Chapter 190 Followers of the Evil God
Flying at a height of a thousand meters, strong wind blows in your face.
There were stars in the sky above and lights below. Zhang Yang forgot to be proud for a moment.
Because he finally knew what Zhao Xianyu had done in the past two thousand years and where his confidence came from.
Apart from the deliberately started forest fires, the lights within the hundreds of miles within sight were as dense as stars.
What does this prove? It only proves that the population is prosperous and resources are abundant, so Zhao Xianyu has the spare energy to invade other worlds. That is why he is not worried about anything happening in his hometown after leaving only one divine descent.
A large population is the most powerful trump card.
And when the population grows, society stabilizes, and civilization progresses, even if he brings back the revenge army of the earth-walking wood monster, it will actually be of little use.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang landed quietly, but this place was still densely populated, so he could only travel quickly in the dark. He did not encounter any military blockades or checkpoints along the way.
He easily escaped thousands of miles away overnight.
But this really made Zhang Yang a little desperate.
Because the prosperity of Zhao Xianyu's human kingdom was beyond his imagination.
He couldn't be sure where he was yesterday, but he didn't see Storm City after he took off. Now he had run nearly 1,500 miles westward, but along the way there were still large tracts of farmland, quiet villages, prosperous towns, sturdy castles, and huge cities.
This frightened him more than Zhao Xianyu's men sending an army of 100,000 to hunt him down. Yes, it was fear.
He would rather have an army of 100,000 to hunt him down, so that he would still have the fighting spirit!
But now, Zhao Xianyu's kingdom has obviously prospered to a certain extent, with a population of at least tens of millions, abundant resources, and firm faith. How can this war be fought? Therefore, Zhao Xianyu is not worried about anything at all. He doesn't even need to urge his men to hunt him down. Just let Zhang Yang do it. How long will it take for him to cut off the root of Zhao Xianyu's faith? Is he going to slaughter these tens of millions of people?
"I've already lost the mission of the Salted Fish Terminator!"
Zhang Yang stood on the broad road and said dejectedly, speaking to himself, and also to the village construction commander and the civilization he was protecting.
As a result, there was no response to the village construction order.
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly.
"In fact, I still have a chance. As long as I use all means, I can turn this fertile land into a demonic den within a year. I can use the magic language to directly affect these ordinary people."
Zhang Yang looked at the farmers who had come out to work in the fields early in the morning, and his expression was gloomy.
A demonic crisis from another world, how simple—
Otherwise, the village construction order and the will of civilization (let's call it that) would not trigger the Salted Fish Terminator's side quest.
"But I am not Zhao Xianyu, so I choose to give up this mission!"
"I am a human being, and I always need to do what I should do and what I shouldn't do."
"Let's go back and fight Zhao Xianyu on the front battlefield. At worst, we can just rely on the Level 6 Royal City to defend it."
In just a few breaths, Zhang Yang had made a decision, but at this moment, he heard the sound of a bell, which came from a village beside the road. Hearing the bell, the farmers who had come out to work early were stunned for a moment, and then hurried back to the village.
Zhang Yang looked at them in surprise, and suddenly stopped a farmer carrying a hoe and asked in the language of this world: "What happened?"
The farmer looked at Zhang Yang with suspicion for a while, but he was not afraid. He just said impatiently: "King, how should I know, but something big must have happened. Outsider, I warn you not to have any bad ideas. The knights under Master Fat Pig will use their fists to let you know what fear is."
"By the king, I swear I was just passing through."
In an instant, Zhang Yang had a new idea, just because of the farmer's catchphrase, The King is Supreme, shouldn't it be Good Day, Godly King, or Praise Our Lord?
The farmer ignored him and went straight back to the village. Zhang Yang did not follow him, but found a big tree and quietly released his soul force field, which instantly covered the entire village. Not even a mosquito could escape his control.
He saw a crowd gathered in front of a residential building, talking about something. The place where the bell rang was in the northernmost part of the village, in a small manor with a two-meter-high stone wall. So this was the territory of the fat pig master? But it was interesting that this chubby old man was actually an extraordinary person.
"By the king, don't let me know who is behind this, or I'll break his legs!"
The fat pig master obviously didn't know what was going on. He changed his clothes in a hurry and pinched a passing maid. After causing a burst of laughter, he led five fully armed knights out.
Zhang Yang's 'gaze' arrived at the scene one step ahead. There was a dead body here, a middle-aged man, hanging upside down on the eaves, with a frozen expression on his face full of fear.
"My Lord, what is this?"
The fat pig master finally arrived.
"Sir, this morning Old Anke found this poor fellow. His throat was cut, all the blood was drained from his body, and then he was hung upside down here."
A knight replied.
"Hmm! This method of committing the crime is a bit like a follower of the evil god causing trouble, but he cannot escape the punishment of our Lord! Is everyone gathered together?"
The fat pig master asked rudely.
"Sir, all the villagers are gathered here."
"Very good. I am sure that the murderer is among you. Do you want me to find you out myself, or do you want to come forward obediently? This way, at least you can die in a decent way."
The fat pig master’s thinking is equally crude.
Zhang Yang watched with interest, but in his heart he ticked the word "evil god".
The enemy of my enemy must now be my friend.
At the scene, the villagers were silent, but not very scared. Apparently this kind of thing happened frequently.
A few seconds later, the fat pig master had an extra talisman in his hand. It looked so familiar. It was another product of Zhao Xianyu. It must be - retreat.
Zhang Yang retracted his soul force field without saying a word and escaped ten miles away. About ten minutes later, he released his soul force field again. Well, he could still catch the second half of this drama.
The villagers were already smiling and the children were looking on curiously in a relaxed atmosphere, because the murderer, oh, the evil follower of the evil god, had been found.
One - a girl.
She was tied to a dark stone platform, with firewood piled underneath.
"Is it true that great minds think alike?"
Zhang Yang looked at the girl. She was very pale and looked terrified, but she didn't cry or scream. Could she really be the murderer? Or was she just someone the fat pig master pointed out?
In addition, why are the evil god’s followers always young girls? Why not change the routine?
"Maybe it's because young girls' minds are the most curious, or maybe it's what readers like to read the most."
Zhang Yang muttered, but did not miss any details.
If the girl was wrongly accused, he probably would not take action. But if she was indeed a follower of the evil god, he would definitely take action.
And he most likely believes that the truth will infinitely tend towards the former.
"Priest of the evil god, ugly degenerate, heretic, you dare to appear in my territory and kill my villagers. According to the imperial law, I have the right to sentence you to death!"
The fat pig master made the announcement quickly while the villagers looked on with different expressions. Even the girl's family just stood there in sorrow and silence.
"My Lord, please give me courage and strength. The flames cannot extinguish my devotion to you."
Just as the fire was about to be lit, a string of soft words suddenly came out of the girl's mouth. Others could not hear it, but Zhang Yang heard it clearly.
What the hell?
He is indeed a believer of the evil god.
“Bang!”
The flames ignited, and Zhang Yang's soul force field instantly enveloped it. At this moment, he sensed that there was indeed a faint trace of divinity responding to the girl's prayers.
But he was too weak, so weak that he couldn't even comfort her, let alone save the girl from the fire.
The flames were blazing, but the girl could not feel any heat due to Zhang Yang's intervention, so she instantly became excited, thinking that the god she believed in had really appeared.
The flames burned rapidly until the wood was burned out, but the girl tied to it remained unharmed.
At this moment, beads of sweat appeared on the Fat Pig Master's forehead, and all the villagers watching seemed to be under a spell.
Terror was reflected in their eyes.
So Zhang Yang decided to add fuel to the fire, with a perfect soul shock that made everyone faint.
The evil god must show his power and have the ability to deter others.
Can these hundreds of villagers in front of us be trained to become believers? We don’t ask for sincerity, just general faith will do.
Zhang Yang decided that he would cooperate with this evil god.
In order to cut off Zhao Xianyu's roots, it is not necessary to massacre tens of millions of people.
(End of this chapter)
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