"Miss Eina, are you okay?" Eina has not yet recovered from the incident just now. She was so shocked by what was unfolding that she even forgot to say thank you. However, there are some advantages to being a hero in Orario. Realistic adventurers are not so naive as to think that heroes should have the obligation to save themselves. Faced with such despicable scum, they even want to speak out for them. No one exists. She was just stunned for a moment because the contrast between Roland's image at this moment and the previous image was too great. "No, I'm fine, Mr. Roland, thanks to you." Compared to Aina's implicit thanks, Bell on the other side was much more enthusiastic. "Thank you, Lord Sword Hero!" Although he had seen such a bloody scene, the face of this rabbit-like white-haired boy was more filled with admiration than fear and decadence. Bell looked at Roland with a grateful expression. "It's just a matter of effort, and I've seen a lot of this kind of thing along the way." Roland shrugged, not caring about Bell's gratitude at all. After all, saving the protagonist of the original work was just a matter of convenience.
“Even if it’s just a piece of cake for you, to me, there’s nothing more handsome than this!” Bell looked at Roland seriously, hesitating a little, but in the end he bowed to Roland extremely seriously. "If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely do my best to repay you!" That expression of sincerity and sincerity was by no means false. Although it looked the same as before, Bell's eyes were simply shining now. This attitude made Roland a little bit subtle. After all, if it weren't for his intrusion, the protagonist's situation would be very different now. And now, it seems that he has replaced his role as a guide? Roland nodded slightly, did not continue to talk nonsense, and led the survivors in the tavern out of the door. Outside the door, there were groups of survivors holding various weapons and wearing different clothes. They were obviously all The results of Roland's previous rescue. In this apocalyptic catastrophe, no matter how hard-hearted the person is, he cannot help but be moved. So many people have turned into irredeemable monsters, and the distinctions between identity, race, and even family members have become meaningless. Only strength, only the strong are qualified to save everything. Without anyone’s advice, people without strength also know how to live better. The survivors' eyes unconsciously turned to Roland. After being trapped in a building and having no choice but to sit back and watch the zombies infect the unfortunates without being able to do anything about it and unable to wait for official rescue, many people have woken up. The companions cannot be relied on, and the favors given by the gods may disappear in the next moment. Roland, who can have power and create miracles even if he does not need the favor, and actually saves them from desperate situations, has become the only one in the hearts of these survivors. of dawn. Even without the need for communication, Roland had already been promoted to the top of the pyramid of representative status without even expressing his stance, even higher than the gods. Roland also jumped on the signboard of the tavern in time, looking down at everything under his feet. He could clearly read the aura emanating from the burning souls of the people around him. Worship, reverence, dependence. Faced with human evil that could privately cause more horrific disasters than this virus, they actually gave their love without hesitation. Roland wanted to laugh inexplicably. So, he spoke. "I once heard that human beings are like a flock of pigeons. As long as one flies to the right, they will all fly to the right. No matter whether there is an abyss or a storm ahead, they will follow blindly because most people have no responsibility at all. Courage and grace.”
"How similar are you people today to pigeons?" Roland used spicy words to pierce the essence of this group of survivors, but facing the hero who had just saved them, although they were psychologically uncomfortable, they could not utter a single word of rebuttal except for their faces getting hot. "But, it's definitely not a bad thing." Suddenly, Roland changed the subject and softened his tone. "The king has the talent of a king, and the chef has the talent of a chef. Being able to recognize oneself is by no means a bad thing. Because of this, all races will unite to regain the land and build a counterattack against the underground city. Tower of Babel." Roland's words were incredibly infectious. "In the final analysis, everyone is trying to overcome insecurity and fear in order to live with peace of mind! Whether it is for fame and fortune, to dominate others, or to make money, it is all for peace of mind! Getting married or making friends is also for peace of mind! Working for peace is actually making excuses for your own peace of mind!” "In that case, what's wrong with being a dove among the doves?" Roland looked around the audience, staring into the confused pupils. "You should know that I have no obligation to be a savior, and there is no reason to save everyone. The only thing I can guarantee is that whoever is willing to follow me, I will give him eternal peace of mind." "And now, I want to ask you a question. Whether you agree with my idea or not, the people I saved - have you seen it?" "Have you seen the battle between the zombie tide and me, which makes even the strongest adventurers in this city fearful? Have you seen the power that I, who have been dubbed a hero, possess? As Roland finished speaking, every survivor holding a weapon had a ferocious expression on his face. It was not fear and uneasiness, but great joy and pride. The atmosphere among the survivors surrounding Roland was very lively, and their eyes were full of fanaticism. "Yes! Lord Hero, insult the tide of corpses! The hero of the sword is invincible in the world!" "Invincible!" In less than half an hour, Roland fought his way back and forth on the main road where most of Orario's population gathered, rescued all the survivors who were still struggling to survive, and took the lead to clear the way for them. Of course, he couldn't cover everything. Although he alone stopped the main force of the zombie tide that had regrouped, there would always be some that were hidden deeper, causing regrettable casualties. Of course, these costs are completely innocuous in the eyes of the remaining survivors. Compared with the despair of hiding in a dilapidated building and waiting for death, the fact that they can find new support has made them subconsciously ignore those insignificant sacrifices. They saw the hope of surviving in this hell, so they also worshiped the embodiment of hope with great enthusiasm. "That's enough. In that case, I don't want to waste any more words. People who decide to follow me should not raise any doubts about my decision. There is no family here, and there is no existence of God. The only one here is me! Your sword hero!" Roland's volume continued to rise. "And any disaster or enemy who wants to take away my things, whether it is the underground city or other families, I will crush them. What you have to do is to give full play to your talents and contribute to me. Those who refuse because of I will feel sorry for those who died for me, but I will not feel sad.” "Because I don't need any self-righteous fools challenging my authority. Anyone who doesn't obey me can get out of here right now." Roland was silent for a while, looking at the crowd below. After hearing no unnecessary noise, he nodded with satisfaction. "very good,"
Roland showed a gentle smile and turned words into a weapon to inspire people. "Then, before heading towards the Tower of Babel, before starting the battle, please stand up proudly. In this disaster, those who have survived until now, whether you have gained life because of your wisdom or courage, , or whether it was simply luck that survived, until now, you are the best evidence that proves the existence of hope and miracles." Roland raised his head, stretched out his finger, pointed at everyone and said. "My friends, you are the real heroes!" The flame of fanaticism pushed the exuberant personality cult to its climax. "Lord Roland! We respect your teeth!" Crazy sounds came one after another, quickly attracting the remaining corpse tide. However, although the survivors still had an instinctive fear of their existence, none of them moved and began to run away. They quietly watched the tide of corpses coming, and stared at the omnipotent savior raising the holy sword in his hand. Whether they were adventurers, ordinary people, or foreign traders, they all cheered as if they had completely lost their minds at this moment. Cheering in the name of a hero, cheering for this achievement and great cause, using one person's power to rescue all survivors from the zombie wave in the center. They cheered and celebrated this great achievement that belonged to one person alone. No one needed to remind Roland that he could feel the sense of accomplishment pulsing in his heart. Another secret word, found accidentally. Being born to be a ruler, of course, he should hold everything in hand and enjoy praise and honor. The great cause of upgrading to lv3 has been achieved. Roland waved out Esther. "Zheng——!" The brilliance takes away all the colors in the world. The bright sword light moved straight forward, penetrating the space in front of it with the zombie tide. The boundless magic contained in it caused the atmosphere to surge and turn into broken air waves. The zombies on the edge of the sword light could still leave their residual limbs, but those facing the center , only empty nothingness remains. Even the sun in the sky pales in comparison. The silver sword light turned into the purest and most solemn judgment, like a divine punishment, shattering all despair. Like thunder galloping, like a flash of light. "Secret Emperor? No, I am far from being just the Emperor of Darkness." Roland smiled. He can be a hero, he can be a devil, he can even be a savior, but in the end, he must become the eternal emperor of his own kingdom.
