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

Chapter 39: Thunderstorms Rage, Wipe Out Demons with a Blade

Since entering the world of MC, how many good things has Ian accumulated?

To be honest, even Ian himself wasn't sure without a careful inventory.

He did spend more than half a month without going to the Nether or the End, which he should have explored long ago, but that doesn't mean Ian did nothing.

Once the production line starts, its speed of acquiring resources is second only to directly taking items in Creative Mode.

Five or more mob grinders are running at full capacity, using string to exchange for emeralds.

Even later, when trading with the fisherman and fletcher, it would take at least a stack of string to exchange for one emerald.

But Ian has a production line, so it doesn't matter.

The emeralds accumulated for more than half a month were used to quickly level up the weaponsmith and armorer to master level.

Exchanging for enchanted diamond equipment this way is much more efficient than mining.

Although it's unrealistic to exchange for a full set of enchanted diamond armor for everyone, it's easy to get everyone an enchanted diamond sword and an enchanted iron armor set.

Coupled with the large number of bows and special arrows produced by the fletcher during this time, as well as the gunpowder saved and the enchanted books kept for emergencies…

In Ian's words: You can always trust the ability of the MC world to create legends.

A guaranteed win!

What's wrong with twenty people blocking over ten thousand demons?

This was still a sudden event, and Ian wasn't prepared.

If Ian had a day to prepare, to put it bluntly, killing over ten thousand demons would be easier than killing ten thousand pigs in the MC world.

A perfect diamond enchanted set, a katana, and the blessing of Steve's physique, unless it's a Demon Lord of the Seven Deadly Sins, they're not qualified to make him draw his sword.

…

Ian, who was working at full speed, was moving so fast that afterimages almost appeared.

One moment he was standing in front of the anvil, his hands as nimble as butterflies flitting through flowers, the crisp sound of iron clanging non-stop.

The next moment he was muttering in front of the crafting table, as if he was possessed.

Then he would run to the villagers of various professions and stand still, like an old monk in meditation.

The whole set of operations was flashy, dazzling, and completely incomprehensible as to what Ian was doing.

Only Ian knew that he was feeling the pain.

The resources accumulated for more than half a month: emeralds, iron ingots, enchanted books, gunpowder…

Now, they have all been exchanged for tangible weapons and strength.

This battle has exhausted Ian's savings.

But the good news is that, except for gunpowder, the rest are basically exchanged for emeralds.

For Ian, whose production line foundation is already solid, emeralds are as many as he wants.

It's like having a printing factory at home.

After this battle, with another week or so of accumulation, there will be even more resources than before.

Speaking of which, Ian couldn't help but feel a little regret.

If he had done an experiment earlier to determine whether certain multi-block structure-specific bug features in the MC world could be used on the Roderick Continent.

This time, why would he have to go through so much trouble and consume so many resources?

Starting with a TNT duplicator and a redstone bomber, he could give the demons a good meal.

Saving time, effort, and resources.

After this battle, some specific multi-block structures must be experimented with on the Roderick Continent as soon as possible.

…

What seemed like a long time was actually only a few minutes, and Ian had already prepared the equipment and resources needed for this battle.

After all, before becoming a half-baked production line player, Ian was first and foremost a speedrunning master.

He'd have lived in vain if he needed to look at the crafting recipe for a non-modular combination.

Taking a deep breath, Ian sorted all the resources into categories and placed them in the boxes on the ground.

"From now until the end of the battle, I only have one requirement for you: do whatever I say. Can you do it?"

"Yes! Young Master Ian!"

Lacia and the others nodded eagerly in agreement, and Lyall sighed and nodded helplessly.

"Very good, we will definitely win."

Ian smiled reassuringly and quickly began to arrange for everyone to distribute combat resources.

This time, Ian really bled a lot.

Nineteen sets of fully equipped enchanted iron armor, nineteen fully enchanted diamond swords, different types of enchanted bows and arrows…

Among them, the Infinity and Flame enchanted ones were fine, as the fletcher had produced a lot of them, but the five Power V fully enchanted bows were the ones that Ian felt most sorry for.

It wasn't the bows that were the problem, but the arrows…

In order for Lyall and the others to use the Power V bows to accurately snipe the Mind Flayers, Ian took out two stacks of instant damage and two stacks of regeneration potion arrows.

This was already all his savings.

But with the power of the enchanted bows, coupled with the power of the instant damage arrows, even a Mind Flayer leader as powerful as a super invincible knight would die instantly if hit by one.

In addition, there was a batch of unenchanted bows and arrows, which were reserved for the Winged Clan.

Ian was taking the Dawn Church to support them, and the Winged Clan had to contribute as well. If they were useless, Ian wouldn't save them.

However, due to the weight of the MC bows and arrows, it was estimated that very few people could use this batch of bows and arrows. Only the elite of the Winged Clan could pick them up.

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In addition, he brought enough food to restore satiety, and had Lacia and Frayne load up all the TNT.

The final battle preparations were complete.

The equipment made by emptying his savings was simply born entirely for this war to annihilate the demons.

Flame and Infinity, combined with other ordinary bows and arrows for long-range clearing, the strongest five Power V bows and arrows, combined with potion arrows, would catch the Mind Flayers and pick them off one by one.

Nineteen diamond swords.

All with fully enchanted Smite V.

Facing the massive undead army…

Wasn't that like a match made in heaven?

A guaranteed win!

Hanging his white scabbard on his waist, Ian wanted to see if the katana could accumulate kills on the Roderick Continent this time.

Seeing that Ian was ready to set off immediately, Lacia reminded him:

"Young Master Ian, do you want to bring a raincoat? The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier."

Markoff was a little speechless and complained:

"We're going to war, what's the use of wearing a raincoat!"

"What do you know!"

Lacia retorted.

"You're mindless and thick-skinned. No one cares if you get struck by lightning. What if Young Master Ian catches a cold from the rain?"

After saying that, Lacia paused and whispered.

"What if it affects the quality of his offspring…"

"Sister Lacia, what quality?"

Frayne stared with clear and innocent eyes, looking curiously at Lacia, whose face turned red.

Waving her hands, she was about to quibble, but the next moment, Ian suddenly hugged Lacia tightly.

"Thunderstorm! Yes! Thunderstorm! Thank you, Lacia! You reminded me!"

After saying that, Ian hurriedly ran back into the house. Lyall and the others, who were confused, only heard a few clanging sounds of iron forging, and then Ian ran out again.

"Let's go!"

Ian became more and more confident.

"This time, we must let the demons see what the thunderous power of the Dawn Church is!"

The strong self-confidence infected everyone, and Lyall took a deep breath.

"So be it… I've been cautious all my life. This time, let me go crazy with you!"

Taking everyone back to the bedroom of the City Lord's mansion, Ian strode out.

"History will remember and prove everything."

"The Dawn Church, in its infancy, used twenty people to wipe out tens of thousands of demons, shaping an immortal golden body. This is the first chapter of the dawn shining on the entire continent."

Ian turned his head, smiled confidently, and reached out to straighten the Papal Tiara on his head.

"It's still that sentence, a guaranteed win!"