Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

So, he spoke.

"I once heard that human beings are like a flock of pigeons. If one flies to the right, all will fly to the right. No matter if there is an abyss or a storm ahead, they will blindly follow, because most people simply do not have the courage and capacity to take responsibility."

"How similar are you now to a flock of pigeons?"

Roland used harsh words to pierce the essence of these survivors, but facing the hero who had just saved them, although they felt very uncomfortable, they could not utter a word of rebuttal except for their faces getting hot.

“But it’s definitely not a bad thing.”

Suddenly, Roland changed the subject and softened his tone.

"The king has his own talents, and the chef has his own talents. It is by no means a bad thing to be able to recognize oneself. That is why all races can unite, retake the land, and build the Tower of Babel to launch a counterattack against the underground city."

Roland's words were incredibly infectious.

"In the final analysis, everyone is trying to overcome anxiety and fear in order to live with peace of mind! Whether it is to fight for fame and fortune, to dominate others, or to make money, it is all for peace of mind! Getting married or making friends is also for peace of mind! Working for peace is actually just making excuses for your own peace of mind!"

"In that case, what's wrong with being a dove among pigeons?"

Roland looked around the room, staring into those confused eyes.

"You should know that I have no obligation to be a savior, nor do I have any reason to save everyone. The only thing I can guarantee is that I will give eternal peace of mind to those who are willing to follow me."

"And now, I want to ask you a question. Whether you agree with my idea or not, the people I saved, - did you see it?"

"You saw my battle with the zombie horde that frightened even the strongest adventurers in this city, and you saw the power I possessed despite being crowned a hero.

As Roland finished his words, a ferocious expression appeared on the face of every survivor holding a weapon.

It was not fear or anxiety, but a sense of pride brought about by great joy.

The atmosphere among the survivors gathered around Roland was very lively, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"Yes! The hero insulted the zombies! The sword hero is invincible!"

"Invincible!"

In less than half an hour, Roland killed his way back and forth on the main road where most of the population of Orario gathered, rescued all the survivors who were still struggling to survive, and led the way for them.

Of course, he couldn't cover everything. Although he alone stopped the main force of the regrouped zombies, there were always some that hid deeper, causing regrettable casualties.

Of course, these costs are completely insignificant in the eyes of the remaining survivors.

Compared to the despair of hiding in a dilapidated building and waiting to die, the fact that they could find new support made them subconsciously ignore those insignificant sacrifices.

They saw the hope of surviving in this hell, therefore, they also cast their ardent worship on the embodiment of hope.

"That's enough. In that case, I don't want to waste any more words. Those who have decided to follow me, please stop raising those meaningless questions about my decision. There is no distinction between clans here, and there are no gods. There is only me here! Your sword hero!"

Roland's voice continued to rise.

"And any disaster or enemy that wants to take my things, whether it's the dungeon or other clans, I will crush them. What you have to do is to give full play to your talents and contribute to me. As for those who die because of rejecting me, I will feel sorry for them, but I won't feel sad."

"Because I don't need any self-righteous fools challenging my authority. Anyone who disobeys me can get out of here now."

Roland was silent for a while, looking at the crowd below. After not hearing any unnecessary sounds, he nodded with satisfaction.

"very good,"

Roland smiled gently, turning his words into a weapon to inspire people.

"So, before you head toward the Tower of Babel, before you start the battle, please stand tall with pride. For those who have survived this disaster, whether you have survived because of wisdom and courage, or simply because of luck, until now, you are the best proof of the existence of hope and miracles."

Roland raised his head, pointed his finger at everyone and said.

"My friends, you are the real heroes!"

The fanatical flames pushed the vigorous personality cult to its climax.

"Lord Roland! We respect your teeth!"

The crazy sound waves came one after another, and soon attracted the remaining corpses. However, although the survivors on the scene were still instinctively afraid of its existence, none of them moved and began to flee.

They just watched quietly as the tide of zombies arrived, gazing at the omnipotent savior raising the holy sword in his hand.

No matter whether they were adventurers, ordinary people, or foreign peddlers, they all cheered as if they had completely lost their minds.

Cheer for the hero's name, cheer for the achievement and great deeds, and rescue all the survivors in the center of the zombie tide with one person's strength.

They cheered and celebrated this great achievement that belonged to one person alone.

Roland didn't need anyone to remind him, he could feel the sense of accomplishment pulsating in his heart.

Another secret code, found accidentally.

Born to be a ruler, one should of course hold everything and enjoy praise and honor.

The feat of upgrading to level 3 has been accomplished.

Roland swung Esther in his hand.

"Zheng——!"

The light took away all the colors in the world.

The dazzling sword light moved straight forward, piercing through the space and the tide of zombies in front of it. The boundless magic power contained in it caused the atmosphere to surge and turn into broken air waves. The zombies on the edge of the sword light could still leave their limbs, but those facing the center were left with only empty nothingness.

Even the sun in the sky pales in comparison.

The silver-white sword light turned into the purest and most solemn judgment, like a punishment from heaven, shattering all despair.

Like a roar of thunder, like a flash of light.

"Secret Emperor? No, I am far from being just an emperor in darkness."

Roland smiled.

He can be a hero, he can be a devil, he can even be a savior, but in the end, he must become the eternal emperor of his own kingdom.

Chapter 145 I have already picked up the original {napkin}

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Orario has opened a new chapter.

The first wave of the biochemical crisis has passed. With the help of Roland's superhuman strength and many first-level adventurers who were basically unharmed, the corrupt situation was quickly brought under control.

However, the dawn has not yet fully arrived.

Under the sun, monsters of the dead roam the ancient city.

They were wandering the surrounding streets in pursuit of a faint presence. They could be seen everywhere, and occasionally they could be seen zombies transformed from adventurers with much superior physical fitness compared to ordinary people, jumping and shuttling between rooftops.

Compared to the number of ordinary zombies that can be controlled, these advanced adventurers are the nightmare of the survivors.

After all, for the fearless zombies, they don’t have to care about their own injuries. They just need to attack and they will win. As a result, these adventurer zombies often have the ability to fight above their level, making them very difficult to deal with.

At this moment, a zombie who was much faster and stronger than the others, with the Ganesha mask on his head still on, and who was very famous in Orario during his lifetime, was being trampled by a figure.

He was still struggling hard, trying to raise his arms and attack the human who was stepping on his spine. The sharp virus crystals on his fingers still emitted a chilling glow in the light.

But his end was nothing more than becoming fodder for heroic inspiration.

"Keep going, with the senior adventurers as the core. These guys, whose strongest is only level 4, can't possibly be our opponents. As long as you hold your own formation together, the senior adventurers will solve these difficulties for you."

Roland shouted loudly.

The troops that received his orders were composed of low-level adventurers. They held standard spears and gathered around the first-level adventurers with different equipments.

These weapons were also in stock in the Tower of Babel. Roland deliberately asked the adventurers to use spears rather than weapons that they might be more proficient in.

The monsters and zombies in the dungeon are two completely different types. The two points of humanoid creatures and infectiousness alone are enough to make many adventurers feel frustrated.

Therefore, for efficiency reasons, it would be more effective to let these adventurers use spears.

Distance is an important factor in inspiring courage. If you are far away and have teammates around, let alone adventurers who have experienced dungeons, even ordinary people who are temporarily organized would dare to go up and stab a few times.

Coupled with the backup first-level adventurers, the cleanup of the inner city of Orario is in full swing with the Tower of Babel as the center.

"Yes!"

The low-level adventurers encouraged themselves while aiming their spears at the staggering zombies and stabbed with all their strength.

Compared to ordinary armies, the attacks launched by adventurers created visual effects beyond imagination. Many zombies' heads were directly pierced, accompanied by clear sounds of bones breaking.

Although the consciousness of these zombies is dead, in essence it is just the virus that controls their bodies. The brain and heart are both vital.

"Success!"

"Long live the sword hero!"

"All of you, die! I will expel all of you bastards from Orario without leaving a single one alive!"

After a while, cheers of surprise came from teams everywhere, followed by a great sense of accomplishment.

But soon, these emotions quickly turned into hero worship.

The more severe the moment, the more prevalent blind worship becomes. Are the zombies strong?

Except for a few special cases where high-level adventurers were infected, ordinary zombies are far less powerful than the monsters in the dungeon.

Otherwise, Roland would not have been able to rescue so many people yesterday, and this was even more so for a fantasy-oriented game.

The high-level adventurers who met at the Tower of Babel yesterday were basically intact. At level 5, there was no sign of attrition. If they had not been unlucky enough to be infected before the virus broke out, there was basically no possibility of these people being infected. sex.

But people are afraid of the unknown.

Even if you know it's unlikely that you'll fail, as long as the possibility of infection exists, you'll inevitably feel uneasy.

Roland's role is to act as a banner to dispel unrest.

He achieved all this with stable order, effective formations, and absolute power, so naturally, he also received the most attention.

Even the gods would be happy to see this happen. At this moment, the glittering hope is too important.

"Zombies are nothing... As long as the hero is here, we can probably clear a main path today."

"Compared to this, it is more important to go on an expedition to the dungeon first. It is rare that all the first-level adventurers are here. If we don't launch an expedition at this time and eliminate the culprit, what will we do when the next disaster comes?"

"...I think we still need to take a long-term view. Right now we can only say that we have the upper hand temporarily. It would be too risky to send all the superior forces to the expedition. If there are any losses, the situation will be completely irreversible..."

In the heated atmosphere, a hesitant voice was interrupted by fists around him before he could finish his words.

"Bam—!"

"This is the wish of the Sword Hero. How can you question him? You are the enemy!"

"Enemy, damn! Enemy, fight!"

Soon, the crowd started to riot due to differences in ideas, and even the team had to stop moving forward. It was not until several first-level adventurers gathered together that they rescued the unfortunate guy who was being beaten up.

"Counting the two times yesterday, this is the third time this has happened."

Finn walked over to the silent Roland and sighed.

"Your reputation has now surpassed that of the gods. The people are not only generous in praising you with all the beautiful words they can think of, but even those who disagree with you will be excluded. Now, they have completely started to think around you."

"So what?"

Roland let out a breath and smiled.

"As long as my actions are not motivated by pure selfish desires, you will still stand by me, Finn. But I can assure you that I did not have the desire to go on an expedition out of pursuit of fame and honor."

"Everything I do is to solve this disaster and help the world itself, including the idea of ​​an expedition, which I believe is an absolutely indispensable action."

The simple sense of justice in these words made Finn swallow back the doubts in his mind. He looked into Roland's eyes which were clear as a trace of haze.

For a moment, the two were speechless.

The silence was broken again until Finn spoke up.

"I understand. Although I still have doubts in my heart, I believe in you. However, even if the majority of people support you, there will always be another opinion, just like today."

The civilians rescued by Roland account for the majority of the Tower of Babel, but as Finn said, in a disaster, it is impossible for everyone to be united, especially in this fantasy world. Even if Roland has reached the pinnacle of popularity, there are still some people who are detached from the world.

Gods are creatures that pursue fun. In Orario, the power of purely good gods often cannot reach the peak. Therefore, regarding the disaster itself, the gods will indeed panic at first, but when the situation begins to stabilize, some gods will soon have a strong interest in this novel zombie apocalypse.

For gods who like to compare with others, the pleasure brought by continuing to enjoy themselves in such an environment is ten or even nine times more exciting than in peacetime.

In addition, Orario has suffered heavy losses and the power of the clan has been reshuffled. It is inevitable that some gods will want to make some moves.

"Although these people don't have much power, they are quite experienced in holding us back. I'm afraid they will cause trouble at today's meeting."

"Just a clown."

Roland raised the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically.