Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

In Nadir in autumn, the sky gets dark after six o'clock.

An official from the Inner Tax Department and two operators appeared on a trail outside the north city gate on a strong ground lizard horse, galloping towards the city gate.

The suburban peasants walking on this road, who worked in the city during the day and went out of the city at night to go home for the night, saw the uniforms of the three men from afar and hurriedly got out of the way.

It wasn't until the figures of the three members of the Taxation Department disappeared that these suburban farmers who gave way in fear and trepidation dared to spit in a low voice, cursing in a low voice: "I ran into a yellow-skinned dog, how unlucky!"

The uniform of the Taxation Department is usually mainly yellow that is close to gold. Whether it is a city resident or a farmer in the country, they are quite displeased with the "yellow dog"...the hard-earned income has to be taken out of their pockets To these people, whoever likes to see the tax department is a strange thing.

Of course, the people in the tax department never cared whether they were popular with the public, and it was impossible for them to receive a few more months of monthly salary.

Turning out of the path, and seeing the tall North City Gate in the distance, the somewhat obese tax official slowed down significantly in waving his horsewhip.

The ground lizard horse with high endurance and high load was not much more comfortable to ride than ordinary horses. After only jolting on the horse's back for more than an hour, the tax officer felt a dull pain in the flesh of the inner thigh.

Taking a look at the sky, it was still a long time before the city gate was closed. The tax officer was not in a hurry anymore. He muttered a few words about how annoying the tax-resistant peasants were, so he parked his horse by the side of the road, dismounted and untied his belt... He had been drinking when he came back from town, and he already felt his stomach swell.

The two operators also drank a lot of rum, and stopped the horse like the tax officer.

The three men were facing the woods on the side of the road, and there was a sound of rushing water.

After some relief, the three of them were about to get on their horses and enter the city again, when an operator noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly turned around.

Deep in the woods, a sneaky figure flashed and disappeared.

"Who?!"

The operator immediately pulled out the revolver at his waist and strode into the forest.

The operators of the tax department are different from other departments. Each official operator can be equipped with firearms in addition to conventional knives.

The development of firearms in this world is the same as that on the earth. It was also born in response to the needs of war after the advent of the industrial age.

Unlike the earth, the gun technology in this world has not been further explored. After the appearance of fixed ammunition and firing technology, there is no next step.

The reason is simple. Purely physical attack guns are not suitable for the more complex war environment in this world. Most non-human monsters don't care about small bullet penetration wounds. The effect of queuing up and shooting is far less than that of heavy monsters. Dressed up as a group of knights charging.

Even if it is an internal human war, the role of guns is very limited... Most spellcasters have a spiritual realm that can affect the physical rules in the area. The spiritual realm is a very difficult thing.

It can't be applied to the frontal battlefield, but it is very suitable for public security warfare. For civilians and professional-level powerhouses who have not yet completed their advancement, firearms are still quite deterrent weapons.

The taxation department operatives who can equip guns are more deterrent to civilians than the people of the church - even if the operatives with guns are actually impossible to be the opponent of any night watchman.

The two operators with guns strode into the forest, and soon found the guy who was sneakily hiding his head and showing his tail.

Seeing this "person" clearly, the two aggressive operators uttered short screams at the same time, and quickly retreated out of the woods with a figure that was more agile than when they chased them in...

Standing in the woods is... a monster without a head!

The operator who escaped from the woods did not stop at all, quickly mounted his horse, and galloped away.

This kind of weird incident beyond the scope of their ability to carry guns in their hands is not under their control.

The "monster" in the forest silently "watched" the three ground lizards go away in embarrassment.

Then... "It" squatted down slowly, took out a bare skull from the wildly growing grass under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and put it on its neck...

"Next time, find a place farther away from the road to get off the assembly line." Zhao Zhenzhen muttered, then squatted in the grass and pulled the backpack out.

Putting the backpack on and covering the conspicuous bald skull with the hood that came with the cloak, Zhao Zhenzhen looked in the direction of Innador and sighed: "It's not difficult to shape 'Von Alphonse' into a tragic hero... ...But wouldn't things in the town be delayed?"

Ban had already returned to Westham before she went offline last time, and there was no one else around Zhao Zhenzhen.

But... after Zhao Zhenzhen expressed this feeling...someone actually responded.

A very familiar voice belonging to an adult male passed through the imprint matrix and was directly transmitted to Zhao Zhenzhen's ears: "There is no delay, you have to trust others."

Zhao Zhenzhen who heard this voice fell silent for a while...

"Yang, you're not an NPC, right?" Zhao Zhenzhen said quietly.

One day before the game time, when Yang released the death mission to her, he still insisted on the NPC mode and sent a mission text...

When she got in the carriage and left the town, Yang didn't even bother with the task text program, so he directly "transmitted the sound across thousands of miles" and asked her to find a way to make the exorcist vest of "Von Alphonse" into a tragic one. By the way, the fact that the exorcist "Von Alphonse" had cooperated with the night watchmen of the Church of Gold Coins into an iron-clad fact—she felt something was wrong.

This time, after going online after dark in the "game", Yang actually communicated with her in such a non-"NPC" and life-like tone... Obviously, this guy intends to show his cards.

The man's voice in his head chuckled, and said, "Your think tank should have already made a judgment on this point."

Zhao Zhenzhen fell into silence again.

It's not that she has nothing to say, but that she doesn't have enough information, and it's difficult to judge Yang's bottom line for a while.

After weighing it up, Zhao Zhenzhen decided not to rush to investigate Yang's details for the time being—since the other party has expressed their intention to communicate and contact, it will be a matter of time before the two sides further deepen their understanding and meet each other frankly (showing their cards); .

Huaxia people never lack patience.

After determining the route, Zhao Zhenzhen quickly found the position of maintaining a friendly and cooperative relationship with Yang. Since Yang has worked so hard to disguise this world as a game, from the standpoint of the friendly side, he should naturally release friendly signals and provide corresponding cooperation.

In other words, continue with the status quo.

So Zhao Zhenzhen didn't ask Yang's real identity at all, but said: "The key point of this mission is the Gold Coin Church?"

When she threw away the exorcist vest before, Yang had signaled the young Brooke to take the initiative to inform the Church of Gold Coins that the "sealed item" had been amputated by him.

Zhao Zhenzhen thought on her knees, and guessed two main points: First, that "sealed item" is very important to the natives of this world, and only if it falls into Yang's hands can the Gold Coin Church give up.

The second is that the Church of Gold Coins will undoubtedly anger the exorcist vest of "Von Alphonse"—and this is Yang's intention.

Yang Qiu admired this lady's precise grasp of the scale of cooperation between the two parties, and said frankly: "Yes, due to some historical issues, the Gold Coin Church is not willing to have anything to do with me, and I need the friendship of the Gold Coin Church, even if it is Superficial friendship."

Zhao Zhenzhen: "..."

It's a pity not to run for the president of the United States of America to make it look like you're just trying to make friends with other people.

"All in all, it's enough to just go to the Gold Coin Church, isn't that what you mean?" Zhao Zhenzhen avoided the main road and walked towards the north gate of Inadoli City.

"Not bad." The voice in my head seemed to appreciate Zhao Zhenzhen's understanding, and said happily, "The Gold Coin Church is not much better than other churches in this world, but the Gold Coin Church has an advantage that I personally appreciate, that is, it is practical enough , not so old-fashioned. As long as the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, their priests will be willing to hold their noses and endure their dissatisfaction."

Saying the words "this world" to Zhao Zhenzhen's ears means that Yang admits that he is a person from Earth...

Zhao Zhenzhen resisted the urge to ask if the other party was from Huaxia, and asked another question she was very curious about: "Is there really a god in this world?"

"Yes." Yang answered her question almost without hesitation, "However, the so-called gods are just some kind of powerful non-ordinary existences, not the omnipotence that the earth's religions boast about in order to fabricate the authority of gods."

This kind of extremely blasphemous speech would probably scare the audience to death, but it is well accepted by Zhao Zhenzhen.

"What about the evil god?" Zhao Zhenzhen asked again.

If the evil god is just a "background of the main plot of the exile town" that Yang made up and only exists in the player's understanding, then Zhao Zhenzhen would not ask this question.

But... There are reports of cult incidents in the newspapers, not one issue or two; there are even two records of cases caused by local cult sacrifices decades ago in the archives of the exile town hall, this is not "" The game background made up" can explain it.

"Have you read the Innatrix Daily, this year's chronology is 1032 of the new era. It is the habit of this world to recalculate the era from the year when the new and old gods alternate after the war of the gods." Yang's reply was still very straightforward. , "Gods do not exist forever. Every thousand or thousands of years in the battle of the gods, there will be a number of gods who will fall. The godhead will disintegrate and return to the law of the world to become part of the magic element, and the main consciousness will fall. Into the endless void."

"Once a fallen god loses his status as a righteous god and a large number of believers, no matter what the priesthood he was in charge of before, he will gradually lose his divinity as time goes by and go crazy."

"Crazy gods will still instinctively project their will into the material plane and develop believers. His madness will also pollute believers. For fragile humans, the crazy will poured into them by the gods is irresistible."

"These fallen ancient gods are evil gods."

Zhao Zhenzhen could feel the cold sweat on her forehead.

Yang even admitted his identity as an Earthling, so there is no need to lie.

In other words... This is indeed not the game background he made up, but reality!

"Doesn't this mean that there are quite a lot of real evil gods?" Zhao Zhenzhen said.

"Innumerable." Yang said concisely.

After a pause, Yang added meaningfully: "In addition to worshiping evil gods, for creatures living in this world, absorbing magic power, coming into contact with infected people, or touching untouchable objects are also lead to mental pollution."

Zhao Zhenzhen exhaled lightly...

Of course she could understand Yang's hint—the plan of "one day I will set foot on a foreign land in person" planned by the young people in the expert group can be declared to be over.

In such a wonderful world, real people must never come here!