He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 115: The Contract of the Arrogant King

"Magic Explosion!"

With a slight shout, a loud explosion occurred among the group of plunderers.

Then, wings cut through the air, circling and soaring into the sky.

When the explosion dissipated, all that was left was a pile of materials dropped by the pillagers, but it sounded even louder than a creeper explosion.

It didn't even destroy a piece of grass on the ground.

"Very good, go ahead, Haniya."

Ian, who witnessed all this, nodded with a smile and signaled to Franny and the others to let in more plunderers.

After receiving Ian's praise, Haniya suddenly became as excited as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and her movements of casting spells became faster and faster.

Haniya is very talented, obedient and hardworking. In the past few days since coming to the MC world, she has quickly mastered various combat skills in the MC world under Ian's guidance.

Even his experience level increased much faster than others.

At present, he has reached the advanced knight stage of level 73.

However, Layal and the others are not bad either.

Based on the construction of looting towers and the massive collection of undead totems.

All the maids have reached the intermediate magician stage, and Lecia has reached level 59, only two levels away from reaching the advanced magician stage.

Layar, who is the most active in collecting undead totems, is already level 82.

A true elite knight.

As for what level an elite knight needs to reach before he can move up to the next level, Ian cannot make a judgment without detailed data.

But no matter what, the advanced combat capability of the Dawn Cult is finally becoming more and more impressive.

If Ian remembered correctly, old Birka, the strongest man in the Principality of Birka, was probably only at the level of an elite knight.

After Layal and the others became stronger, Ian no longer cared about them. After all, Layal and the others were basically familiar with the MC world.

They can make their own arrangements without Ian having to worry about anything.

Therefore, during the following period of time, Ian not only worked on his own staff, but also devoted himself to training Haniya.

The importance of the Winged Clan will be elevated to a higher level after obtaining the resources of the MC world.

Because the Winged Tribe can fly.

Although flying doesn't seem very difficult, Lyall can also fly for a short time after reaching the Elite Knight.

But how many elite knights can there be?

The Winged People are born to fly.

To put it simply, Haniya and the others can fly directly over the enemy's head, light the TNT and throw it down.

This is the bomber.

Fly over enemies with potions that deal splash damage, poison, or weakness.

That's the biological soldier.

Fly to the enemy's head while holding the lava bucket and fall down.

That's the arsonist.

The MC world already has ridiculously abundant resources, and with the fact that the Winged Tribe can fly, you can create a lot of new things just by thinking about it.

The Winged Tribe is the most perfect composite air force of the Dawn Cult that Ian imagined.

The Dawn Heavy Cavalry plus the Night Watch Air Force, this was the early air-tank coordination of the Rodri continent, strategic bombing plus steel torrent.

The Dawn Cult's warfare model is becoming increasingly modernized...

Therefore, Ian chose to train Haniya first, so that she could master more MC combat skills, and then Haniya would teach other Winged Tribes.

In this way, an air force with full mobility and destructive power can quickly mature.

In this barbaric continent of Rodri, such an army will definitely be the nightmare of all enemies.

so……

"How stupid are those guys in the Hundred Races Alliance to only use the Winged Tribe as scouts?"

Ian shook his head, feeling very relieved.

If those guys in the Hundred Races Alliance were really smart, the Winged Tribe might not have surrendered to the Dawn Cult so early.

"Master Ian."

Lecia walked slowly to Ian with a happy smile on her face.

"News has arrived from the front lines: Markov and his men have already reached the capital. The final judgment of the Holy War is about to begin."

Ian was not surprised at the progress of Markov and the others. Calculating the time, it was indeed time.

Ian stretched and said quietly:
"It seems that it is time for me to leave the starting point."

"The Rodri Continent will pay tribute to your first coming."

Lecia looked at Ian with tenderness in her eyes and said:
"In addition, it is said that King Birka also sent a letter of condemnation to the Hundred Races Alliance, accusing the dragons of interfering in the internal affairs of the humans of the Principality of Birka."

"It seems the Human Kingdom Alliance is also involved."

Ian remained calm, glanced at the staff in his backpack that was gleaming with holy light, and said softly:
"I can guess. Diverting the blame... should we say, we both perish together?"

"Given the narrow-mindedness of the dragon race, they've probably already set off... That's good. A new race will be added to the Dawn's followers."

"How are the elves in the starting place?"

The corners of Lecia's mouth curled up slightly.

"They have made the right choice. Half of them have joined the Holy Choir of the White Pillar, and the other half have joined the Purifier Legion of the Silver Pillar."

"Basically, they are all fanatical believers."

"Also, according to Steward Layal's judgment, except for Kalifa who is an elite knight, the rest are high-level knights and high-level magicians."

Ian raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.

"As expected of the elves, the quality is high..."

"Send the message and ask the elves to join the final holy war, and bring our witness Dean with them."

Lecia bowed slightly.

"Yes, do we need to bring any other resources? I think the demons will also take action."

Ian didn't answer, but turned his head and looked at Lecia with a smile.

Looking at the confident and playful look in Ian's eyes, Lecia suddenly realized.

"of course."

Leixia smiled and said softly:
"Your arrival is the greatest miracle."

"Go."

After scratching Lecia's nose, Ian turned to look at Haniya who was dealing with the last batch of plunderers.

"The Alliance of Hundred Races..."

Ian took out the golden holy light that kept flashing, even turning Ian into a little golden man.

"You should prepare to offer your faith."

……

Birka Capital.

Inside the king's bedroom, old Birka stood by the window with a gloomy face.

There was a lot of noise around the bedroom today. Through the gaps in the curtains, old Birka could see a group of well-dressed noble ministers shouting anxiously outside the bedroom.

"Your Majesty! That damned Dawn Cult has already reached the capital! When will the Kingdom Alliance's army come to support us?" "Your Majesty! The Principality of Birka is in imminent danger! Please request support from the Hundred Races Alliance as soon as possible!"

"Damn the rebellious Cult of Dawn! I will never forgive them! Your Majesty, all the knights and magicians of the Lodos family are ready to follow you and charge at any time!"

"His Majesty……"

Passionate shouts and declarations of loyalty.

Even when the entire Principality of Birka fell and only the capital was in danger, these ministers still loyally protected the principality.

It seemed that old Birka should be touched by their loyalty.

But actually...

These guys are all on the Dawn Cult's judgment list, and they have absolutely no choice.

If the Dawn Cult had not shouted the slogan "Fight the nobles and divide the land", these guys would have surrendered one after another.

Pulling the curtains, Old Birka said irritably:
"Your master hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

The figure in the shadows whispered back.

After a long silence, Old Birka said coldly:
"That damn demon clan still hasn't made any move?"

This time, the figure in the shadows didn't answer.

Old Birka was about to get angry when he heard a faint swallowing sound.

Looking back suddenly.

In the shadows not far away, Dean's apprentice was held high in the air, his legs kicking unconsciously.

A large gash was torn in the throat, and scarlet blood spurted out, but all fell into the mouth of the man in black robe.

After a long time, the knight whose blood was sucked dry was thrown out like a torn sack.

Old Birka's face was filled with anger.

"I don't remember that I recently deprived you of your rations! With a war imminent, you still have the leisure to kill your own people?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

The man in black robe took a step forward and stood in front of old Birka.

The three vertical pupils were filled with fatigue, and the smell of sulfur and the stench of blood intertwined, making old Birka hold his breath.

"Something's wrong with the Abyss! I've consumed a lot of my essence this time!"

Hearing this, old Birka didn't care to be angry.

The abyss is the place where he will escape and become successful in the future.

If something goes wrong in the Abyss...

"what happened!"

Old Birka asked hurriedly, suppressing his anger.

Now, he regretted cooperating with the demons. These unreliable guys always failed at critical moments.

If something goes wrong in the abyss, how can the royal capital resist the invincible and terrifying army?
The black-robed man's tone was somewhat cold.

"The world barrier in the Hundred Races Alliance area suddenly increased in strength, and many of the abysses we had ambushed in advance were distorted."

"Even now, the cost of opening the abyss has increased dozens of times, and the accuracy is far worse than before!"

"My Lord suspects this matter is related to the Dawn Cult..."

Old Birka's anger suddenly boiled over.

"I don't want to hear this! I want to know how I'm going to resist that damn Dawn Cult next!"

"Damn it! Everything I'm doing now is what you told me to do!"

The black-robed man said coldly:

"Why are you so anxious? I didn't say I wouldn't help you!"

After that, the black-robed man said again in a fanatical tone:

"The incident in the Abyss has alarmed the great King of Pride. He has ordered Lord Calamity to come personally. You will not lose this battle... You will just have to pay a small price."

"What price?"

The black-robed man smiled sinisterly and took out a bottle of scarlet liquid and a dark and ancient contract scroll from his arms.

"After drinking this potion, you will be completely transformed into a blood-born mind flayer and gain sufficient power."

"Lord Calamity wants you to lead the army in person and have all the troops in the capital launch an unstoppable charge against the Cult of Dawn!"

Old Birka's face changed drastically and he said angrily:

"Are you crazy? Two thousand heavily armored knights, more powerful than the main force of the Mind Flayer army, plus five hundred even more unfathomable Winged Archers!"

"All the soldiers in the capital are just going to die!"

The man in black robe remained silent and looked at old Birka quietly. The latter suddenly understood something.

He looked at the scroll in his hand in horror. At this moment, he felt that it was extremely heavy.

"This is the King's contract. By absorbing enough of the blood and energy of the wronged souls, I can forcibly tear apart some of the world's barriers."

The black-robed man spoke calmly, but to old Birka's ears, it sounded extremely cold and chilling.

"All the soldiers under your command are enough to create a passage for Lord Calamity to come in person..."

"But then I'd completely..."

"Don't be silly, old man."

The black-robed man sneered.

"After today, do you think you'll still have a place in the Hundred Races Alliance? You've become a demon!"

"If the King didn't need to know why the Abyss suddenly changed so drastically, Lord Calamity would never have come here in person!"

"Should I continue to be stubborn and be judged by the Dawn Cult, or should I completely embrace the demons, create an opportunity for the arrival of Lord Calamity, and annihilate the Dawn Cult to gain merit?"

"It's your choice!"

After saying this, the man in black robe slowly disappeared into the darkness.

The struggle in old Birka's eyes became more and more intense. After a long time, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Drink the scarlet liquid in one gulp.

From within the deep and dark bedroom, bursts of painful roars were heard.

Until ten minutes later.

The king's bedroom, which had been closed for many years, suddenly opened.

Old Birka, with an expressionless face, strode out in knight's uniform and a sword slung over his waist.

"His Majesty!"

At this moment, old Birka appeared, looking just as handsome as he did when he fought against the demons.

The noble ministers, who were once in disarray, finally found a backbone.

"Order the entire army! Leave the city to meet the Cult of the Dawn! In this battle, I will be the vanguard!"

The nobles were startled for a moment, then burst into earth-shaking shouts of joy.

"Your Majesty is wise! The Principality of Birka is invincible!"

Cheering, the nobles ran out happily to give orders to the entire army.

No one noticed that old Birka's eyes had gradually turned a violent scarlet, and the blue-black scales on the skin of his neck had completely solidified.

(End of this chapter)