I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 24. Zombie Plague

Ian didn't explain to Leal and the others, but simply asked Leal to find someone to provide him with a design.

There was only one requirement: the more exaggerated, the better. Don't consider whether it can be built or how much engineering work is involved. Just consider making it magnificent and sacred enough.

It should perfectly embody the majesty and solemnity of the Church of the Dawn.

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Leal didn't understand why, but he nodded in agreement.

In the following days, nothing else happened.

Although the citizens of Blackwater City were still not getting enough to eat, with water, they wouldn't actually starve or die of thirst.

Being able to survive made the citizens of Blackwater City extremely grateful.

Their loyalty and fanaticism towards the Church of the Dawn grew day by day.

However, Markov and Harlan had been missing for the past few days.

Resia and the others only knew that on the second day of the riot, these two had left Blackwater City with ten zombies they had captured.

Apart from that, there were no major events.

During the day, Leal returned to recruit believers, and in the afternoon, he went to the MC world to build the City of Dawn.

As he became more and more familiar with the MC world, the City of Dawn was also being built in a decent manner.

The territory expanded, reaching the edge of the lake, and in the east, it even extended to the mountain mine.

The villager breeding center was initially completed, and Ian had also created all the major professions.

In the west of the City of Dawn in the MC world, a simple villager trading center was also built.

The monster spawning tower had also been completed, but Ian had not succeeded in building the iron farm, always missing something.

However, after starting to explore the mine, the harvest of iron ore was also considerable.

In addition, the string farm continuously provided goods for trading emeralds to shop.

In short, there was no shortage of iron.

The longer Resia and the others stayed in the MC world, the more times their eyes were opened.

Gradually, they became somewhat numb to it.

The concept of the Dawn Heaven was completely integrated into their consciousness. Now, no matter what Ian said.

The MC world was the Dawn Heaven, and Ian was the God of Dawn.

Besides this, one thing that Resia and the others were more concerned about was...

Ian had clearly said that with thermoelectricity, they wouldn't have to go down the mine and could make money lying down.

But as a result, Ian not only went down the mine to dig all sorts of things, but also played with sand in the river, and even became obsessed with flowers and plants again.

He spent a lot of bone meal to grow flowers, which made Resia's heart ache.

Ever since Resia knew that bone meal could ripen crops, she had treasured every bit of bone meal, not letting anyone use it.

She even wished she could dig up the mass grave to see if the bones of the Roderick Continent could be used to grind bone meal.

Ian used several stacks of bone meal to grow flowers, and Resia was so distressed that she almost fainted.

Fortunately, with the monster spawning tower, bone meal was produced very quickly, otherwise, even if it was Ian, Resia would have lectured him with a stern face.

Such days continued until the end of the month.

This evening, the maid who stayed behind in the city lord's mansion brought Markov and Harlan back to the MC world.

The two were covered in dust, but they didn't seem to be injured.

When Ian returned to his newly renovated three-story villa in the City of Dawn, the two were still looking around in shock.

They didn't remember that the base in the MC world was so prosperous.

When they came in just now, they thought Ian had moved everyone to a small city.

However, no matter how much they looked around, they couldn't ignore Ian.

Seeing Ian come in, the two quickly greeted him.

Ian waved his hand, sat in the main seat, and Resia brought tea.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Markov quickly said:

"It's not hard work. For the great Church of the Dawn, Young Master Ian, this is what we should do."

"About Crown City..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ian interrupted Markov with a smile.

"Let's not talk about that first. Resia, give them the things that are prepared."

Markov and the two were a little confused, but they still followed the direction Resia pointed and opened the box.

Suddenly, a set of silver shimmering iron armor and an iron sword with magical luster came into view.

Markov immediately drooled. Even when the Fobos family was at its strongest, he had never seen such a sturdy set of iron armor.

Not to mention the iron sword that looked like a magic weapon.

Markov couldn't wait to put the iron armor into his backpack, and then looked at Ian with a hopeful face.

"Young Master Ian, is this for us!"

"..."

Looking at Markov, who was already wearing the armor, Ian said quietly:

"No, just let you see it, take it off."

"Ah?"

Seeing that Markov was really about to reluctantly take it off, Resia covered her mouth and chuckled.

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"Young Master Ian is joking. The Dawn Heaven has developed very quickly in the past few days, and these armors are standard equipment for everyone."

"After putting it on, silently recite 'hide' in your heart, and you can hide the armor."

"However, when you return to the Roderick Continent, don't take it off casually. You may not be able to put it on again after taking it off."

"This whole set of armor weighs twenty-four tons. Without taking it off, with the characteristics blessed by the Dawn Heaven, it will not produce weight influence."

Markov nodded knowingly, but like Harlan, he had no intention of hiding it.

Just kidding, what's the difference between keeping such a perfect set of iron armor a secret and wearing brocade at night?

He, Markov, also has a need to show off.

"This sword is an enchanted iron sword, all with level 2 enchantment sharpness. Just think of it as a magic weapon, it's very powerful."

Ian pointed to the sword in the box. The next moment, Markov and the two put away the two iron swords with lightning speed.

They grinned innocently. Ian smiled, took a sip of tea, and said softly:

"Okay, let's talk about the situation in Crown City."

Hearing this, Markov became serious. After thinking for a while, he said solemnly:

"Five days ago, Harlan and I took the zombies to Crown City. Taking advantage of the night, we each threw five into the clan lands of the Cleveland family and the Lyman family."

"An hour later, the two families' clan lands were in chaos, mobilizing troops, and there was a commotion all night."

"Until dawn, all the zombies turned to ashes in the sun."

After saying that, Harlan added:

"Because there were too many troops at the time, and there were also many knights, and there were also several mages, we didn't dare to get too close, and we weren't sure how many people the zombies had injured."

"But indeed, we smelled blood."

"In the following two days, we learned from the replacement troops that the two families were in chaos, and many people were acting like crazy."

"They would attack others at night, and during the day, they would stay behind closed doors."

"It's not clear who it is, but it is said that the most arrogant and domineering second son of the Cleveland patriarch has not shown up for several days."

"At the same time, people from the two families are also looking for doctors everywhere, and even sent people to the Elf Forest to find elven mages."

"We couldn't find out any other details, so we hurried back."

After saying a lot in one breath, Harlan picked up the teacup and took a big gulp, took a breath, and said again:

"In a short time, they probably won't bother to think about us here."

"Young Master Ian, do you still need us to transport other zombies?"

Ian leaned leisurely on the chair and chuckled.

"Not for the time being. Next, we just have to wait for the zombie plague to ferment."

"You guys rest for a while. Tonight, we have a big event."

Big event?

Markov and Harlan's eyes lit up, and they looked at each other.

The next moment, they spoke in unison.

"Young Master Ian! Who are we fighting?"

"We're not fighting anyone!"

Ian stood up, and the wide papal robes fluttered.

"Tonight, we will create a miracle of the Dawn in Blackwater City!"