Orario opens a new chapter. The first wave of the biological crisis has passed. With the help of Roland's superhuman strength and many first-level adventurers who were basically undamaged, the corrupt situation was quickly brought under control. However, the dawn has not yet fully arrived. Under the sun, monsters incarnated by dead people are wandering everywhere in the ancient city. They were wandering around the surrounding streets in pursuit of the vague aura, and they could be seen everywhere. Occasionally, zombies transformed into adventurers who had very superior physical fitness compared to ordinary people could be seen jumping between the rooftops. Compared with the number of ordinary zombies that can be controlled, these advanced adventurers are the survivors' nightmare. After all, for zombies who are not afraid of death, they don't need to care about their injuries at all. They only need to attack to win. As a result, these adventurer zombies often have the ability to leapfrog and fight, making them very difficult to deal with. At this moment, a zombie who was far faster and more powerful than the others, with the Elephant mask still on his head and who was famous in Orario during his lifetime, was being trampled under the feet of a figure. He was still struggling hard, trying to raise his arms to attack the human who was stepping on his spine. The sharp virus crystals on his fingers were still emitting a chilling light under the light. But his end was just that he became inspirational material for heroes.
"Keep moving forward, with the high-level adventurers as the core. These guys who are only level 4 at their strongest cannot be our opponents. As long as your own formation does not break up, the high-level adventurers will solve these difficulties for you." Roland shouted loudly. Those who received his orders were an army of low-level adventurers. They were holding standard spears and crowded around the first-level adventurers with different equipment. These weapons are also in the inventory of the Tower of Babel. Compared with the weapons that the adventurers may be better at, Roland deliberately asked them to use long spears. Monsters and zombies in dungeons are two completely different modes. Humanoid creatures and infectiousness alone are enough to frustrate many adventurers. Therefore, for efficiency reasons, it is more effective to let these adventurers use long guns. Distance is an important factor in inspiring courage. When we are far apart and have teammates, let alone adventurers who have experienced dungeons, even ordinary people who have formed a temporary organization dare to go up and stab a few times. Coupled with this, as a first-level adventurer, with the Tower of Babel as the center, the cleanup of Orario's inner city is in full swing. "yes!" The low-level adventurers cheered themselves up and pointed the spears in their hands at the staggering zombies, stabbing them out with all their strength. Compared to ordinary armies, the attacks speared by adventurers produced an unimaginable visual effect. Many zombies' heads were directly pierced, accompanied by clear sounds of bone shattering. Although the consciousness of these zombies has died, in essence, it is just the virus that controls the body on their behalf. The brain and heart are both critical. "Success!" "Long live the sword hero!" "You all die, I will expel all of you bastards from Orario!" After a while, cheers of surprise came from the teams everywhere, followed closely by a huge sense of accomplishment. But soon, these emotions quickly turned into hero worship. The more severe the moment, the more prevalent blind worship is. Are zombies strong? Except for a few special cases caused by high-level adventurers being infected, ordinary zombies are far less powerful than the monsters in the dungeon.
Otherwise, Roland wouldn't have been able to save so many people yesterday, especially for a fantasy land. The high-level adventurers who met at the Tower of Babel yesterday were basically intact. At level 5, there was no sign of attrition. If they had not been unlucky enough to be infected before the virus broke out, there was basically no possibility of these people being infected. sex. But people are afraid of the unknown. Even if you know that it is difficult for you to miss, as long as the possibility of infection exists, there is bound to be uneasiness. Roland's role is to serve as a flag to dispel uneasiness. To do all this with stable order, effective camp, and absolute power, of course, he also gained the most attention. In this regard, even the gods are happy to see the result. At this moment, the shining hope is too important. "There's nothing wrong with zombies... As long as the hero is here, we can probably clear a main road today." "Rather than this, it's more important to go to the dungeon for an expedition first. It's rare that all the first-level adventurers are here. If we don't take advantage of this moment to launch an expedition and solve the culprit, what will we do when the next disaster strikes?" "...I think we need to take a long-term approach. We can only say that we have the upper hand for the time being. It would be too much of a gamble to send all the superior combat power to the expedition. If there is any loss, the situation will be completely irreversible..." In the heated atmosphere, before a hesitant voice could finish speaking, fists around him interrupted his words. "Bang——!" "This is the wish of the Sword Hero, how can you question him! You are an enemy!" "Enemy, grass! Enemy, fight!" Not long after, the crowd broke into riots due to differences in ideas, and even the team's progress had to be stopped. It was not until several first-level adventurers got together that they rescued the unlucky guy who was being beaten. . "Counting the two yesterday, this is the third time this has happened." Finn walked to the silent Roland and sighed. "Your reputation now has completely surpassed that of the gods. In addition to the people not being stingy in praising you with all the beautiful words they can think of, even those who have different opinions from you will be ostracized. Now they are completely I started thinking with you as the center.” "So what?" Roland took a breath and smiled. "As long as my actions are not motivated by pure selfish desires, you will still stand by me, Finn. Only on this point, I can assure you that I did not have the necessity to pursue fame and honor. The idea of going on an expedition.” "Everything I did was to solve this disaster and help the world itself, including the idea of an expedition, which I judged to be an absolutely indispensable action." The simple sense of justice in these words suddenly made Finn swallow the questions in his heart again. He looked at Roland's eyes without any haze. For a moment, the two of them were relatively speechless. It wasn't until Finn took the initiative to speak that the silence was broken again. "I understand, although I still have doubts in my heart, I believe you, but even if the people who support you are the majority, there will always be another opinion, just like today." The civilians Roland rescued accounted for the majority of the people in the Tower of Babel, but as Finn said, in a disaster, it is impossible for everyone to be united, especially in this fantasy world, even if Roland has reached the human level, At the peak of hope, there are still some transcendent people. Gods are creatures who pursue fun. In Orario, the power of pure good gods often does not reach its peak. Therefore, regarding the disaster itself, the gods will indeed be panicked at first, but when the situation begins to stabilize, it will soon be over. There are gods with a powerful interest in this newfangled zombie apocalypse.
For gods who like to compare, the pleasure brought by continuing to enjoy themselves in this environment is ten times or even nine times more exciting than in peacetime. In addition, Orario has suffered heavy losses and the clan's forces are undergoing a major reshuffle. It is inevitable that some gods are ready to make a move. "Although these people don't have much power, they are quite experienced in holding things back. I'm afraid they are going to start an attack at today's meeting." "Just a clown." Roland raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic smile. "The reason why I worked so hard during this disaster is because the person who can pick up the napkin must be a character respected by thousands of people." Roland looked at Finn with great energy, and there was an unquestionable meaning in his words. "And now, I've picked up that original {napkin}!" "No one can stop the Great Crusade, because, with the fermentation of worship and the diminishing fear of zombies, the entire Orario has become like a powder keg ready to go. This is not just my wish. No, it’s the general trend of the times!” "Yeah...hero." Finn was silent for a while and said calmly. His attitude was unexpectedly calm. It was not so much that he had expected it, but that he had always been on the side of reason from the beginning. Rather than maintaining the situation, it is more to his liking to kill the culprit first. Under Finn's seemingly short body, there is also a madness that others have not seen. He looked at Roland, as if he wanted to say something more, but both of them suddenly shifted their gazes and looked towards the city in the distance. An energy that was more dazzling than any light in the world surged into the sky. No one needed to remind Finn to understand what this meant. "That is……" "God's return... At the moment when the situation began to stabilize, Youshen encountered a life-and-death crisis and was automatically repatriated?" Roland stared at the surging power in the light pillar and smiled with unknown meaning. "Interesting." —— "Fairweis! If you bear with me any longer, I've found the key!" Dionysus looked at the girl in front of him crazily, carefully raised the long needle stained with purple crystals, and pierced the girl's white skin. The apocalypse virus that found its host spread quickly, but when it spread to the size of half a hand, Dionysus quickly pulled out the needle and stopped the spread of the virus. "What a masterpiece..." He looked at the turbid purple crystals in a daze, and smiled like a madman. However, he did not stay stunned for long. He quickly took the wine bottle next to him and poured it into Feierweisi, who was infected with the Apocalypse Virus. Go down. As the lid of the pot is opened, the wonderful aroma in the wine pot gradually spreads, bringing with it a temptation that is unmatched by any wine. This is a divine wine that only gods can brew. If Roland or anyone from the Somo Family were here, they would realize a surprising fact. The divine wine in the hands of Dionysus is actually more attractive than Soma's. Although he is also the god of wine, I am afraid no one in Orario would have thought that Dionysus, who is usually unknown, can actually be more attractive than Soma. Soma, who was obsessed with brewing, made an even better divine wine. That kind of fragrance, let alone adventurers, even gods would be controlled and intoxicated by it.
But this shocking fact is still not as good as what happened to Faile Weiss. After drinking the entire can of wine, the size of the virus crystals on her body began to slowly shrink, and the traces of the virus returned to their original appearance and slowly fell off. Just two days after the Apocalypse virus began to spread, this god relied on his own skills to create a product with a similar effect to the vaccine. If this matter is revealed, even the sword hero's reputation will be suppressed. Yes. Philweis thought silently, but she knew that Dionysus would not take the initiative to expose this. Because, who would have thought that the seemingly peaceful Dionysus is actually an out-and-out evil god even among the dark factions? Long before today's disaster broke out, he had reached a cooperation with the monster who was now on the fifty-ninth floor, and because of this, he was able to survive this disaster safely. "The Apocalypse virus seems to have undergone wonderful changes compared to before... Once it reaches the middle stage, the effect of the divine wine has completely disappeared. It is as if the virus has completely merged with the host, and the mental state will be irreversible. , and become those zombies outside." Dionysus held his chin and carefully looked at the traces on Philweis's body that had completely disappeared, and her eyes that were getting sleepier and sleepier, and even their intelligence was about to disappear. "I always feel that this is not the effect of the Apocalypse virus itself, but that there is another thing that uses the virus itself as a host to change the victim's mental state little by little." Although he did not know the existence of the second spirit, as one of the earliest collaborators of the Apocalypse virus, Dionysus could still find some clues. This is why he has not gone to the Tower of Babel until now, but is hiding in this secret room alone to conduct experiments. He believes that the zombie-like mental state is not simply the end point, but the product of the halfway process of what is attached to the Apocalypse virus. So, by allowing him to complete a complete transformation, will he be able to witness the true face of the other party? Dionysus was very curious about this. This was also the reason why he kept infecting his own family members, Feierweisi, with viruses, and then directly cured them after reaching mild symptoms, thus continuing this horrific cycle. The deteriorating mental state of Phil Weiss is the best evidence that the Apocalypse virus has mutated. Even if she has not reached the point of losing consciousness, her state is getting worse step by step. Finally, after the sixth cycle, although there was no trace of the virus on her body, Fairfax still turned into the same state as the zombies outside. "Roar--!" She subconsciously pounced on Dionysus in front of her, wanting to attack, but was firmly controlled by the chains on the wall. Before entering the final state, Fairwis completely lost consciousness, but this seemingly failure made Dionysus smile with joy. He turned to look at the shadows behind him. "It's your turn, the other Failewis." Hearing the Lord God's call, Philweis looked at her clone with a complex expression, sighed helplessly, and finally sat down in front of Dionysus. When the consciousness of life is pushed to the limit, their consciousness will be completely dissolved, and the remaining part of the soul will be occupied by the virus. It is impossible to put what is latent in the Apocalypse virus into one person. Pulled out. However, it is possible to do this by using clone magic that can divide the status and ability values into two, and even have different personalities. After turning the souls of two beings into zombies, merging them into one, and then conducting the final experiment, even the toughest souls will be on the verge of collapse under this operation. However, even if she knew her own ending, Fairfax had no intention of resisting. For her who had become a weirdo, she had long lost the meaning of living in this world. Being able to die like this might actually be a good thing. kind of relief. Nearly half an hour later, under Dionysus's instructions, Fairweiss was reunited into one. Even the magic stone representing the vital signs was shining fiercely, and it looked like it was about to collapse. look like. Her consciousness was even more chaotic, and her body seemed to be broken.
But seeing this situation, Dionysus smiled like a mad scientist. "It's done, this is the last time!" Under his expectant gaze, Fairweather's magic stone was completely shattered, but no special energy fluctuations were released. Just when he was confused and wanted to touch the sculpture-like body in front of him, a sudden change occurred. . "puff--!" Under Dionysus's disbelieving gaze, Fairweese's body turned into a puddle of light orange liquid without any reason, spilling onto the ground and gradually spreading to his feet. "Is this the being hidden in the Apocalypse virus?" Just when Dionysus wanted to take a closer look, he found that the pool of orange liquid seemed to be alive, quickly clinging to his body and pouring into his mouth and nose. The moment the light orange liquid touched him, Dionysus understood its true nature. That is life, living life in its purest form. Although his mouth and nose were covered, Dionysus did not feel suffocated. On the contrary, he only felt countless emotions pouring out of his heart, including excitement, pity, pain, filth, and nobility. He soon realized that this was not the emotion of him as a god, but also of Phil Weiss. The spiritual distance between the two of them had never been so close, even beyond the distance between humans and gods, as if he too Just like Faileweisi, she has returned to the original state. Wait...return to the original? "No, Fairfax...!" Dionysus seemed to have realized something and went crazy to grab the orange liquid covering his face, but how could a mortal remove the running water? "You can't do this, you can't do this! I have found the truth of the world, and the entire lower world will be changed because of me... I am your companion, not the enemy..." He argued crazily to the void, as if he wanted to save something, but in the end he stopped abruptly. Dionysus' body finally fell down, completely covered in orange liquid. The next moment, in this small house with the door tightly closed, a pillar of light suddenly rose up to the sky. While completely burying the truth, it also announced the death of the god.