Chapter 428 Sponsorship from the Demon King
Thomas' caravan took action.
The refugees who followed Kallen also took action. They surrounded the caravan's wagons in a circle, then prostrated themselves outside the circle and prayed, waiting for a miracle to happen.
Soldiers wearing green turbans stood in the distance and watched, their eyes filled with suspicion, uneasiness, or expectation.
They themselves did not even realize that until ten minutes ago they were bandits committing robbery under the guise of justice, but now they had become the guards of the "pilgrims", fulfilling a sacred obligation that they had never imagined.
At the same time, in a carriage, Luo Yan retracted the magic wand in his hand and dispersed the light condensed on the tip of the wand.
What he cast just now was not a platinum-level magic, but a diamond-level AOE spell he had recently mastered - "Shining Glory".
Its general function is to summon a huge ball of light and then smash it hard into the enemy.
Unlike the extremely wide-range fire AOE spell "Burning Sky" and the earth AOE spell "Meteor Fall" that emphasizes concentrated output, light AOE spells usually have the effect of "friend or foe identification", which can enhance the output against undead units while avoiding casualties to one's own units.
However, considering that most of the players in the cemetery are undead, this is a magic that is useless to the Demon Lord.
Luo Yan wrote down the spell effects in his notebook and recorded them with a video crystal, intending to upload them to the official website of "Natural Disaster OL" as a big picture later.
Taff, who was lying on Sarah's lap, yawned, smacked her lips, stretched and said.
"That guy is... an apostle of Chaos, right? Why are you wasting all this energy? Why don't you just kill them all?"
Luo Yan smiled slightly.
“It’s just an attempt.”
"try?"
Looking at the puzzled Tafu, Luo Yan nodded slightly.
"The corruption of the Eternal Hunger Claw is very special. It's not just one person who is corrupted by chaos, but everyone. I want to try and see if I can bring these lost young men back."
That "Iron Bull" Brennan was much weaker than Alister, and had just broken through the gold level and reached the threshold of the platinum level.
It was not difficult to get rid of that guy, including the pale-faced soldiers behind him, but it was not so easy to solve the chaos corruption in the Dusk Province.
According to the records in the Padrich family library, famine was only one of the causes of the corruption of Urgos, the "Claw of Eternal Hunger", and its root lies in endless desire.
Simply killing the Apostles of Chaos will not make the corruption of Chaos disappear, at most it will transfer it from one person to another.
In fact, it's not just Chaos, all faiths are like this, and this is one of the reasons why Hell and the Empire can never conquer each other.
Whenever one side's front line penetrates deep into the other side's hinterland, what awaits the former is never a once-and-for-all victory, but endless troubles.
When the prophecy of doomsday comes true, heroes chosen by God will emerge like mushrooms after rain, and each of them carries an incredible legend.
They are the choice of both the gods and the people.
Looking at Luo Yan who was confident, Tafu made a teasing remark.
“And then make them your followers?”
"why not?"
Facing Tafu's teasing, Luo Yan's smile remained unchanged, and he frankly admitted his ambition.
"They themselves don't know where they're going anyway, just like the nun they follow. Rather than being buried in the soil like fertilizer under the bewitchment of Chaos, they'd better follow me."
"At least my goal is clear. I just want their faith."
…
The preparations for the ceremony were complete, all according to Mr. Colin's instructions.
Thousands of believers prostrated themselves around the convoy and offered solemn and pious prayers to the gods in their hearts.
Infected by the atmosphere, some soldiers wearing green turbans could not help but make the sign of the cross on their chests, silently chanting "Saint Sixtus", and temporarily embracing the holy light to repent.
No offense intended——
We just thought you were dead, but you still grace this land.
Standing in the open space surrounded by caravans, Karen looked at Colin who was walking towards her and nodded respectfully.
"Sir... As you instructed, we have completed the preparations for the ceremony. What else do you need me to do next?"
She seemed to have regarded Mr. Colin as the incarnation of Saint Sith, just as Thomas regarded her as the "saint" chosen by God.
"You don't have to do anything, just watch from the sidelines."
As he spoke, Luo Yan walked to the center of the open space surrounded by the caravan, holding a slender magic wand in his hand.
As he raised his hand slightly, the hard ground and stones under his feet seemed to be given life, and under the guidance of his staff tip, they outlined a series of concave tracks.
They were like silver snakes wandering in the grass, winding and circling, connected head to tail, interweaving into layers of runes and geometric shapes, and finally imprinted on the earth together with the sudden green light!
Done!
Looking at the magic circle he had completed, Luo Yan smiled slightly. He then took out a magic crystal from his arms and placed it in the center of the teleportation array.
The moment the magic crystal was placed down, the surrounding air began to contract as if it were boiling.
Luo Yan took a step back, raised his index finger slightly, and a scroll and a feather pen appeared out of thin air. He wrote a few lines in the air, then folded them into the envelope and landed in the center of the teleportation array.
“Snap—”
With a short, crisp sound, the letter disappeared into the light of the teleportation array, flying to where it belonged...
…
At the same time, the teleportation array in the cemetery.
An undead crow flapping its bony wings flew into the depths of the maze carrying an envelope with the Demon Lord's emblem printed on it, making creepy noises as it flew.
"Gah! The Demon Lord's command!"
"The front line needs food! Send it quickly!"
In just a few breaths, the order spread throughout the entire maze, and the demon generals under the Demon King appeared under the throne in the audience hall and gathered together.
"Front line? Food? When did our diligent and hardworking Demon King start to expand the territory for the supreme hell?" A dark purple robe emerged from the shadows, and a graceful figure quietly appeared under the pillars of the audience hall.
The person who came was the "Thorn Demon General" Blancia.
At this moment, that charming face was wearing an interested smile, and her beautiful eyes were moving around the demon generals.
"Do you have any clues, my dear ministers?"
Grak, the "Blood Blade Demon General" standing under the throne with a battle axe on his back, glanced at her. A wisp of hot air wafted out from under his protruding fangs, emitting a warning.
"have no idea."
This presumptuous woman relied on the status of Desperate City in the maze and always took advantage of the law-abiding demon generals when the Demon King was away.
He didn't need to argue with her, but he also couldn't let her look down on his clan - even though the Blood Blade Clan didn't have money, they were definitely not someone to be trifled with!
Not far from Thanos, a dark blue beetle, about half a man's height, crawled out from the shadows. A hoarse voice and icy air emanated from its mouthparts, and its compound eyes scanned its colleagues.
"Valgur is always at the Demon King's disposal... As for food, our food, that lord might not like it."
It is the incarnation of the "Cold Iron Demon General" Valgur.
Because its main body was too huge, it could not come to the audience hall in person to wait for the Demon King's orders, so it could only send its clone over.
Additionally, since it is an insect, it and its clan mainly feed on other insects, the feces and corpses of monsters, so they are usually responsible for their own food.
"Shadow Lord" Thanos showed a look of disgust on his face and stood a little further away from the smelly and cold bug.
He was sensitive to smells, and standing next to this guy made his nose smell bad.
"Rather than worrying about food, I'm more worried about whether His Majesty is in trouble... Normally, he wouldn't ask us for such a small favor."
Thanos couldn't help but wonder if there was some other deeper meaning behind this.
for example--
A precursor to mobilization.
Unlike the thoughtful Thanos, Blancia had an eager expression on her face and spoke in an encouraging tone.
"The location of the teleportation array seems to be not far from here. Do you want to go over and take a look?"
Gluck gave her a sidelong glance.
"Don't do anything unnecessary."
Blancia smiled slightly.
"Where? I just want to share the worries of our respected Majesty."
"Hehe..." Thanos snorted and a playful expression appeared on his face.
He knew very well the little thoughts of this pain demon. He just wanted to show his courtesy in front of His Majesty so as to monopolize the favor of that lord.
What a coincidence.
They thought of the same thing.
Although they didn't know how that adult did it, they discovered his "secret" a long time ago - he could increase the level of demon souls.
Maybe it's not just demons.
In short, this incredible ability is what all demons would love to have. He is willing to pay everything for it, just to be promoted to diamond before he dies!
Once he reaches the diamond level, his soul will enter the ranks of high-level demons and will never be reincarnated in this rural area again, let alone in the body of a half-demon, half-demon.
Thanos is not a pure-blooded "Shadow Demon". Only half of his blood comes from noble demons, and the remaining half comes from lowly and vulgar orcs.
"It would be better for us to complete His Majesty's mission quickly."
Tyrael Moonblade, leader of the Grey Wind Tribe, coughed lightly, glanced around at his colleagues, and expressed his thoughts, "Since everyone wants to pledge their loyalty to the Demon Lord, I propose that we share this batch of food—"
"The stuff has been delivered."
A sudden voice came from above the demons, interrupting their conversation.
Blancia was shocked and turned around in surprise, only to see a petite little devil sitting on a lamp stand not far away, admiring her nails with a lazy look.
"?!when?"
Thanos and Grak also looked at the little demon, their eyes narrowed slightly.
Only Tyrael, who had a good relationship with the Nightmare Land, smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders, and acted as if to say "I didn't say anything."
"When you were arguing, of course."
Sissi's voice was tinged with sarcasm, as if mocking their pettiness. Her gaze finally shifted from her bright red nails to Blancia.
"Don't you think it's stupid? The Demon King is waiting for dinner, and you're arguing over who will provide the food! No need to discuss, we in Nightmare Land will take care of it all!"
What an ungrateful bunch of guys.
When has that adult ever treated you unfairly?
Valgur: “…”
Facing Sissi's map cannon, Tyrael's expression was a little subtle.
ungrateful?
Isn't the point that everyone present wants to help that adult?
Thanks to the Demon King, the demons in the Great Cemetery are living better and better, just like the Thunder City outside the maze.
Now the subjects of the Great Cemetery have finally waited for the opportunity to repay the great man's kindness, and everyone wants to contribute their own strength to him.
Of course, he also understood why Sissi would think that way.
After all, during the most difficult days in the maze, the little devil was always hungry.
The impression left by hunger on them was so deep that Tyrael actually felt very sympathetic towards these little guys.
Thanos sighed, raised a slender index finger, and gently tapped his temple, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"I've often heard that little devils are a group of people with mental problems because their brains are too small. I always thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect that—"
"That's a rumor!" Sissi puffed out her chest and said proudly, "Our wine has even been sold in the Holy City! This is the best proof!"
The red wine made by the little devil has a unique flavor that is in no way inferior to the various flavors of fruit wine brewed by the night elves of the Grey Wind Tribe.
Thanks to the sales channels of the Church in Silverpine Town and the Brotherhood of Thunder City, Yossi and Missy had a lot of fun every day - ugh, they had a lot of fun making wine and there were endless grapes to step on.
If we rank them by gross domestic product, perhaps only Desperate City and Beifeng City can surpass the nightmare town of the Great Cemetery!
Thanos: "..."
Are the two things related?
"Anyway, since your Majesty's problem has been resolved, I will take my leave."
As if not wanting to waste time on talking nonsense, Grak threw down a few words, turned around, and left the audience hall with heavy steps.
Blancia did not leave, but narrowed her eyes slightly, looking up and down at the Queen of Nightmare Land, and a smile suddenly curled up at the corner of her mouth with black lipstick.
"You guys... have made another breakthrough."
"Haha, you found out." Seeing that the other party noticed her change, Xixi's mouth curled up with a hint of pride, and she said lazily, "After all, the Demon King trusts me so much, I can't let him down."
She knew that Blancia had always been jealous of her youth, beauty, and relationship with the Demon King, but she didn't take him seriously at all.
He's just a scantily clad pain demon, not worth mentioning!
The Demon King has good taste. As Yusi said, only the most elegant, beautiful and naughty little devil in the world can be appreciated by that master.
"Hehehe, do you believe it? That's an interesting statement. As the number one demon general, I can't pretend I didn't hear it..." Blancia's smile became more and more charming, and her narrowed eyes seemed to bend into crescents.
A mere little demon lord from the Labyrinth Village is worthy of competing with me, the lord of Despair City, for the position of the most loyal minister...
It's really just for show!
Although for the Magic City, the entire cemetery belongs to the countryside within the countryside, but even the countryside within the countryside is divided into inner and outer rings.
The two people's gazes seemed to create sparks in the air.
Although for completely different reasons.
"Two idiots."
Thanos folded his arms and sneered, as if he saw through everything, but had no interest in getting involved.
It is meaningless to proclaim yourself the first demon general. That lord will only favor demons who are truly loyal to him and demons who can truly share his worries.
No one is more loyal than him!
The tall and thin figure gradually merged into the shadow under the pillar, as if it had never existed.
The beetle clone of the Frost Iron Demon General also left. It seems that the Demon King is as confident of victory as ever this time, and there is no need for it to appear as ever.
This is a good thing.
It doesn't care who is the number one demon general. It just wants to stay in the nest and sleep. It would be best if no one disturbs its sweet dreams.
The demon generals said goodbye one after another, including Blancia and Sissi who was sitting on the lamp stand. They also left after saying some harsh words to each other.
From beginning to end, only the loyal Arakdo remained silent, without saying a word, just like a real spider.
Ever since that stupid cat broke through to the gold level, it seemed that he was the weakest among the demon generals under the Demon King.
Only when the Demon King is around does he dare to speak...
…
At the same time, on the other side, bundles of bread in sacks had been piled on the teleportation array thanks to the diligent transportation of the little demons.
The rich aroma of grains filled the air. In addition to the mountains of bread, there were also boxes and bundles of bacon and sausages!
Even more than that!
Perhaps because they were worried that he would be thirsty while out and about, a thoughtful little devil even brought him a barrel of red wine!
These are all products of Leiming County.
Compared to transferring a batch of corn of inexplicable origin from the continent of Janna, the most traditional bread and bacon of the continent of Os are undoubtedly closer to the myth of the Holy Lord saving the world in the minds of the people of Os.
In addition, the maintenance cost of the teleportation array is not only related to the mass of the object and the level of supernatural power, but also to the delivery distance. It is more economical to deliver the object nearby than to deliver it far away.
After all, that was the food supply for tens of thousands of people, which was "airdropped" across the ocean. Even the wealthy devil would find it a bit too much to bear.
The only thing that surprised Luo Yan was that he thought it would take some time for his subordinates to reach a consensus on the investment ratio, but he didn't expect that Nightmare Town would directly take the entire package.
As expected, Sissi is the most sensible.
It’s not in vain that I love her.
Thinking of this, Luo Yan noted her contribution, then turned his gaze to the nun beside him with a gentle smile on his face.
"That's all for now. After all, we didn't say how long it would take to fill their granaries."
It is more important to let believers eat just enough and have a hope for the future than to let them eat too much at one time.
Looking at the food piled up in the open space, Kallen was completely stunned, her slightly open mouth and jaw barely closing.
She had thought it was remarkable that Mr. Colin could get some wheat for porridge, but she had not expected that what appeared on the "magic circle" was bread!
More than just bread!
There is also meat and even wine!
She couldn't help swallowing and said in a trembling voice.
"Is this... magic?"
Luo Yan smiled slightly and said.
"The miracles transported here were undoubtedly magic, but the 'miracles' themselves were clearly not magic. They were created through the hard work and sweat of another group of people, something that neither the extraordinary nor the gods could accomplish."
Carefully savoring the deep meaning of these words, Kallen nodded as if she understood, then looked at him seriously and spoke sincerely.
"Can I know who they are? Although I may not be able to repay their kindness, please at least... give me a chance to pray for them."
"That's not necessary. They appreciate your kindness."
Luo Yan smiled slightly and continued speaking while looking at Karen who still felt guilty.
"Rather than praying for a group of happy... evil, uh, people, the most urgent thing is to bring these foods to those who need them more. As we agreed before, I want you to do this."
That pious face held no doubt, only gratitude for the kindness. Kallen nodded earnestly, speaking in a voice that suppressed her excitement.
"I, I'll go call the people outside!"
After saying this, she turned around and was about to leave the open space surrounded by the carriages to feed those poor people who were crying out for food.
Looking at this reckless "saint" lady, Luo Yan smiled and called her.
"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"S-Sorry! I thought you were done..." Kallen blushed, stopped, and hurried back.
"No need to apologize. I understand your urgency, but there's an old saying back home: 'You can't eat hot bread in a hurry.' So you have to listen carefully to what I'm going to say next. This will determine whether tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even... millions of people will be saved in the end."
Luo Yan didn't care about her rashness and patiently told her his next plan.
After hearing his instructions, Kallen's expression was first one of surprise, then turned into deep admiration, but then a hint of uneasiness appeared on her face.
She had no doubt about Mr. Colin's wisdom, but it was difficult for her not to worry about whether she could hold her own in such a situation.
That's not praying for one or two people, nor is it praying for the salvation of a few dead souls...
She had never done anything like that.
"I understand what you mean... But can I really do something like that? Convince the Lord of Quemu Territory?"
"No one knows, but it's worth a try. And there's a first time for everything, right?" Luo Yan smiled and soothed her anxiety. "I remember when you first became a nun, it was also your first time as a nun."
Kallen was stunned for a moment, her mind still unable to wrap around it at first, but she quickly came to her senses and couldn't help laughing out loud at this amusing statement.
"Hmm, sorry..."
"I told you not to apologize. I'm not Saint Sith, so you don't have to confess to me." Luo Yan smiled and patted her shoulder. "Go ahead. I believe you can do it."
In fact, it is the easiest to persuade the lord of Quemu Territory. I don’t know why this nun is more worried about the lord.
But it's okay this way.
Ignorance is not always a flaw, sometimes it can be a blessing, especially when you are lucky enough to be with the right person...
Not far away, Kallen, who had passed through the wall of the caravan, had arrived in front of the believers and walked straight towards Brennan who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd.
Looking at the nun in front of him, Brennan grinned and said jokingly.
"I thought you would need three days and three nights."
Looking at the man in front of her, who was wearing a bear skin and holding a battle axe and a round shield, she smiled gently, then restrained her smile and spoke in a solemn and pious tone.
"God's grace has arrived."
"He made bread and wine from his flesh and blood to feed his children who were starving. Let your soldiers come in, and they will eat the first Holy Communion prepared for them by Saint Six."
Brennan's face changed instantly, her frivolous expression replaced by complete astonishment.
The same thing happened to the Green Forest Army soldiers standing around. They all had expressions of disbelief and shock on their faces, and whispers could be heard one after another.
"bread?"
"And... wine?!"
“Is this true?!”
Before they saw the second sun that dispelled the dark clouds, they would probably have thought that the nun was talking in her sleep.
However, now, even the most profane unbeliever could not help but reveal a hint of instinctive trust in his eyes.
Brennan's Adam's apple moved, and she stared at Kallen intently, trying to find a flaw in that pious face, but failed.
"are you serious?"
He had decided to let them go.
But if she teased him in this way, he would let her know that the gods could not always be her shield.
"I am extremely serious," Kallen looked at him calmly, recalling the instructions of the true Chosen One, and continued, "However, there is another oracle He gave: anyone who drinks my flesh and blood must share it equally with all those who are suffering."
Brennan frowned, not understanding the flowery oracle, but he could sense a hint of disgust in it.
The promise doesn't seem to be coming soon.
"What's the meaning?"
Kallen said patiently.
"He means that you should take only as much of the Holy Communion as you need, and then take the rest to feed the hungry people you have besieged."
As soon as she finished speaking, the soldiers behind Brennan were all in an uproar.
Anger was written across the faces of some, unable to accept that divine grace had not only favored them but also their enemies. Others, terrified, hadn't expected Saint Sith to see the filth within them... These intelligent individuals were fully aware of Brennan's plan to drive the starving people to surround Fort Sparrow, but they feigned ignorance.
Of course, most people's thoughts were simple, and reluctance was written on their faces. They just wanted to take the food back to the camp immediately, fill up the empty granary, and take care of their next meal.
As for the other hungry peasants...
It’s none of their business.
Not to mention that the farmers in Quemu Territory are not their neighbors, even if those guys are their neighbors, they don’t care.
Having already eaten human flesh, they didn't care about a few more people starving to death. They even hoped that a few more people would starve to death, as that would be their future food supply.
"My wish is to fill our granary," Brennan said slowly, his expression darkening. "When I say 'our', I don't mean the Territory of Quemu."
“He will satisfy you, but not today.”
Brennan sneered.
"Could it be in the next life?"
Undeterred by his aura, Kallen maintained a calm demeanor and continued speaking.
"Of course not. It won't take that long. His second promise to you will be fulfilled along with the third promise."
Brennan fell silent.
He was not a man who kept his promises, and the whisper from the depths of his soul repeatedly told him that he should ignore this ridiculous request and eat up the caravan in one gulp.
However……
Another voice also emerged in his heart.
Why not give it a try?
He did not ask the other party to fulfill the three wishes in which order, and the other party did not break his promise. Perhaps bringing food to help the hungry people in Quemu Territory was part of the plan to capture the castle.
Secondly, Quemu Castle is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and there are extraordinary people living in the castle whose strength is not inferior to his, so it cannot be conquered overnight.
After a long struggle between his conscience and his desires, he finally suppressed the battle axe in his hand and the chattering voices behind him.
"I'd like to see what tricks you have to play."
Looking at Brennan who nodded reluctantly, Callen breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile appearing on her holy face.
"Thank you... You gave everyone here a chance to live."
Brennan: "What do you mean?"
Kallen said in a clear voice.
"The oracle also has a second sentence: Anyone who drinks my flesh and blood and breaks his oath will have his soul fall into hell and never find peace... But I thought you would agree, and it wasn't out of fear, so I didn't say it."
This sentence scared a lot of people.
Be it the refugees crawling on the ground or the Green Forest Army soldiers standing around... they couldn't scare someone who had already sold his soul to the "Outer Gods".
Brennan grinned, as if she had heard some funny joke, and hefted the maroon axe onto her shoulder.
"That's really interesting. If I do what He says, can I still go to heaven?"
He was ready to go to hell!
Kallen shook her head slightly.
"Where you go after death is never determined by Him. It is something you and everyone behind you decide for yourselves."
Brennan smiled but said nothing, but didn't want to argue with her anymore. He raised his shield above his head and shouted at everyone.
"Little ones, do you hear me? Praise Saint Sith! I will praise Him once more, considering that He finally noticed us and fed us with His flesh and blood!"
After a pause, he roared in a higher voice.
"Now! Follow me in and enjoy that holy communion! Keep your hands and feet clean, eat as much as you can and poop as much as you can, don't eat and take at the same time! If I see any starving ghost reincarnated and not knowing how to behave, I will chop off his paws myself!"
Perhaps it was because his words were too rude, even blasphemous, that they caused an inexplicable pain in his chest, as if an arrow had shot into his heart.
But he is not even afraid of death, so why would he care about the pain?
After saying this, he walked past the nun, swaggered through the crawling believers, and came to the open space surrounded by the wagons.
The moment he stepped into the open space, he was stunned on the spot, as if he had seen a paradise on earth.
There were sacks piled up like a mountain, with bulging loaves of bread even squeezing out of them.
And smoked meat and good wine...
He had only seen those things in the castles of nobles, but he didn't expect that he and his brothers would be able to enjoy them in advance before conquering Quemu Castle!
It was a miracle more direct than the holy light. The axe and shield in his hands fell to the ground with a clang.
Along with it fell his knees, which were as strong as steel and would never bend, and a flash of heat passed through the corners of his eyes.
"...Saint Sith is above."
It turns out that gods really exist...
At this moment, he believed it completely.
(End of this chapter)
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