From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos.

Chapter 174 Saints of Order!

"Coupled with the reward mechanism of order and the greed of money, all the saints of order have turned into the worst robbers."

"They use low-level saints as bait, and the saints' unique arrogance and superiority as a lead, and appear in racial wars or various rituals."

"They can indeed stop wars, but their extremely arrogant attitude is likely to anger the strong."

"As long as those strong ones dare to touch any Order Saint, or disobey the orders of the weak, then the powerful Order Saint will appear and plunder that force in a completely unreasonable manner."

"While they completed the mission of order, they also made some extra money. It was a double chance to make a fortune."

"Even more, if the weaker party does not contribute resources that satisfy the saints, the next time the world needs a war to promote balance, the weaker party will be the first to die."

The speechlessness in Zhao Zheng's eyes deepened. If he were to do it, both parties would definitely be willing to provide resources, and the reputation of the Saints would become very good.

After all, order, a reward that is like a golden finger, can easily foster the arrogance of saints.

There is a sense of déjà vu that everyone is an NPC and only the Saints are players.

"Well, it's really too much. The records in history books are actually quite realistic." Xiaoyu looked at Zhao Zheng in shock. There really is such a vicious organization.

"It is indeed realistic." Zhao Zheng nodded affirmatively: "The saints have no morality and humanity. They only obey the orders of order and act like crazy robbers within the rules."

"Then how can these bandits compare with the plague doctor?" Xiaoyu asked subconsciously, with some confusion in her eyes.

If the plague doctor is a madman, then the saints are a group of cultists among the madmen, the kind that cannot be communicated with or understood.

After all, plague doctor, as long as you have a strong enough tolerance for pain, you will have a body that is immune to all poisons.

Although ugly, it is healthy.

But what about the saints in this area who commit fraud, extortion, bribery, murder and arson, and are lawless and have no scruples? How can you compare them?
Zhao Zheng was somewhat helpless. Although the saints were the defenders of morality in the world, this was indeed impossible to wash away.
"You should know the approximate level of a mage, right?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"I know." Xiaoyu nodded, a little confused: "What does this have to do with it?"

"According to records, the exact time of the saint's appearance is unknown, but it was indeed countless years earlier than the plague doctor."

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and asked, "Although the Order Saints have become more and more excessive during this period, do you know how exaggerated they were during the glorious period of the world?"

Xiaoyu thought for a moment and said, "I read a record a few days ago. When the world was at its most glorious, there was a scene where thousands of demon wizards ruled the world together."

Zhao Zheng nodded, with some yearning in his eyes: "Yes, but the record is a little vague."

"Quetzalcoatl, once the highest god of the Maya, was the most powerful"

"And the peak era you just recorded should be: nearly ten thousand legends, nearly a thousand strongest people, and more than sixteen origins."

Xiaoyu was stunned, with a hint of disbelief in her eyes: "You mean, there were thousands of powerful people like Quetzalcoatl who suppressed an era before the war between gods and demons?"

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Yes, at that time, the upper limit of balance would not fluctuate at all if an origin or a supreme being appeared."

"The Blue Planet in the main world was many times larger than it is now, and there were countless planes beneath the Blue Planet, each of which hosted countless living beings."

"At that time, humans were not the most numerous race, although they were also a superior race."

"You can see this from the fact that a fragment of the abyss is much larger than a blue star."

Xiaoyu's eyes were still filled with shock. She asked impatiently, "Was that era created by the Saints of Order?"

Zhao Zheng paused and thought carefully: "No, it's not. The Order Saints just accelerated the process, but..."

"What's going on?" Xiaoyu said anxiously, "Don't keep me in suspense."

"Order and the Saints of Order were destroyed by the Demon Lord more than 50,000 years ago. Three hundred years after their destruction, a war broke out in the world that swept across countless dimensions."

"And the cause of this huge war is the collision of countless small forces that were swallowed up and the continuous expansion of large forces over the past three hundred years."

"The scale of this war even involved the eight demon empires. In the end, the fate of the demons above the origin caused the fate of the immortal gods. In just a few hundred years, the world was directly regressed by millions of years."

"Then it took another 50,000 years before even a great wizard could be born in the world."

Xiaoyu was stunned, with a blank look in her big eyes: "So, it's really impossible without these robbers?"

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and said seriously: "The world can be without Order Saints, but without order, the world will become the Dharma Ending Age."

"And the human race can live without order and balance, because only then can the human race be the hegemon of the world and there will be peace."

"In fact, whether it's the Order Saints, the Plague Doctors, or the human race, it's still a question of stance."

"For example, the robber saints I just mentioned, you might think that this group of people are very bad, and even all living beings in the world think that they are not good people."

"But for the world, they are the guardians who push the world forward and make it stronger."

"And, most importantly."

Zhao Zheng looked at Xiaoyu and asked seriously, "If I made you a Saint of Order, would you blackmail her?"

Xiaoyu shook her head decisively: "No, I will only stop the war, and even if I want to provoke a war, the reason for the war is nothing more than competition and killing."

"We only need to establish an Order Battlefield or Order Arena. The losing faction will give the winning faction a lot of resources. Then there won't even be a need for killing. They will work hard to cultivate and form the trend of contention you mentioned."

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiaoyu with shining eyes. He suddenly hugged Xiaoyu and gave her a big kiss on the face: "Xiaoyu, you are awesome!"

He is currently the Saint of Order with the highest authority, and it is inevitable that he will provoke a war between humans and other races in the future.

He was originally having a headache, after all, the vest would eventually be exposed, and Xiaoyu and Dad were both decent people who would absolutely not be able to accept such a thing. If it was just a competition, then there would be no problem.

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then her whole face slowly turned red. She turned her head stiffly, her eyes a little dull.

What is this person doing?
He... Is this considered hooliganism?
And why is he so excited?
Xiaoyu didn't know what she was thinking about, her face was getting redder and redder, and she turned her head quietly to look at the door, silently reducing her presence.

Zhao Zheng didn't notice Xiaoyu's blushing face.

Instead, he continued to deduce along Xiaoyu's line of thought, if the Saints had created an arena instead of a war.
Although it is certain that the Aoba will tear apart the order, the Saints should not be so miserable. This arena is very interesting.

In the future, when there are more and more races and planes, the scope of balance will continue to expand.

It seems that the Order Arena can be arranged.

We can't always wait for balance to revive the ancient strongmen, or in other words, order may not always revive the ancient strongmen.

Many powerful people are truly dead, rather than being sealed or dormant.

According to records, there were sixty-six roots that went to hell together with the eight demons, but in just fifty thousand years, now there are only eight demons left in hell.

This means that the sixty-six roots cannot be revived and necessary competition is still needed.

However, this is not something a magician like him should consider right now.

There are still about 20 days left before the good luck authority cools down. After the next promotion to Legend, I have to start looking for fragments of the dead world.
Zhao Zheng was thinking about what he was going to do and was a little dazed for a moment. His excitement from getting a good idea also calmed down a little.

Turning around, I saw a girl with a slightly red face and a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Zhao Zheng was stunned, then frowned. His performance just now seemed a little too excited. Could it be that his vest would fall off?

But even if it falls off, it shouldn't be a big problem, after all, it's the connection here.
Thinking about it, Zhao Zheng quickly wrote down the final steps of making the holy medicine, then leaned close to Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"

Xiaoyu's pale pink earlobes seemed to turn a little redder. She shuddered subconsciously, moved a little to the side, and replied in a low voice: "Nothing."

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face.

However, feeling Xueyi's restlessness, Zhao Zheng suppressed his urge to tease her.

He walked directly behind Xiaoyu, placed the paper in front of her, supported himself with both hands on both sides, surrounded her, and said softly:
"This is a method for making a special potion that can make all sentient beings feel happy. How about we practice with this potion first?"

The gentle and pleasant voice beside her ear made Xiaoyu tremble again. She nodded almost subconsciously and replied in a low voice: "It's good to listen to you."

Zhao Zheng smiled and said, "Then you just watch first. I'll go find the most traditional alchemy tools."

Zhao Zheng walked out after saying that. He looked around but didn't see what he wanted to see. The ripples in the space beside him flickered slowly and disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had a huge black pot in his hand.

Alchemy and alchemy were originally modeled after the magicians' alchemy, and technological alchemy requires the concurrent study of a large amount of alchemy technology, which is difficult for Xiaoyu with a failing grade in math.

Unless she also becomes a Saint of Order and gets the overclocking of enlightenment.

Thinking about it, Zhao Zheng walked into the laboratory with a big pot and saw that the girl was absent-minded at a glance.

After putting the pot away, Zhao Zheng turned around and called out, "Xiaoyu, come here."

"okay."

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly picked up the recipe and walked towards Zhao Zheng, and was a little surprised about the pot: "Uh, Dad seems to have this kind of pot too. Is the alchemy potion also made in a pot?"

"Emmm, not all of them. This is the most primitive method. Others require the assistance of alchemical technology, such as those machines." Zhao Zheng gestured to the machines in the test area.

Xiaoyu took a look at the high-end machine, then looked at the lonely big pot, and for a moment, there was an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

As if knowing what Xiaoyu was thinking, Zhao Zheng said helplessly:
"Those are alchemical creations. I can always help you make them, but if you get used to them and the machine breaks down, and I'm not around, then the alchemical potions you learned will be wasted."

“Because the machine automates 90% of the steps.”

Xiaoyu was stunned and even more puzzled: "Why aren't you by my side? Isn't it better for us to be together all the time?"

Zhao Zheng was also stunned. He looked at Xiaoyu with a confused look in his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little different.

She seemed to have thought of the ambiguity of her words, her face gradually turned pink, her eyes began to flicker, and she explained inexplicably: "Aren't we best friends? Good friends can't be separated."

Zhao Zheng's eyes suddenly deepened, but he still smiled and insisted: "If you can make magic medicine, it won't be difficult to make alchemy medicine, but you have to learn those technologies from scratch. After you have learned this potion, I will teach you how to use the machine, how about it?"

Xiaoyu lowered her head, her eyes wandering: "Okay."

Zhao Zheng smiled and moved closer, rubbed the top of her head, and whispered in agreement: "Don't worry, we won't be separated."

Xiaoyu lowered her head, trying her best to suppress her inexplicable emotions, and opened his hand with a snap: "I told you not to touch my head, let's start, I'm done."

Zhao Zheng chose not to say anything more. He took out one third of the rhythmic crystals and various materials from the evil spirit space. These were all intended for Xiaoyu to practice.

After this period of time is over, we need to find a way to get all the rhythmic crystals from the cat people, and find a way to make them continue to produce rhythmic crystals and increase their population.

Otherwise, the cat man’s special materials would not be enough for him alone.

This kind of emotional material is too rare, except for some materials that combine the emotions of nature and living beings.

The only races that can produce stably are the Catman's Joy Crystals, the Nightmare Crystals, and the Murloc's Happiness and Sorrow Crystals.

Now the mermaids have been exiled, the nightmares have been exterminated, and only about 20,000 cat people are left.
Xiaoyu looked at the recipe in her hand carefully, then looked at the prepared materials, turned around and asked, "Um, what do these double, one hundred, and five hundred times mean?"

Zhao Zheng came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Happiness value, this thing is produced by cat people. It will only condense around them when they are in a good mood. This kind of crystal with happiness is formed."

"And those multiple formulas are multiples of this pleasure value. Ordinary people will be too excited and go into shock if they can only withstand ten times the value. But the stronger the person, the stronger their emotional tolerance. Di Kui can now withstand 1,500 times the value."

"Once you have mastered these, I will give you a formula with a higher multiple."

Xiaoyu's eyes showed understanding: "Is this what it means when things reach their extremes? Being too happy will turn into sadness."

"Yes, don't be afraid of wasting materials. Alchemy always has a failure rate. You should start with twice the amount." Zhao Zheng nodded and said softly.

"okay."

(End of this chapter)