My Doomsday Simulator Game.

Chapter 298 296. The Cult’s Response

A week later.

There are large and small gathering places scattered in the wilderness outside Cangnan City. Some are rebuilt on the ruins of the city, some are transformed from abandoned towns, and some are newly established near monster-dense areas. They serve the army groups exploring the wilderness, scavengers, mercenaries... Just outside Cangnan City there is such a gathering place that was transformed from a ruined town. A new outdoor tavern has opened in the inner block, which is quite popular among the undead.

Wild tavern.

An undead man in combat uniform, holding a gun, walked into the tavern after lifting the cotton curtain. Behind him were two team members, one carrying a knife and the other carrying a sniper rifle. It seemed like a small army of only three people.

As the three of them walked into the pub, the LCD TV hanging on the counter was playing the news. Reporters were standing on the ruined building, reporting against the howling wind.

"Today is the third day since the Knights Templar declared war on the Doomsday Cultists. Not far from me, the man sitting on the balcony is the first generation of knights from the Knights Templar..."

The undead holding a gun casually sat down on the high stool, looked up at the news, and said in surprise: "It's the third day, and those doomsday believers haven't made any moves. They are really just rats living in the gutter."

"Same old?" the bartender asked without looking up from his glass.

"Of course it's the same as always. Alas, it's hard to get a drink these days."

The bartender put down his glass and rag and turned to look for wine on the cabinet. "Everything will be fine."

"These doomsday believers are hiding their heads and showing their tails. I'm afraid they are afraid and dare not fight."

"I heard that he was a knight who betrayed the Templars in the history of the Disaster. Tsk, that's all the courage he has."

In a dark corner of the tavern, a man in a black robe suddenly spoke up, "Maybe the doomsday believer just doesn't know the news?"

"Who cares?" The undead legionnaire shrugged. He didn't care about it at all.

The man in the corner was silent for a moment, drank the remaining wine in the glass, and slammed the door and left.

This caused everyone in the tavern to look at each other in confusion.

The man turned left on the street into a dark alley, crossed the collapsed brick wall, and seeing that there was no one behind him, he lifted up his arms, revealing the strange and bizarre patterns on his skin.

"Great Lord of Savior." He whispered in a low voice, and his dark face hidden by his hair revealed a pious expression.

"I am a sinner walking in the world. Please forgive my sins, grant me salvation, and open the door to the kingdom of God."

"Bring down salvation and open the door to the Kingdom of God."

The lines on the man's arms twisted like worms, extending golden threads into the unknown space and pulling him in.

Suddenly, the world changed. The dim alley disappeared, and golden light shone everywhere. The faint musty smell lingering at the tip of his nose was replaced by the fragrance of flowers, and he appeared in a half-collapsed church.

Golden light filtered through the broken glazed windows onto the stone floor, dyeing the wild grass and white flowers golden. A man in a white robe stood in the light with his hands clasped together, bathing in the holiness, his face calm and natural, like a messenger favored by God, listening to an oracle.

The man in white robe was muttering something as if he was praying. After a long while, he opened his eyes and looked at the man who had returned to the church.

"Sinful servant, are you worried about something?"

The man's voice was like a stone falling into calm water, immediately causing ripples. The believers who were worshipping in the church all looked up at the man who suddenly appeared in the church.

The man put his hands together to show respect to the man, then knelt on his knees and kowtowed devoutly, "Lord Io, the arrogant sinner has declared war on Lord Lions outside. Three days have passed. We... perhaps we should respond to the sin."

The holy messenger named Io smiled and said, "I know your intention. I will tell Leons for you."

The believers became excited, "Lord Io, I am willing to be a sheep or an ox just to eliminate that evil man."

"Yeah." Io nodded in response, walked out of the side door of the church, time and space reversed, and the next second he entered the plain.

The Golden River flows eternally, casting its light on the golden garden. On the withered plain, a naked man was soaked in the golden river water and fell into a long sleep.

Io smiled slightly, came to the upper reaches of the river, sat down on the grass, lifted up his white robe, and put his feet in the river to soak.

The river was disturbed by foreign objects, causing slight turbulence, which made the man soaking in the river frown and open his eyes.

"Io, you're still so disgusting."

Yiou kept smiling, "Ah, my foot-washing water is regarded as a treasure by those believers."

The Uncrowned Knight walked up to the shore on the sand with a gloomy face, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Io looked up at the sky and said casually, "I heard that the Templar Knights from the real world have declared war on you."

"What a pity. It took me three days to get the news. Now the rumor is that you didn't dare to fight and went into hiding."

The Uncrowned Knight's face became even darker, as black as the bottom of a pot. He no longer cared whether the man in front of him had deliberately informed him only now. His attention was successfully attracted and shifted to the present Templar Knights.

"Declare war on me?"

"Haha, looking for death."

"I think he's looking for death, too." Io agreed, "But you'd better answer it. I don't want you to be called a coward."

Lyons sneered. How could he not know that Io was adding fuel to the fire? This guy was like this by nature. He was probably ready to watch the show.

But he was also curious about what gave the knights of this world the courage to challenge him.

"Although Baoxiong and his men are trash, they are our people after all. How dare they kill our people..."

A cold light flashed in the Uncrowned Knight's eyes. "Io, go inform the believers. Three days later, I will personally go to the battle site and end his life."

"I want the world to know that my majesty, Leons, cannot be challenged."

……

In the Garden Community, Su Hong had just gone to a nearby gathering place to replenish some supplies. He opened his phone and took a look. The Undead Forum was flooded with posts, just like the New Year.

"It's incredible. The Uncrowned Knight has accepted the challenge."

"The duel between the Templars, the confrontation between the ancient and the modern, this historic scene, should the history books be changed?"

"It's over. Did the Champagne Party win too early? I looked up the Uncrowned Knight and it seems that he is the second only to the Paladin in the Knights Templar. His strength is probably terrifying."

"Do you need to ask the Firebringer for help? After all, the Firebringer has the king's inheritance."

"The Uncrowned Knight accepted the challenge?" Su Hong put the supplies in place, glanced at the forum posts, then turned off the terminal and stretched his body.

Three days ago, he invited the Uncrowned Knight to a duel in Cangnan City, and now he finally got a response.

To be honest, he didn't care much about this duel. The Uncrowned Knight had already lost to him in the simulation, and the result would be the same even without Helena's help.

He was close to becoming the king, and was gazing at the vast and magnificent scenery ahead. Perhaps he would reach there someday.

(End of this chapter)