Chapter 429: Sponsorship from the Demon King

Thomas's caravan moved.

Also moving were the refugees following Kalian, who surrounded the caravan's covered wagons in a circle, then prostrated themselves outside the circle to pray, waiting for the arrival of a miracle.

The soldiers wearing green headbands stood in the distance watching, their eyes suspicious, or awkward, or expectant.

Even they themselves didn't realize that ten minutes ago they were bandits who were robbing under the guise of justice, but now they had become guards for the "pilgrims," fulfilling a sacred duty they had never imagined.

At the same time, inside a carriage, Luo Yan retracted the magic wand in his hand, dispelling the light condensed at the tip of the wand.

What he had just cast was not Platinum-level magic, but a Diamond-level AOE spell he had recently mastered—"Radiant Shine."

Its general effect was to summon a huge ball of light and then smash it hard at the enemy.

Unlike the wide-range fire-type AOE spell "Blazing Burning Heaven" and the earth-type AOE spell "Meteor Fall" that emphasized output concentration, light-attribute AOE spells usually had the effect of "friend-or-foe identification," which could avoid casualties to friendly units while strengthening output against undead units.

However, considering that most of the players in the Great Cemetery were undead, this was another spell that was useless for the Demon King.

Luo Yan wrote the spell effect in his notebook and used a recording crystal to film it, intending to upload it to the Tianzai OL official website as a big cake later.

Ta Fu, lying on Sarah's lap, yawned, smacked her lips, stretched, and said.

"That guy is an apostle of Cha... Chaos, why are you spending this effort, why don't you just kill them all?"

Luo Yan smiled slightly.

"Just a try."

"A try?"

Looking at the confused Ta Fu, Luo Yan nodded gently.

"The corruption of the Claw of Eternal Hunger is very special; what is corrupted by Chaos is not one person, but all. I want to try and see if I can make this group of lost lads turn back."

That "Iron Bull" Brenan was far weaker than Alistair, only just breaking through the Gold level and reaching the threshold of the Platinum level.

Solving that guy wasn't difficult, including the soldiers behind him with sallow faces, but solving the Chaos corruption in the Dusk Province wasn't that simple.

According to the records in the Padriqi family's library, famine was just one of the inducements born from the corruption of the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" Urgos, and its root lay in endless desire.

Just killing the apostle of Chaos wouldn't make the corruption of Chaos disappear, at most it would transfer it from one person to another.

Actually, it wasn't just Chaos; all faith was like this, and this was also one of the reasons why the Netherworld and the Empire could never conquer each other.

Whenever one side's battle line penetrated into the other's hinterland, what awaited the former was never a victory that could be achieved once and for all, but endless trouble.

When the prophecy of doomsday is fulfilled, heroes chosen by the gods will appear like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and every one of them will carry an incredible legend.

They are both chosen by the gods and chosen by the people.

Looking at Luo Yan, who was confident, Ta Fu teased.

"And then let them become your believers?"

"Why not?"

Facing Ta Fu's teasing, the smile on Luo Yan's face didn't change at all, frankly admitting his ambition.

"Anyway, they don't know where they are going themselves, just like the nun lady they follow. Rather than becoming fertilizer buried in the land under the bewitchment of Chaos, it's better to follow me."

"At least my goal is clear; I just want their faith."

The preparation for the ritual was complete, and everything was according to Mr. Prince Kelin's instructions.

Thousands of believers prostrated themselves around the caravan, offering solemn and devout prayers to the gods in their hearts.

Infected by the atmosphere, some soldiers wearing green headbands couldn't help but draw a cross on their chests, chanting Saint Xisi above, embracing the holy light to repent temporarily.

No offense intended—

We just thought You were dead; we didn't expect Your grace to still cover this land.

Standing in the open space surrounded by covered wagons, Kalian bowed respectfully to Prince Kelin, who was walking toward her.

"Sir... according to your instructions, we have completed the preparation for the ritual; what do you need me to do next?"

She had already regarded this Mr. Prince Kelin as the incarnation of Saint Xisi, just as Thomas regarded her as the "Saintess" chosen by God.

"You don't need to do anything, just watch from the side."

While speaking, Luo Yan walked to the center of the open space surrounded by the covered wagons, holding a slender magic wand in his hand.

Following his slight wave, the hard land and stones at his feet seemed to be given life, and under the guidance of his wand tip, they outlined concave trajectories one by one.

They were like silver snakes wandering in the grass, winding and circling, connected head to tail, intersecting into layers of runes and geometric figures, and finally printed on the ground with the suddenly appearing green light! Done!

Looking at the magic circle he had completed, a smile appeared on Luo Yan's face, and then he took out a magic crystal from his arms and placed it in the center of the teleportation array.

And the moment this magic crystal was placed, the surrounding air contracted as if it had been boiled.

Luo Yan took a step back, his index finger raised slightly, and a scroll and a quill appeared out of thin air, writing a few lines in the air, then folded themselves into an envelope and landed in the center of the teleportation array.

"Pop—"

A short, crisp sound, and the letter disappeared into the light of the teleportation array, flying to where it should go...

At the same time, the teleportation array of the Great Cemetery.

An undead crow flapping its bone wings flew toward the depths of the labyrinth with an envelope bearing the Demon King's emblem, and while flying, it made a creepy sound.

"Caw—! The Demon King's order!"

"The front line needs grain! Send it quickly!"

In just a few breaths, the order spread throughout the labyrinth, and the Demon Generals under the Demon King appeared under the throne of the Audience Hall, gathering together.

"Front line? Grain? When did our diligent Demon King open up territory for the supreme Netherworld again?" Purple magic robes emerged from the shadows, and a graceful figure appeared quietly under the pillar of the Audience Hall.

The person who came was the "Thorn Demon General" Blanxia.

At this moment, a smile of interest was on that enchanting face, and a pair of beautiful eyes flowed over the Demon Generals.

"Do you have any clues, my lords?"

The "Blood Blade Demon General" Grack, standing under the throne with a battle axe on his back, glanced at her, and wisps of heat drifted from under his everted fangs, emitting a warning aura.

"Don't know."

This presumptuous woman, relying on the status of Desolate City in the labyrinth, always took advantage of them, these peace-loving Demon Generals, while the Demon King was away.

He didn't bother to be as knowledgeable as her, but he couldn't let the other party look down on his clan—although the Blood Blade clan had no money, they were definitely not easy to mess with! Not far from Thanos, a blue beetle about half a person high crawled out from under the shadows. A hoarse voice and cold chill drifted from under its mouthparts, and one compound eye after another scanned its colleagues.

"Valgur is always waiting for the Demon King's dispatch... as for grain, our grain, that gentleman might not like it."

It was a clone of the "Cold Iron Demon General" Valgur.

Because the main body was too huge, it couldn't come to the Audience Hall to wait for the Demon King's dispatch in person, so it could only send its clone.

In addition, because it was an insect, it and its clan mainly fed on other insects, monster feces, and corpses, so their grain was usually their own responsibility.

The "Shadow Demon General" Thanos showed an expression of disgust and stood far away from this smelly and cold bug.

He was sensitive to smell, and standing next to this guy had ruined his nose.

"Compared to the food, I'm more worried about whether His Majesty has run into some trouble... He wouldn't usually ask us to handle such trivial matters."

Thanos couldn't help but ponder whether there was any other deep meaning behind this.

For example—

A precursor to mobilization.

Unlike the thoughtful Thanos, Blanxia's face showed an eager expression, and she said in an instigating tone.

"The location of the teleportation array seems not far from here; should we go and see?"

? ￠o

Grack glanced at her sideways.

"Don't do unnecessary things."

Blanxia pursed her lips and smiled.

"What do you mean? I just want to share the burden for our respected His Majesty."

"Hehe..." Thanos laughed with his nose, and a playful expression appeared on his face that was smiling but not smiling.

He knew this little thought of the Pain Demon too well; it was nothing more than wanting to offer some flattery in front of that gentleman, so as to monopolize that gentleman's favor.

What a coincidence.

They thought of the same thing.

Although he didn't know how that gentleman did it, they had discovered the "secret" on him a long time ago—he could improve the soul level of demons.

Maybe not just demons.

In short, this incredible ability was something all demons were willing to accept, and he was willing to pay anything for it, just to reach the Diamond level before he died!

Once he reached the Diamond level, his soul would enter the sequence of high-level demons, and he would never be reincarnated in this countryside place again, let alone reincarnated in this half-demon, half-demon body.

Thanos was not a pure-blooded "Shadow Demon"; half of his blood came from noble demons, while the other half came from low and vulgar orcs.

"We had better hurry and complete His Majesty's mission."

The leader of the Gray Wind tribe, Tyrell Moonblade, coughed lightly, looked around at his colleagues, and said his thoughts, "Since everyone wants to offer loyalty to the Demon King, I propose that this batch of grain should be jointly—"

"Things have already been sent over."

The sudden voice came from above the crowd, interrupting their conversation.

Blanxia was taken aback, looked back in shock, only to see a little demon with a petite figure sitting on a lamp stand not far away, looking at her nails lazily.

"?! When?"

Thanos and Grack also looked at the little demon, their eyes narrowing slightly.

Only Tyrell, who had a good relationship with the Land of Nightmares, smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders, looking like "don't count me in."

"Of course, while you were arguing."

Xixi's voice carried a hint of mockery, as if laughing at their haggling. Her gaze finally moved away from her bright red nails and landed on Blanxia.

"Don't you think it's stupid? The Demon King is waiting to eat, but you are haggling over who should pay for this batch of grain! No need to discuss, our Land of Nightmares will cover it all!"

What a group of ungrateful guys.

When did that gentleman ever treat you badly!

Valgur: "..."

Facing Xixi's map cannon, Tyrell's expression was a bit subtle.

Ungrateful?

Isn't the problem that everyone present wants to help that gentleman?

Thanks to the Demon King, the demons in the Great Cemetery are living better and better, just like Lei Ming City outside the labyrinth.

Now the subjects of the Great Cemetery have finally waited for the opportunity to repay that gentleman's kindness, and everyone wants to offer their strength to that gentleman.

Of course, he also understood why Xixi would think that way.

After all, in the most difficult days of the labyrinth, the little demons were always hungry.

The impression hunger left on them was too deep, and Tyrell was actually very sympathetic to these little guys in his heart.

Thanos sighed, raised a slender index finger, tapped his temple lightly, and his voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Often heard that little demons are a group of guys with brain problems, because their brains are too small; I always thought that was a rumor, I didn't expect—"

"That is indeed a rumor!" Xixi puffed out her chest and said proudly, "Our red wine even sold to the Holy City! This is the best proof!"

The red wine stomped by the little demons contains a unique flavor, not inferior to the various flavored fruit wines brewed by the Night Elves of the Gray Wind tribe.

Thanks to the sales channels of the Silver Pine Town Church and the Lei Ming City Brotherhood, You You and Mixi play very happily every day—bah, they brew wine very happily, there are endless grapes to stomp.

If you rank by gross domestic product, I'm afraid only Desolate City and North Peak City can surpass the Land of Nightmares in the Great Cemetery!

Thanos: "..."

What is the relationship between the two things?

"In any case, since His Majesty's problem has been solved, I shall take my leave."

Seeming not wanting to waste time on lip service, Grack left a sentence and turned around, stepping with heavy steps out of the Audience Hall.

Blanxia didn't leave, but narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the Queen of the Land of Nightmares, and the corners of her mouth painted with pitch-black lip glaze suddenly curled into a smile.

"You guy... broke through again."

"Hehe, you discovered it," seeing the other party notice her change, the corners of Xixi's mouth curled into a hint of pride, and she said lazily, "After all, the Demon King trusts me so much, I can't let that gentleman down."

She knew that Blanxia had always been jealous of her youth and beauty and her relationship with the Demon King, but she didn't take this guy to heart at all.

It's just a Pain Demon wearing revealing clothes, not worth mentioning! The Demon King has taste; as You You said, only the most elegant, beautiful, and naughty little demon in this world will get that gentleman's appreciation.

"Hahaha, trust? Interesting way of saying it; as the first Demon General, I can't let that pass..." Blanxia's smile became more enchanting, and her narrowed eyes seemed to bend into crescent moons.

A mere little demon lord from the countryside of the labyrinth is also worthy of competing with me, the lord of Desolate City, for the position of the first loyal minister...

Really disgusting! Although for the Demon Capital, the entire Great Cemetery belongs to the countryside of the countryside, even in the countryside of the countryside, there is a distinction between the inner ring and the outer ring.

The two's gazes seemed to spark in the air.

Although it was for completely different reasons.

"Two idiots."

Thanos, who was holding his arms, sneered, as if he saw through everything, but had no interest in intervening.

Self-proclaimed first Demon General is meaningless; that gentleman will only favor demons who are truly loyal to him, and demons who can truly share his worries.

No one is more loyal than me!

That thin and tall figure gradually merged into the shadows under the pillar, as if it had never existed.

The Cold Iron Demon General's beetle clone also left; it seems that this time the Demon King is as confident as ever, and as always, he doesn't need it to appear.

This is a good thing.

It doesn't care who is the first Demon General; it just wants to stay in the nest and sleep, preferably no one comes to disturb its sweet dreams.

The Demon Generals said goodbye one after another, including Blanxia and Xixi, who was sitting on the lamp stand, and they also withdrew after leaving a harsh word to each other.

From beginning to end, only the loyal Arakdo remained quiet, without a word, like a real spider.

Ever since that stupid cat also broke through the Gold level, it seems that among the Demon Generals under the Demon King, only his strength is the weakest.

Only when the Demon King is there does he dare to open his mouth to speak...

At the same time on the other side, under the diligent transportation of the little demons, bundles of bread packed in sacks were piled on the teleportation array.

The rich aroma of grain overflowed; besides the small mountain of bread, there were also boxes and bundles of smoked meat and sausages!

Not only that!

Perhaps worried that he would be thirsty while traveling, a thoughtful little demon also sent red wine in wooden barrels! These were the products of Lei Ming County.

Compared to transferring a batch of corn from the Gana Continent that was difficult to explain the source of, the most traditional bread and smoked meat of the Aus Continent were undoubtedly closer to the myth of the Holy Lord saving the world in the hearts of the Aus people.

In addition, the maintenance cost of the teleportation array was not only related to the mass of the object and the level of extraordinary power, but also related to the delivery distance; local delivery was more economical than going far away.

That was the rations for tens of thousands of people; "airdropping" across the ocean, even the wealthy Demon King couldn't bear it.

The only thing that surprised Luo Yan a little was that he thought his subordinates would need a while to reach a consensus on the investment ratio, but he didn't expect the Land of Nightmares to cover it all.

Sure enough, Xixi is the most sensible.

I didn't love her for nothing.

Thinking this, Luo Yan recorded her merit, then cast his gaze on the nun lady on the side, with a gentle smile on his face.

"For now, just these; after all, we didn't say how long it would take to fill their granaries."

Rather than letting the believers be too full at once, it is more important to let them be just right, and then have something to look forward to in the future.

Looking at the grain piled up in the open space, Kalian was stunned, almost unable to close her slightly open mouth and chin.

She thought Mr. Prince Kelin could get some wheat for porridge, but she didn't expect that what appeared on the "magic circle" was bread!

Not just bread! There was meat, and even wine! She couldn't help but swallow, and said in a trembling voice.

"Is this... magic?"

Luo Yan smiled slightly and said.

"What transported the miracle is undoubtedly magic, however, the 'miracle' itself is clearly not. They are created by another group of people paying hard work and sweat, and this is something that extraordinary beings and gods cannot do."

Savoring the deep meaning in this sentence, Kalian nodded half-understandably, then looked at him seriously, and said sincerely.

"Can I know who they are? Although I might not be able to repay their kindness, please at least... give me a chance to pray for them."

"That's not necessary, they accept your kindness."

Luo Yan smiled slightly, looked at Kalian, who was still feeling guilty, and continued.

"Compared to praying for a group of happy... evil, uh, people, the urgent matter is to bring this grain to those who need it more. Just as we agreed before, I hope you will do this."

There was no doubt on that devout face, only gratitude for kindness. Kalian nodded seriously, and said in a voice that was suppressing excitement.

"I, I will go call the people outside!"

After speaking, she turned and was about to leave this open space surrounded by carriages to feed those poor people who were waiting to be fed.

Looking at this reckless "Saintess" lady, Luo Yan called her back with a smile.

"Don't rush, I haven't finished my words yet."

"So, sorry! I thought you had finished speaking..." Kalian stopped in confusion, blushing, and walked back in a hurry.

"No need to apologize, I understand the urgency in your heart, but my hometown has an old saying, haste makes waste. So you must listen carefully to my next words; this relates to whether the final saved people are tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands, or even... millions."

Luo Yan didn't care about her recklessness and said his next plan in a patient tone.

After listening to his instructions, the expression on Kalian's face was first surprised, then turned into deep admiration, but soon a hint of trepidation floated on her face.

She didn't doubt Mr. Prince Kelin's wisdom at all, but she couldn't help but worry about whether she could hold up in such a scene.

That wasn't praying for one or two people, nor was it delivering a few undead souls...

She had never done such a thing.

"I understand what you mean... but, can I really do such a thing? Persuading the lord of Que Mu Fief."

"No one knows, but it's worth you trying. And everything has a first time, doesn't it?" Luo Yan smiled and smoothed out the trepidation in her heart, "I remember when you were a nun for the first time, you were also a nun for the first time."

Kalian was stunned for a moment, her brain didn't turn around at first, but soon she came back to her senses, couldn't help but laugh at this interesting statement, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"So, sorry..."

"I said don't apologize, I am not Saint Xisi, no need to repent to me." Luo Yan smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Go, I believe you can do it."

Actually, persuading the lord of Que Mu Fief was the easiest; I don't know why this nun lady was more worried about the lord's side.

But that's fine.

Ignorance is not always a defect, sometimes it is a blessing, especially when following the right person luckily...

Not far away, Kalian, who had passed through the wall of covered wagons, had come to the believers and walked straight toward Brenan, who was standing on the edge of the crowd.

Looking at the nun lady in front of him, Brenan grinned and teased.

"I thought you needed three days and three nights."

Looking at this man wearing bear skin, holding a battle axe and a round shield, she smiled gently, then restrained her smile, and said in a solemn and devout tone.

"God's grace has arrived."

"He brewed His flesh and blood into bread and wine, feeding His children in famine, let your soldiers come in, they will enjoy the first holy meal prepared for them by Saint Xisi."

Brenan's face changed instantly, and his frivolous expression was completely replaced by astonishment.

The soldiers wearing green headbands standing around were the same, their faces showing disbelief and shock, and whispering voices spread one after another.

"Bread?"

"And... wine?!"

"Really?"

If it weren't for seeing the second sun that dispelled the dark clouds, they would probably have thought this nun lady was talking in her sleep.

But now, even the most blasphemous unbelievers couldn't help but show a hint of instinctive trust in their eyes.

Brenan's Adam's apple moved, staring at Kalian, trying to find flaws on that devout face, but failed.

"Are you serious?"

He had already decided to let them go.

But if she teased him in this way, he would let her know that gods couldn't always be her shield.

"I am incomparably serious," Kalian looked at him calmly, recalling the instructions of the true chosen one, and continued.

"However, there is one more line in the oracle He descended—those who drink My flesh and blood must share My flesh and blood equally with those who suffer."

Brenan frowned, not understanding the oracle, but read a feeling he hated—

The promise didn't seem to be fulfilled immediately.

"What do you mean?"

Kalian said patiently.

"His meaning is, you can only enjoy the holy meal you need, and then you need to take the remaining holy meal to help the starving people you have besieged."

Her voice had just fallen, and the soldiers behind Brenan were in an uproar.

Some people's faces were filled with anger; they couldn't accept that God's grace didn't only favor them, but also favored their enemies. Some people's faces were filled with fear; they didn't expect Saint Xisi to see their own filth... these smart people knew about Brenan's plan to drive away the starving people and surround Que Mu Castle, just pretending not to know.

Of course, most people's thoughts weren't that complicated, and their faces were mostly unwilling. They just wanted to take this grain back to the camp immediately, fill their shriveled granaries, and take care of their next meal.

As for other starving farmers...

None of their business.

Not to mention that the farmers of Que Mu Fief were not their neighbors, even if those guys were their neighbors, they wouldn't care anymore.

Having already eaten human flesh, they didn't care about starving a few more people, and even wished for a few more to starve to death, as they were all future rations.

"The wish I made should be to fill our granaries." Brenan said word by word, his face gradually darkening, "I mean us, not including Que Mu Fief."

"He will satisfy you, but not today."

Brenan sneered.

"Is it the next life?"

Not intimidated by his momentum, Kalian maintained a calm-as-water expression and continued.

"Of course not, and it won't take that long; His second promise to you will be fulfilled together when the third promise is completed."

Brenan fell silent.

He wasn't a person who kept his promises, and the whisper from the depths of his soul kept warning him that he should ignore this absurd request and eat this caravan in one bite.

However...

Another voice also surged in his heart.

Why not try it?

He didn't require the order of the three wishes, the other party didn't break the promise, maybe taking grain to save the starving people of Que Mu Fief was part of the plan to conquer the castle.

Secondly, Que Mu Castle was easy to defend and hard to attack, and there were extraordinary beings no weaker than him living in the castle, which couldn't be conquered in a day or two.

After fighting heaven and man in his heart for a long time, he finally pressed down the battle axe in his hand and also pressed down the noisy voices behind him.

"I'd like to see what tricks you're playing."

Looking at Brenan, who nodded reluctantly, Kalian breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile of relief appeared on that holy face.

"Thank you... you gave everyone here a chance to live."

Brenan: "What do you mean."

Kalian said in a clear voice.

"The oracle has a second sentence, those who drink My flesh and blood and break their vows, their souls will fall into hell, and they will never be at peace... but I think you will agree, and not because of fear, so I didn't say it."

This sentence scared many people.

Whether it was the refugees prostrating on the ground or the Green Forest Army soldiers standing around... however, it couldn't scare someone who had already sold his soul to the "outer gods."

Brenan grinned, as if he had heard some funny joke, and carried the brownish-red axe on his shoulder.

"Very interesting, do you think I can go to heaven if I do what He says?"

He had long been prepared to go to hell!

Kalian shook her head gently.

"Where you go after death has never been something He can decide, but you and everyone behind you... things you decide for yourselves."

Brenan smiled without saying a word, but didn't want to continue arguing with her, held the shield over his head, and shouted to the crowd.

"Little ones, did you hear! Praise Saint Xisi! I'll praise Him one more time, seeing that He finally noticed us and fed us with His flesh and blood!"

Pausing, he roared in a higher voice.

"Now! Follow me in to enjoy the holy meal! Keep your hands and feet clean, eat as much as you can, don't be a starving ghost who doesn't know what's good! If I see any guy who doesn't know what's good, I'll chop off his dog claws myself!"

Perhaps because his statement was too rude, or even blasphemous, this remark made his chest ache inexplicably, as if an arrow had shot into his heart.

However, he wasn't even afraid of death, so how could he care about that bit of pain?

After speaking, he passed by the nun, swaggered through the prostrating believers, and walked to the open space surrounded by covered wagons.

And the moment he stepped into this open space, he was stunned on the spot, as if he had seen heaven on earth.

Those were sacks piled into small mountains, and the bulging bread even squeezed out.

And smoked meat and wine...

He had only seen those things in the nobles' castles, and he didn't expect that he and his brothers could enjoy them before conquering Que Mu Castle!

That was a miracle more direct than holy light, and the axe and shield in his hands fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Falling with them were his knees that never bent like iron, and a hot tear that crossed the corner of his eye.

"... Saint Xisi above."

So gods really exist...