Online Game Dungeon Master

The bloodshed in the capital of the principality lasted all night, just as the Forest Kingdom was attacking the border of the principality.

Tens of thousands of believers fought against thousands of soldiers serving the ministers in the city. Grand Duke Russell turned a blind eye to the atrocities. It was not impossible for him to fight his way out with the strength of his private army. Unfortunately, the existence of countless high-level players such as Shen Xuan and Miss Xiao made this purge calm.

The result of the purge was that in one hour, 43 rebellious ministers were executed, leaving one-third of the positions in the principality vacant, more than 2,000 troops were eliminated, and the entire capital fell into the hands of the Sunset Cult.

Then, believers began to patrol the streets spontaneously day and night. A large number of people in the capital with a population of 200,000 wanted to join the church. Under the representation of Grand Duke Russell, more than 100,000 new believers entered the church.

This was only the first step. Although the principality remained consistent, as long as the war with the Forest Kingdom was not over, the Sunset Cult would always have the possibility of falling apart.

"This is our current situation." Shen Xuan frowned after listening to the report in the depths of the temple. "How many believers do we have now?"

"About 400,000, accounting for one-third of the population of the principality. Once the official missionary work begins, this number will increase to 1 million in a short period of time."

"Okay, how is the spread of Sunset God in the surrounding countries?"

"It is not as smooth as the spread in the principality. So far, the number is about 100,000, and it is difficult to gather them all over the place."

Now Shen Xuan is still facing a religious war with the Forest Kingdom. The longer it drags on, the better it is for him.

"Now that Rast has full command of the war, we have to do the following."

"First, recruit more religious soldiers. There is no need for those inside the principality. There are only 90,000 in total. They will all die in the war. We need to have power completely in our hands."

"What is the number?"

"200,000. With the previous recruitment and the sacrifices for our god, the cult can have 240,000 troops."

The player frowned, "This may destroy the entire principality. There are only 1.4 million residents in this small country. After recruiting 140,000 troops, the remaining troops need to be produced, developed, and used. What can support an army that accounts for one-fifth of the population. "

"But this is the fact, otherwise how can we win? Everyone present should understand what choice we have. This land will become a scorched earth, and these citizens need to sacrifice themselves for religion. From then on, there will be no Principality of Larn in history. The only thing we can do is to bring them the future they long for, and sacrifice is inevitable. "

Just when Shen Xuan had to tell the players the truth, the Wisdom Skull and Tongji Club were also fighting fiercely with the army of the Nature Research Society in the jungle. Their limit was 100,000, or when more troops arrived, they could not contain them.

In a few days, the Principality must send a complete army to deal with it, otherwise, they will face destruction.

Players have to accept reality.

Shen Xuan continued, "Second, we have reached a deal with the Kingdom of Cook to supply equipment for 40,000 troops. The equipment will arrive within three days. We will use them to equip our soldiers."

"40,000 sets? How much does it cost?"

"It doesn't take much, 40,000 sets of level 10 ordinary suits."

"Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, but 40,000 sets of equipment are enough to support the production of new equipment domestically. Third, we need to mobilize all the resources of the principality to produce armor and weapons to turn our believers into warriors."

"Give up everything? Produce?"

Shen Xuan nodded, "We need more equipment, more armor, up to hundreds of thousands, millions of sets. As for when we won't need it, it will probably be until the end of the war."

The players were silent.

...

The few days of war with the Forest Kingdom were days when the players stayed up all night. They were busy driving the believers to complete this and that task, concentrating production resources, smelting metals, forging equipment, training soldiers, and tactical exercises.

Because the number of believers increased sharply in a few days, Shen Xuan's upgrade speed has increased significantly, and the power he controls has become more and more.

He stole the power of the God of Nature from the war of the Nature Research Society and invented the priesthood of the Balancer. Once he changed his profession, the Dusk Chanter was a spell profession similar to that of a priest, while the Balancer was a thief wearing light armor. They adapted to the environment and exerted great attack power. There was a similar profession - the Ranger, and the Balancer could be regarded as another kind of Ranger.

Most of the teaching soldiers wore simple hard leather armor and bronze swords, and relied on equipment worth hundreds of gold to become apprentice swordsmen and knights. The best of them became Balancers, mastering extraordinary power and superb skills.

When the war in the south became more and more tense, 40,000 newly dressed troops went along the southern avenue for reinforcement.

The teaching army of the Nature Research Society gathered at the southern border was about 200,000.

Many high-level players such as Shen Xuan and Miss Xiao still did not participate in the war in large numbers. This was a war of mortals. Their enemies were not believers, but the messengers of the gods standing behind the believers.

In the kingdom of the God of Nature, Byertolia.

The power of faith as strong as the morning sun illuminates the interior of the kingdom of God, where it is spring all year round. The mottled jungle, climbing vines, and alien species from ancient times and dimensions exist across time. The interior of the kingdom of God is like an independent world, and in the center is a vast primeval jungle.

The jungle gradually rises, and where towering ancient trees hundreds of meters high meet, stands a monotonous temple with only a few hundred meters high rock pillars.

The spring of life flows around the temple, and an old man in a gray robe is surrounded by countless unicorns and Pegasus. He is the legendary father god, the balancer, the god of nature worshipped by elves and many peace-loving humans.

The god of nature is independent, not accepted by the elf pantheon, not recognized by human gods, he is a loner, a lonely god.

There was a wave of water in the space, the curious unicorn looked up, and rare anger appeared in his pure eyes. Byertolia comforted the cute little beast, and the unicorn slowly calmed down.

The god of nature looked at the unique existence in the temple that reflected the lower world like a mirror, felt the messages transmitted from billions of planes, and the various events that happened in the other planes appeared in his boundless mind.

The unicorn raised its head again. It could sense what the Father was thinking - the fallen killed the Father's children and destroyed the homes of the believers. The ruby ​​color returned to its eyes.

Byrtolia gently touched the unicorn's body again, and it nodded. A raging storm surged in the temple, and the space channel was directly opened.

The unicorn jumped inside and disappeared into the void...