s not that they weren’t hungry, but they regarded this precious food as their last lifeline and made the most sober and desperate long-term plan - to hold on for one more day.

This almost cruel rationality that Ron still maintained in the desperate situation made him silent. He did not say much. These breads were the seeds he gave them. How to use them was their choice.

He sat down, and the chair creaked slightly, but it inexplicably gave everyone in the room a sense of peace of mind. It was as if the core of this dilapidated house had finally been found.

"Tell me about Saige Town and the situation in Kanare County." Ron looked at Mark who was standing respectfully, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes." Mark took a deep breath, deep fear and sorrow flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he began to slowly recount his nightmare-like experience over the past month.

The source of all this is the terrifying disaster that almost only exists in ancient legends and taboo books - the end of dusk.

Before the Bright Moon Calendar, that is, before the birth of the power of the Hero, this world was ruled by another power that symbolized destruction and was in the hands of the Evil God Cult.

And the end of dusk is the disaster it brings to this world.

Wherever it passes, life is cut off, all things wither, the earth turns into scorched earth, the sky is shrouded in filth, and the world becomes a paradise for demons and evil cultists to revel in wanton carnival.

It was a true era of hell, with countless lives lost and the flame of civilization flickering in despair.

Until the power of the hero came into being, like the first ray of light piercing the eternal night, saving the world from endless darkness.

In the end, the person who possessed the power of [Hero] destroyed the once rampant evil cult, and the power that was regarded as ominous disappeared from then on.

It opened the Bright Moon Calendar, bringing over six hundred years of relative peace and stability, steadily suppressing the power of the evil god.

However, just two months ago, the peace that had lasted for hundreds of years was suddenly broken, and the long-lost dusk finally arrived in Mithian without any warning.

For a moment, Misian State fell into chaos, and the Evil God Cult took advantage of the situation to sneak in.

The Grand Duke of Misian State also led his soldiers and many "heroes" to engage in a brutal tug-of-war with the evil cult that was surging like a tide.

The battle lasted for a month, and eventually, under the influence of the Dusk End and the frenzied attacks of the Cult of the Evil God, the defense line of Mithian State was torn apart.

The Grand Duke had to lead the remaining troops to retreat to the rear of the provincial capital to hold their ground.

Without the protection of the Grand Duke's power, the counties ahead quickly collapsed like sand castles in the face of the Evil God Cult's crazy offensive.

In just one month, most of the territory of Misian State had fallen and turned into a living hell.

All the towns that fell under the clutches of the evil cult suffered devastating disasters without exception.

The evil cult likes sacrifices and is brutal and cruel.

All those with high faith power will be captured and sacrificed to the evil god to seize his power.

And those civilians who do not have much power of faith and are regarded as useless become the prey of the evil cultists for entertainment and practice.

A week ago, Saige Town, which was on the path of the Evil God Cult's army, inevitably became the Evil God Cult's "supply" point.

The resistance of Saige Town was as ridiculous as a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the eyes of the Evil God Cult. The priest of the Evil God Cult captured the hero of Saige Town with just one move.

The town's strong men were all taken away as reserve supplies, and the remaining civilians were brutally sacrificed on the spot.

After completely draining the town of Saige and turning it into a dead ruin, the main force of the Evil God Cult left like a swarm of locusts.

But they left behind a small team of scavenger-like soldiers to continue searching for the hidden fish that had escaped the net.

Then, it was the scene that Ron had seen not long ago.

Ron listened quietly, his face showing no emotion.

He glanced at the twenty or so survivors in the house again and asked, "Are you the only ones left in this town?"

"There should still be some people hiding in the town." Mark answered uncertainly.

A town of more than a thousand people now has only a few dozen left...

Including those who were hiding in dark corners like frightened birds, there were probably less than a hundred people.

Ron's brow furrowed slightly.

Because the methods of the Evil God Cult are so cruel and unreasonable, they are very different from the description in the game.

Although the Evil God Cult is still brutal and bloodthirsty in the game, it will not kill all the people.

After all, civilians are free labor, and killing them is not conducive to the evil cult's rule over these places.

In the game, Mithian State is the "granary" of the evil god cult, with at least hundreds of thousands of civilians.

But the current situation is that after the evil cult burned, killed and looted, they left people behind to stake out the place, leaving almost no one alive.

According to their current approach, it would be great if they could have 10,000 people left after conquering Misian Province.

Such a big discrepancy is obviously abnormal.

Ron thought for a moment.

He soon realized that the dog was targeting him.

According to Mark, the main force of the Evil God Cult has swept through Kanare County like plowing the land. Now this area has probably become a real death zone with very few living people.

what does this mean?
This means that his plan to quickly restore his strength by sheltering a large population and obtaining a stable and continuous power of faith will hardly work here.

well.

First, he was sent to the disaster zone, and then all the people in this area were killed, so that he could not obtain the power of faith to improve himself.

God of Light, you have already met your end!
After greeting the God of Light in his heart, Ron began to think of a solution.

If he had stayed in this rear area that had been looted by the Evil God Cult, his safety might have been temporarily guaranteed, but the power of faith he had accumulated would definitely not be enough for him to gain a foothold in the Kingdom of God.

According to the situation in Saige Town, even if all the survivors in the rear were gathered together, the power of faith obtained would probably only be enough for him to barely recover to the fourth level.

This is not good.

You should know that many players' spawn points are in safe areas. Although starting in a safe area will be much slower, the upper limit is higher.

Once they get started and on the right track, with the huge population base, those people will definitely be able to advance to the seventh level, eighth level... or even higher. It will not be difficult at all.

By then, he will be like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"It's probably too late to leave this deserted area and go to a safe area now. It seems the only way is to start with sacrifice..."

"Cough cough... poof..."

A violent cough interrupted Ron's thoughts.

Ron looked up and saw a skinny little boy in the corner hugging a middle-aged woman and crying loudly.

The woman's face was pale, and the clothes on her chest were soaked with dark red blood. She coughed violently and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Then her body went limp and she completely lost consciousness.

"Mommy..." the little boy cried out in panic. Ron hesitated for a moment, then finally got up and went to the woman's side.

He squatted down to check. The wound was on his back, a deep cut that exposed the bone.

With a thought, a bottle of low-level healing potion gleaming with soft green light appeared in his hand.

He pinched the woman's mouth open and carefully poured the medicine in.

The drug takes effect quickly.

The woman's breathing, which was so weak that it almost stopped, gradually became clear and steady, and the black blood oozing from the wound on her back slowly stopped.

But her face was still as pale as paper, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Is there a doctor among you?" Ron asked, standing up.

Among the 26 people present, many were seriously injured. If they did not receive treatment, they might not survive the night.

Low-level potions can only stabilize injuries. To completely cure such serious trauma and infection, one must rely on professional medical conditioning and follow-up medications.

As for why you don’t buy mid- to high-level healing potions…it’s not your money, so you don’t feel bad about it.

There were so many people injured in the disaster area. He would have to use mid- to high-level potions to treat them later. It wouldn't be long before he went bankrupt.

That precious reputation point was his trump card for dealing with fatal crises and turning the tide at critical moments, and it was impossible to use it on those who had become history.

"The doctor... was captured by the evil cult." Mark replied, his voice full of sorrow.

"How strong is that evil cult team?" Ron asked after thinking for a while.

The enemy had only been away from Saige Town for a few days. According to their habit of staying in a town for a few days after capturing it, they should not have gone far.

If we chase them now, we might be able to catch up with this evil cult team carrying "supplies".

"Very strong!"

Mark recalled the horrific scene that day and his body trembled involuntarily: "The priest of the evil god cult must be at least level five!"

He said with certainty.

Because the fourth-level hero of Saige Town was easily defeated by him.

Forget it then.

Ron immediately gave up the idea of ​​​​chasing.

After he saved the lives of more than ten followers of the evil god, his current strength was somewhat relaxed with the blessing of the power of faith, and he could now use the second-level skills.

With the help of the Heart of the White Lion and the alloy rod, the maximum burst is only level four.

Chasing after them would mean death.

Let’s improve our strength again.

"Mark, do you have a map?" Ron asked.

There should be many lone evil god believers in the towns near Saige Town.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ron, I can't even provide you with a map right now." Mark said ashamedly.

"It doesn't matter."

Ron moved his mind, and another bottle of low-level healing potion appeared in his hand. He walked to another seriously injured person:
"You should know which towns are near Saige Town? Tell me about it."

"Yes."

Mark nodded and told Ron about the terrain around the town.

While listening, Ron exchanged low-level healing potions and fed them to those who were seriously injured.

Saige Town is located on the border of Kanare County. There are two small towns of the same size as Saige Town and one medium-sized town around it.

Among them, medium-sized towns are likely to be the next destination of the evil cultists that are plaguing Saige Town.

"...Lord Ron, are you leaving?" Mark asked with a heavy expression after describing the terrain and towns around Saige Town.

"Yeah." Ron nodded.

After hearing this, Mark and everyone in the room's eyes dimmed and a look of loss appeared on their faces.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to see if anyone is still alive." Ron said calmly.

Everyone heard this and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir Ron, the evil cultists in those towns may not have left yet. It's not safe for you to go there now." Mark said worriedly.

"It's okay, I can handle it." Ron said calmly.

It is for those lone followers of the evil god.

Why would I go there after I’ve finished walking?
"If anyone among you knows the way, come with me..." Ron glanced at the old, weak and sick people in the room and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

It's freezing and snowy, and I'm afraid these people will have to lie down halfway through the journey.

Just as Ron was thinking about asking these people to draw a map, one of the two players closest to him suddenly sped up.

Ron's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Because the direction this contestant was running was exactly where he was.

Moreover... the speed was a bit absurd, and it was in a straight line. It didn't seem like the speed and path a carriage could run on. It looked more like it was flying in the air!

what's the situation?
Why are you suddenly running towards me?
Ron frowned deeply.

You have to know that although the players can sense each other's positions, they cannot confirm who the other person is.

The other party rushed forward resolutely like a dog seeing shit, which was strange.

Being able to fly in the air means one must have at least the third level of strength.

Since he dares to come to me on his own initiative, this person must be more powerful than me.

No!

Got to run!
Without taking the time to figure out how the other party had obtained so much power of faith in such a dangerous area, Ron immediately carried Mark on his back and walked out of the house.

"Lord Ron, this is unacceptable..."

"Show me the way, take me to Hongyun Town!"

Ron's expression was serious and his voice brooked no argument.

"Red Cloud Town!?" Mark was shocked.

Hongyun Town is where the evil god followers go.

He wanted to ask Ron what he was doing in Hongyun Town, but he felt the fierce power emanating from Ron and did not dare to ask any further.

He suppressed his doubts and led Ron carefully.

The wind and snow on the ice field were like fine sand, whipping my face painfully.

Ron had a hard time moving forward.

But fortunately, the person who rushed towards him for no apparent reason was some distance away from him.

　Sorry, sorry, I've been so busy lately that I can't meet the deadlines, so sometimes I'll fill in the missing words with something else. But don't worry, I'll delete and correct them on the evening of publishing, so that you won't see that garbage the next morning.

　　(ps: Next month won’t be so busy, I think I can make 6 a day a week)
　　(ps2: Identification method: if there is a title when it is released, it has caught up; if there is no title, it has not caught up)
　　
　
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