Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 790 The war is over
With the death of the tyrannical ruler.

The blessings He bestowed upon other evil gods through His intense burning also dissipated.

This situation was like adding insult to injury for the evil gods, and could even be said to have directly shattered the already fragile situation.

The players naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass them by, and launched a fierce and intense offensive.

They also spared no effort in sacrificing their lives; during the war, candlelight would provide the ability to revive.

Of course, players are not without flaws and not all united.

On the contrary, many players even clashed on the battlefield over killing each other, refusing to give way, and then started fighting each other.

After all, for some players, war contributions can be forgone, but regaining face is of utmost importance.

However, this is only a minority, and it won't affect the overall situation no matter what.

Faced with the endless torrent of players, the evil gods of the gathering place were ultimately unable to resist.

They knew clearly that their end was near...

Faced with impending death, the remaining evil gods reacted in different ways.

Some evil gods, in utter despair, burn with a final, desperate frenzy, engaging in a bloody battle with the players until their deaths.

Some evil gods were so frightened that they lost their will to fight, abandoned their former dignity, and knelt down to beg for mercy from the players.

Some evil gods, having foreseen their fate, were disheartened and chose to end their own lives in a more dignified way.

But overall, most of them put up a stubborn resistance.

After all, even though they are just evil gods, in their own eyes they are still gods, not pigs to be slaughtered by players.

These evil gods naturally received a righteous beating from the players, who unleashed a barrage of damage, causing one evil god after another to perish in agony...

After defeating the evil god and occupying the center of the assembly area.

Many players then turned their attention to the battlefield near the campfire.

Over there, the evil gods and creatures, having lost the blessing of the Supreme Tyrant, are also suffering defeat after defeat, and winning the war is likely only a matter of time.

But the players weren't going to miss out on these war contributions, and they roared as they charged toward the other side of the battlefield.

This brought the already dominant campfire even closer to victory.

Most of the firewood gatherers don't mind players stealing kills. In their eyes, there's no concept of stealing kills; their only goal is to kill enemies efficiently and survive.

Therefore, they are naturally happy to help the players.

But the players' overwhelming enthusiasm still surprised and puzzled them.

"My God...aren't they tired? And they don't seem scared at all?"

"I always felt that they were even more cruel and bloodthirsty than these evil gods and monsters..."

"It seems the reward the candlelight bestowed upon them must have been quite generous..."

Some of the firewood gatherers were discussing that while the campfire did offer rewards for participating in the war, it was mostly done through "recruitment" rather than on a voluntary basis like the candlelight.

Shortly after the players joined the war.

A painful scream suddenly echoed from the sky.

Looking up, they saw that the charred beast riders by the campfire had torn the Blood River Saint Lord's head off, killing him completely.

In an instant, the blood river at the entire gathering place began to dry up.

Without the evil god's encouragement, the number of subordinate monsters dwindled, and some even died on the spot because they lost their source of power.

Finally, the last evil god died with a scream.

The war... has finally come to an end.

Next, it's time to clean up the battlefield and handle the aftermath.

……

"Heh...huh..."

Beneath the dark clouds, Cassius knelt on one knee in the battlefield littered with blood and corpses, his body covered in wounds and bloodstains, breathing heavily.

A deep wound extended from his back to his shoulder blade, but he had used a secret method to stop the bleeding and heal much of it.

He looked at the players laughing and joking in the distance and felt somewhat out of place in the atmosphere of the battlefield.

I don't know why they are always so resilient and strong...

Is it because, according to the rumors, they treated everything as an unreal experience, like a "dream"?

Even in a dream... seeing the same thing every day would surely cause confusion and pain...

Cassius still couldn't understand.

However, it must be said that their actions also diluted the stench of blood in the air.

"How about it?"

At that moment, a voice came from beside him, along with a knight's hand stained with blood.

"Visek".

Upon hearing this voice, Cassius reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, using its strength to stand up from the battlefield.

The figure before him was thin, wearing a half-helmet and light gray-brown armor, with a strangely shaped staff-sword at his waist, stained with a lot of blood.

It is clear that he is a soldier, but he is not just a soldier.

Compared to Blood Fist Kasius, Vysek is much stronger, both in terms of aura and ignition point.

"So, how did the Strongest Firewood Gatherer fare this time?"

Cassius smiled slightly and teased.

“Not bad,” Visek replied.

“You’re as boring as ever.” Cassius rolled his eyes, stretched, and said, “I saw you kill an evil god with my own eyes.”

“It doesn’t deserve the title of evil god.” Vysek shook his head. “In Irene’s words, it’s just an evil entity that brings misfortune to the world.”

"Ah... here we go again. You only talk so much when your witch is mentioned." Cassius shook his head helplessly.

Vysek did not respond to his words, but silently looked into the distance at the two halves of the rotting, maggot-infested corpse.

"...corruption...and deep-seated corruption..."

“There are actually races that can withstand the power of this ash.”

"Cassius, what do you think?"

Visek seemed to have some ideas, and he asked Cassius for his opinion.

But Cassius seemed puzzled: "What do you mean? What do you want to ask me? The potential threat of the candlelight?"

Upon hearing his words, Vysek silently withdrew his gaze without saying a word. Clearly, Cassius had not understood what he meant.

Cassius was also puzzled by this, but no matter how much he pressed him, Vysek wouldn't tell him what he wanted to ask.

……

After the war ended, it was time to clean up the battlefield.

Rogue and the campfire faction quickly held talks and began discussing the distribution.

Since he had already communicated with Agoni before coming, there were no major disagreements on the distribution. There were only some transactions and exchanges in the distribution of items such as the remains of evil gods.

Well, I don't know if it's because of the fuel he supplied to the campfire earlier, but when the two sides were talking, the Charcoal Beast Rider didn't say a word, just listened quietly to the conversation between Agoni and Rogue.

Some time later, Agoni took the spoils from the campfire and bid farewell to Rogge.

However, at this moment, the old man with the lantern in the campfire suddenly appeared as a ghost and gave Rogge a piece of advice.

"The power of the candlelight remains vivid in our memory, and Your Excellency's character is pure and noble." "But please allow me to presume to offer a word of advice."

"...If the holy flame rejects something, then it must be impure."

"Never raise a tiger that will turn on you...it will backfire."

Undoubtedly, the old man with the lantern was talking about the Corpse Spirit Clan, and he still cared about it very much.

To this, Roger remained remarkably calm: "According to you, if fire rejects water, then water is impure?"

"The burning of poisonous wood produces deadly smoke, but is poisonous wood inherently sinful?"

After hearing what Roger said.

The old man with the lantern remained silent for a long time before slowly replying.

"That's all."

"I only hope that if the flames ever break, they won't burn anyone else..."

He had given the necessary reminders, but he didn't know what to do with the candle or what the consequences would be.

If it weren't for the other party's power and the enormous harm that an accident could cause to the world, he wouldn't even bother to ask.

Unfortunately, in his view, it's impossible to persuade a damned ghost with kind words.

"I don't know what the future holds."

"But so far, my judgment has been good; at least I have never taken a fellow countryman executioner like Yasum as my subordinate."

Roger said lightly.

Some old people love to rely on their age and seniority to teach others how to do things.

If you say you have a lot of experience and many successful cases, then Roger might be more patient and listen.

But not only is your campfire operation poorly managed, your staff is also a mixed bag with some questionable practices...

Then may I ask you what you want to instruct me on?
How do you learn to be a loser?
If Rogge were to listen to the other party's so-called "advice" and "suggestions"... then the players would be in for a rough time.

The old man with the lantern listened without saying a word, and his expression was unknown.

The atmosphere between the two seemed a bit off.

Argoni quickly changed the subject, offering a few casual compliments before bidding farewell to Rogge.

After watching them leave.

Rogge shook his head slightly, then put the matter out of his mind and began to collect the remains of the evil god and settle the war contributions with the players.

It must be said that although these evil gods are all just random characters, their power systems are quite interesting and worth taking a look at.

Moreover, the appearance and attack methods of these evil god corpses can provide Rogue with a lot of inspiration. He can turn them into props and weapons and put them in the Spirit Candle Shop to fool another wave of new players.

The large-scale regional team battle "Gathering Place of Evil Gods" has ended.

[Calculating your contribution to this war...]

"Hahaha, over three thousand! I can finally buy fashionable clothes!"

"Ahhhhh, what a huge contribution! So awesome! I don't have to go through all that trouble every day to camp out at the Fireborne or take on the hidden quests on Candlewood Island anymore. I'm going to go to the contribution shop and buy some pretty clothes!"

"I've been accumulating a lot of contribution points just by observing from the sidelines, hehe, war missions definitely give you the most!"

A group of junior players, upon seeing their war contribution credits arrive, were like office workers on payday, full of energy and excitedly shouting as they received their money.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Rogge gave so much this time.

Some players have already started arguing about how to spend their war contribution points.

"Ha, only fools buy fashion items. As a proper player, I only buy practical equipment!"

"Ha, only bumpkins use equipment. As a qualified player, I must ensure that I look incredibly cool from every angle!"

"Dude, what's the use of being handsome? In front of the boss, you're just a better-looking spinning top."

"Dude, you can find weapons and make equipment, but looking good is for life. If you don't dress up nicely, you'll behave yourself during the cutscenes."

Just as the two players were arguing heatedly, their faces flushed red.

A player carrying a dragonspine greatsword on his shoulder and wearing only a pair of shorts looked at them and spoke confidently with a wise look in his eyes.

"What's there to argue about?"

"If you ask me... it's best not to wear it at all, and save all the attributes for the weapon."

"And that way, the whole world will be my clothes! Yohohohoho~"

Upon hearing this, both players immediately turned their gazes to him, and their faces involuntarily darkened.

The guys were discussing what to wear, and you just said it's best not to wear anything?!

"roll!"

"okay."

……

Settlement complete.

[War Contribution +35771]

"It's burned out. This time it's really burned out."

Li Miao slumped down beside the milestone candle, panting heavily.

His armor was covered in wounds and dents, with some areas showing huge damage and signs of erosion... There was no doubt that the resistance of the remaining evil god still caused them a lot of suffering.

However, from the perspective of its contribution to the war effort, it was still very worthwhile.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"I'm rich now!"

“Finally I have money!”

"I'll buy whatever I want, damn it!"

Compared to Li Miao, the person who got ashore was much more excited, jumping up and down with joy.

He threw Dragon Star Meteor several times on the battlefield, and the damage from those attacks was counted as part of his contribution. Therefore, the war contribution he received this time even exceeded that of Li Miao.

Black Mountain Demon, Frog Boy Mangzi, and others were also there, and their excited discussions never stopped.

"Well done, thank you for your cooperation."

At this moment, Yuanfang walked out and nodded slightly to the crowd.

"Oh, right, Yuanfang," Li Miao suddenly remembered something, "You've been commanding from the rear, have you been paid your war contribution?"

Upon hearing this, the other players also realized the problem; the fact that Yuanfang had been directing from behind was actually something they had pushed out.

Firstly, other players don't have the ability, and secondly, everyone wants to farm war contribution points...

"It's settled, a little over 20,000, not bad," Yuanfang replied.

Hearing this, Li Miao naturally felt relieved. It seemed that Lingzhu was as thoughtful as ever, not neglecting the contributions of any player.

"Hey, where's the storyteller?"

Li Miao looked around but couldn't see the other person.

Yuanfang spoke up: "That's exactly what I wanted to talk about... Regarding the handling of the evil god, we'll probably have to go find the Candlekeeper."

"You mean that Dieter?" Li Miao immediately thought of that disgusting evil god who wanted to kiss his feet.

“It’s not that guy, he’s useless,” Niu Niu explained. “It’s that Garo, his soft tissue adhesive fluid is quite useful, so I think we might be able to spare his life…”

(End of this chapter)