Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

"It would be nice if there was a savior in this world..."

At midnight the next day, a deep blue full moon hung high in the sky. In the golden desert, three people and three horses were galloping.

Leading the way was Hel-Heim.

Bell and Goliath followed closely behind.

Hull had Reinhardt set up horses for transfer at regular intervals along the way in advance.

Therefore, they were able to travel at full speed all the way, changing horses without stopping.

It normally takes five days, but this time it only took a dozen hours to reach the heart of the Red Viper Desert.

There, the people who had received relief in these days gathered together.

Hull gave instructions to Ling, asking her to ask everyone to gather here in the name of Saint Alphaf.

Judging from the size of the crowd, almost all the young and middle-aged people from more than a dozen nearby settlements were present.

Seeing Ling coming, everyone knelt down on the ground.

Many people began to pray, and some girls even had tears in their eyes and sobbed.

The cry was not of sorrow but of emotion.

———The touching moment when Saint Aphaf, the symbol of hope, still stands with her loyal people.

There was only one elderly man still standing, the old man that Hull had met before.

He walked slowly to Ling and bowed devoutly: "Lady Saint, we gather here as you requested, and we pray for your orders..."

"It's really shocking. I didn't expect so many people to come. It's really hard work."

Traveling in the desert is very difficult.

The sun is scorching and the yellow sand is burning. Even if you can endure the high temperature, there is quicksand here that you cannot escape from once you step in.

For this operation, Hull had asked Goliath to deliver sufficient food and water to everyone.

But even so, Hull estimated that he could only gather about a hundred people at most.

I didn't expect that when I looked around, there were at least a thousand people gathered here, which gave it a sense of momentum.

"...Someone, bring him here!"

The elder shouted to the back, and figures began to appear on the horizon one after another.

Looking closely, they were a group of strange creatures.

No, it should be said that it is Warcraft.

They have camel-like humps on their backs, and their overall appearance and size are similar to those of war horses.

There are six strong legs under its belly and horns on its head.

At this moment, these magical beasts were obediently driven over by a group of people.

There are hundreds of them.

The group of people responsible for driving the monsters also look ordinary.

There were both men and women, most of them wearing grey robes and khaki headscarves.

Perhaps due to long-term malnutrition, each of them is skinny, but their expressions are filled with the pride and confidence of a soldier.

He should be a wanderer in this Red Viper Desert.

After the Desert Sultanate was defeated and became a vassal of the Empire, the Red Viper Desert was incorporated into the Empire's territory.

These warriors who once resisted the empire lost everything, including the masters they could be loyal to and the land on which they depended for survival.

They would rather become wanderers and hide in the sea of ​​sand than accept the rule of the empire.

There is no doubt that they, like the residents of the settlements, are truly the last sons of the desert.

It is the legend of the saint and the belief in Saint Afaf that brings everyone here.

"What are these?" Ling sat on the horse and looked at the mutant monsters.

"That's Lanxun, which means the Ship of the Desert. It's a secret that only we, the Sons of the Desert, know, and only we know how to raise them. The humps on their backs can store fat and water in their bodies. Not only that, these mutant monsters can also use their humps to dissipate heat. Before being invaded by the Empire, they were raised on a large scale in this Red Viper Desert. After the defeat, we took them and fled to the desert."

The leader in gray robes knelt in front of Ling and placed his right hand palm facing outward in front of his eyes, which was the warrior salute of the Desert Sultanate.

"I thought that after more than ten years of war, this kind of monster was completely extinct. I didn't expect that there are still so many of them in the desert..." Hull murmured in a low voice.

"These monsters can survive without water for a week or two. Moreover, their six-legged hooves are very suitable for traveling in the desert. Their running speed in the desert is about twice that of war horses. Their physical strength and endurance are also very good. Normally, they need to change five or six horses to travel long distances. If they ride Lanxun, one horse is enough to run the entire distance. In addition, their strength is incomparable to ordinary livestock. Not only can they carry people, but they can also be tied with ropes and laid on boards to transport goods."

"I see. No wonder it is called the Ship of the Desert..." Goliath muttered.

Ling looked at the elder who was speaking: "If that's the case, why don't we kill these monsters and eat their meat, or sell them for supplies?"

Ling's question also hit upon Goliath's doubts.

These children of the desert are constantly on the brink of life and death, unable to even guarantee their basic daily food needs.

People die of hunger and thirst every day.

Especially the elderly and children.

If these monsters are really that powerful, they should be able to exchange for large quantities of supplies.

Even killing it and eating its meat is better than starving it to death.

The elder's eyes were very serious and he shook his head heavily.

There was an expression of willingness to die on his face.

"This is our last pride as the Sons of the Desert... and everything we have. If we lose them, it means that we have completely given up the glory that has been passed down from generation to generation as the Sons of the Desert."

"..."

"And now... we hope to present the Lanxun, which symbolizes the unyielding pride of the Sons of the Desert, to His Highness Saint Afafu. Please accept it!"

The elder knelt on the ground as he spoke.

"This..." Ling was speechless.

"It is you who brought salvation to us who had nothing, and allowed us losers to once again possess the honor and hope of being the sons of the desert. We have discussed this, and no one objects. It is our great honor to present Lan Xun to His Highness Saint Afafu!"

Just as Ling was about to say something, Hull had already dismounted and helped up the elder and the leader of the gray-robed men.

"...I accept your gifts on behalf of the Saint Lady. However, the Saint Lady hopes that you can continue to carry them with you, and continue to live in the core area of ​​the Red Viper Desert for a long time in the name of the Sons of the Desert with honor and hope."

"Are you saying that we will move the original settlement here...?"

After hearing Hull's instructions, everyone's faces changed.

This is understandable. The closer you get to the core of the desert, the worse the living environment becomes.

Staying for a long time in this land without even an oasis means death.

"Lady Saint - Saint Afafu brings not only supplies and hope, but also complete changes."

Hull looked into the distance and said, "Soon, this area will be blessed with rain. You will collect the water you need, grow grass and trees nearby, build ponds, and finally build a new oasis."

"Rain? This...how is this possible..." Everyone looked at the Saint who represented hope.

Without much explanation, Hull walked through the crowd and came to a sand dune far away.

He took the magic wand [Silver Snake] in his hand and plunged it heavily into the sand dune, then he began to chant some kind of spell dimly.

The sound drifted in the wind, melodious and pleasant, like the humming of ancient gods, or some kind of mythological hymn.

With the [Silver Snake] as the core, the ground began to stretch out like tree roots, with fine blue lights extending out, gradually forming circles of complex magic arrays.

Until the area within a radius of 300 meters was included.

There is no magic wand that can make it rain in this world. Even Hull cannot create water that represents life out of thin air.

All he did was to revive the forgotten and destroyed ecology.

"In the past... the miracle magic created by Adam, the son of God... chanted for seven days to bring down rain on the barren land for a thousand miles."

The bright moon above his head emitted a strange light. Hull, who had not eaten for several days, muttered in a hazy state.

He didn't seem to be talking to anyone, not even to himself, as if some voice was speaking spontaneously through Hull's mouth.

Such a Hel and the magic circle emerging in the desert, I don’t know if it was a mirage or an illusion.

But everyone present knew that Hull was in a dazed state at the moment.

——He seemed to be communicating directly with a lost god or some natural element that could not be captured by the naked eye.

"For the next thousand years, no one could match the Son of God... until a certain person appeared, and the magic of the miracle rain was recreated..."

"The harvest rain poured down, and thousands of people cheered in unison. In the end, the man himself poured poison on the fertile land... devouring the souls of thousands of lives... People were bathed in the madness and madness of hell until they turned into walking corpses."

Heer closed his eyes quietly, and with his breathing and heartbeat, the magic circle on the ground began to flicker.

"..."

In an instant, a surge of emotion surged through Ling's body, her heart beat violently, and her breathing became rapid.

She felt something being pulled out of her body, and in a trance she could see strands of blue light like silk threads floating towards Hull's direction.

Then the symptoms began to spread.

A similar situation occurs in the Gray Robed Son of the Desert.

Even the monsters couldn't help but kneel on the ground, showing their submission.

All the magic power in the area began to respond to Hel's call and gathered towards him.

Hull did not hold a magic wand in his hand, but every syllable he uttered through clenched teeth was naturally filled with vast magical power that was enough to distort space.

The silver snake trembled violently, the ground began to shake, and huge rocks shot up into the sky and hovered in the air.

The desert at the edge of the magic circle began to crack, collapse, and sink...

＜Curse to the sky...Hate to the earth...No hope, no gratitude, no mercy...even the Chaos God will shed tears＞

After the last sentence was recited, the silver snake floated in the air with a "swoosh".

The water veins that had been sleeping underground for a long time turned into water columns, breaking through the sealed yellow sand and rushing straight into the sky.

The water column condensed into rolling black clouds in the clouds.

Strong winds blew up all around, but there was no suffocating feeling from the sand and dust.

The air is filled with a moist, sweet scent.

"..."

The painting was so miraculous that it almost made people forget to breathe.

In such a hot summer area, not a single drop of rain can be seen for several months or even more than ten months.

At this moment, raindrops as big as beans fell on everyone's heads and slid down their cheeks.

The spring breeze and rain pour down in torrents.

Warm and refreshing, every drop carries the richness of life.

“It’s raining…it’s raining…it’s raining!”

The shouting people raised their arms in excitement.

As if responding to a gift from heaven, everyone was ecstatic in the rain.

"Praise the Saint! Praise Saint Afafu!"

"..."

The sound of rain was dripping, but Hull suddenly lost the strength to stand and collapsed to the ground, as if all his magic power was drained away.

[Silver Snake] also fell down and stuck into the wet yellow sand in front of Hull.

Hull's blurred eyes also regained clarity at this moment.

He glanced at the jubilant people, slowly raised his head, opened his mouth and let the sweetness of the rain flow into his throat.

After a long time, Heer helped [Silver Snake] stand up.

With a somewhat relaxed look on his face, he strode through the crowd where there were no longer any confused people, under everyone's grateful gaze.

"My fast is over. Now, Ling, bring me something to eat—"

"——I'm hungry..."