Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 134: Shameless

The drizzle hit the eaves, making a fine and continuous sound.

Ron's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Consciousness emerged from the abyss of chaos, carrying with it the cold touch left over from the dream.

He found himself leaning on a soft sofa, and a thick and warm blanket had been carefully covered on his body, insulating him from the slight chill of the early morning.

His sight was focused on the scene not far ahead. Beta, dressed in a spotless white gown, was concentrating on her alchemy tools that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

Her movements were precise and mechanical, her fingertips occasionally tapping on the magic runes. A faint blue light lit up and went out at the bottom of the cylindrical container, accompanied by the subtle sound of liquid flowing in the tube.

The air was filled with a strange smell that was a mixture of the fragrance of herbs and the coldness of metal.

My brain felt like it was being soaked in ice water. Those fragments of dreams about destruction, betrayal, and death slowly receded like the tide, leaving behind bursts of stabbing pain and an indescribable feeling of fatigue.

Ron realized that he must have fallen asleep while watching Beta making medicine last night.

call……

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this was all just a dream.

Just saying...

How is it possible that the third and fourth battles of the Kingdom of God could take place at the same time?

No matter how much the gods target me, they should always consider the most basic rules and not make such arrangements without any bottom line.

He threw back the warm blanket, stood up and walked to the window.

When he opened the window, a cold wind carrying the scent of field soil and icy rain blew in his face, instantly dispelling the remaining sleepiness and making his mind a little clearer.

The anger that was aroused by the dream last night gradually subsided in this real and cold rain scene.

After calming down and reflecting on it, I realized that it was my own fault for being careless.

Even though he knew that the fourth battle of the Kingdom of God in the game was not fought on the Lionheart Kingdom's side, he was still led astray by the outrageous lie woven by the demons and failed to see through the disguise of the dream in the first place.

However, it must be admitted that the methods of the Dream Weaver Sabnir are indeed extremely insidious and difficult to deal with.

She can skillfully utilize the target's deepest cognition and hidden emotions, allowing the target to unconsciously and actively improve the dream, making everything in the dream - vision, hearing, touch, even smell and taste - as realistic as reality.

Being in it is like falling into an elaborately woven spider web, with all five senses obscured. If it weren't for the collapse of key logic, it would be difficult to realize that it is an illusory cage.

It can make people sink into dreams until their energy and spirit are exhausted.

If Sabnir hadn't had so much fun this time, he would have been forced to use his most valuable scroll of return.

Originally, Ian's appearance only made him suspicious, but it was not until the head of the Silver City manager was taken out that he was sure that he was in a dream.

Because if in reality, Silver City was captured, he would be notified immediately that his territory had been taken away.

Sabnir was unaware of this and kept putting pressure on him, trying to push his spirit into despair.

"Sabuniel...what a troublesome guy."

Ron looked at the rain outside the window, his brows furrowed again, and he felt a real headache.

The cadres of the Demon Legion are all at least level 65 and are proficient in powerful sixth-order abilities, and Sabnir is the best among them.

Although the succubus race is not good at fighting, their vast mental power and innate dream invasion ability make them very suitable for playing dirty tricks.

Especially Sabnir, who is known as the Succubus Queen, is extremely sinister.

Once you are targeted by this guy, it means that you have to be on your toes all the time and be careful about every time you close your eyes.

As long as you sleep, she can make you dream.

Once you fall into the dream it weaves, it will be basically difficult to escape if you don't discover it in the first place.

Because the longer you are immersed in a dream, the weaker your spirit will become, and the more difficult it will be to escape from the dream.

A minion like Ron, who is around level 40 and has been trapped in a dream for a day, can basically be sentenced to death.

Ron was able to forcibly escape from the dream thanks to the five seconds of invincibility brought by the level increase.

But how many times can he level up to escape?

Therefore, being targeted by such old coins is really a headache.

However, there is still a solution.

As long as he could find and dispel the nightmare seeds that she had quietly implanted in his mind, he could cut off this invisible chain and isolate himself from the intrusion of dreams.

The reputation mall happens to have these kinds of targeted high-level purification items.

But Ron is not in a hurry to exchange it now. He wants to stay in the muddy water of Thorn Territory for a while.

Scattering the seeds at this moment would be tantamount to alerting the enemy, which would only make the cunning succubus more vigilant and might even lead to more direct and dangerous means.

He planned to deal with this issue when he left the Lionheart Kingdom.

As for how to get through these few days...it's just a matter of getting less sleep.

Even if he fell into a dream, it wouldn't matter. Sabnir had already obtained most of the information - the Uncrowned War Slave Organization, their backup plan in the Lionheart Kingdom's capital, the ability to use the king's blood to repair the slave chains, and Lionheart's ferocious beast form...

never mind.

To Ron, these were all insignificant information, and leaking them to the demons wouldn't have much of an impact.

For the demons, the existence of the Kingdom of Rah, an abnormal variable that can forcibly interfere with the progress of the war between the Kingdom of Gods, is of immeasurable value to them in subverting the existing order and challenging the divine power.

They absolutely do not want themselves, the core of the variable, to die easily. As long as they do not take the initiative to poke the hornet's nest of the demons, they will not only not trip them up, but may even lend a helping hand at the critical moment.

Of course, that helping hand must be accompanied by poison and chains.

"Isn't there much time left for me..."

Ron was trying to figure out what Sabniel's last words meant when he was about to leave the dream.

The door was pushed open gently.

Alpha walked in, his steps light.

She stood at the doorway, her eyes first quickly scanning Beta, who was still concentrating on refining medicine in the middle of the room, as if isolated from the world. After confirming that she had not been disturbed, she turned to Ron by the window and whispered, "Master Kong."

Ron turned around at the sound.

Alpha's face showed a hint of barely perceptible anxiety, and his brows were locked with solemnity. It was obvious that he had something important to report.

Ron walked towards the door: "What's up?"

Alpha did not answer immediately, but instead took out a neatly folded newspaper, still smelling of ink, from his pocket and handed it to him with both hands.

There was a silent heaviness to her movements.

Ron took today's morning newspaper and looked at the front page -

The huge bold and black title hit the eyes like a hammer - [The Fourth Battle of the Kingdom of God].

He read on quickly.

"The Fourth Divine Kingdom War will begin on November 1815, 11. Participants: Karamay Kingdom, Eridoria Kingdom, Frostwing Kingdom, Lionheart Kingdom, Purple Sun Kingdom, and Rah Kingdom..."

After reading it, Ron was stunned.

Am I still dreaming?
He pinched his face subconsciously, then realized that his method was wrong.

[Level has been increased to level 46]

The spirit has no feelings of shackles.

This... is not a dream!
This is an indisputable reality!
Outside the window, the cold rain was still dripping, hitting the eaves, as if playing a cold and sad song for this absurd and cruel reality.

Ron stood stiffly at the door, staring at the contents of the newspaper, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

He crumpled the newspaper in his hands. At that moment, he finally understood the meaning of Sabnir's last words.

God of Grace, you really have no bottom line!
It's so shameless!
"How's the situation with Princess Laura?" Ron asked after putting down the newspaper.

The fourth battle of the Kingdom of God has come true. Is there any problem with Princess Laura's blood drawing?

The scene of Ye's tragic death in the dream flashed through his mind.

"Ye is in charge of the connection. According to the planned operation, blood collection is nearing completion. If everything goes well, we will be able to return in the afternoon." Alpha replied quickly.

"Contact her immediately and confirm the situation." Ron said.

"Yes."

Alpha responded immediately, then hesitated and asked the same question as in her dream: "Should the deployment in the Lionheart Kingdom's capital continue?"

Ron didn't answer immediately, but asked first: "What's the situation in the capital of the Lionheart Kingdom?"

"News just arrived," Alpha said, quickening his pace. "Shortly after the oracle's announcement, the main force of the rebels besieging the capital has begun a large-scale retreat, and the camp is being dismantled."

It retreated quite quickly.

"Don't worry about the Lionheart Kingdom anymore."

Ron turned around, his eyes passing over Alpha's anxious face, and finally landing on the white figure in the center of the room - Beta, who seemed oblivious to the wind and rain outside the window and the sudden crisis of the war of gods, and was still concentrating on refining medicine.

"Once the Soul-Transforming Potion is refined, you will leave the Lionheart Kingdom."

"Then...what are you going to do?" Alpha's voice was filled with undisguised worry, his eyes following Ron closely.

Now that the Lionheart Kingdom is free, it will definitely send troops to retake the Thorn Territory as soon as possible.

What else can I do?
Just run away.

He would not stay here and fight the other five countries just to prove that "my destiny is in my own hands".

I still say the same thing, he doesn't believe that every time I go to a place, the gods will start a war between the kingdoms of God.

The world is so big, there is always a place for him.

After experiencing the extreme torment of that nightmare, Ron's state of mind was honed to an almost cold clarity and pragmatism.

Anyway, I have recovered in the Kingdom of Thorns and gained a lot of experience and reputation.

It’s not a bad trip.

It's time to move on to the next stage.

"I will leave the Lionheart Kingdom too." Ron responded calmly to Alpha's concerns.

Of course, he wouldn't leave the Lionheart Kingdom so easily.

Before leaving, he wanted to take away the Lion's Heart that fell into the hands of the mastermind behind the rebellion in the Lionheart Kingdom.

"Give this letter to Reggie in White River City."

Ron went to the next room, found a pen and paper, wrote a secret letter, and told Alpha.

The content of the secret letter did not tell Reggie how to defend the city, but told Reggie that he had decided to give up the Territory of Thorns and let Reggie decide for himself whether to leave the Lionheart Kingdom with the Tiantu Mercenary Group before noon on November 11.

He was not greedy for the profits of one or half a day.

The gods have torn off their skin and are directly attacking you. The rules have been twisted into a mess, and you are still greedy for the small profits that may exist in the last two days?

That is truly stupid!

……

In the Far East, in the Eternal Frozen Abyss, in the meeting hall of the Demon King's City.

The air seemed like frozen ice, and a faint blue demonic flame burned under the heavy stone dome, casting swaying shadows like the claws of a giant beast on the smooth obsidian walls.

"Sabuniel, what's going on!?"

Bal stared at Sabnir's projection and demanded in a thunderous voice, "Why has the fourth Divine Kingdom War begun before the third one has even ended?"

"How would I know about such things?" Sabnir yawned lazily. "Perhaps... the god was confused in his sleep."

"I think you're the one who's confused in sleep!"

Seeing Sabnir still nonchalant, Baal's rage almost burned through the air, "Is that kid from the Rah Kingdom dead?"

"He's alive and well." Sabnir said cheerfully.

"Then kill him immediately!"

Baal's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "It's proven that that little bug from the Rah Kingdom is completely incapable of preventing the subsequent war between the Divine Kingdoms. There's no point in keeping him around."

"Little Bal, are you so afraid of him?" Sabnir said with a playful smile.

"Idiot!" Baal scolded. "The start of this fourth Divine Kingdom War must be related to that brat. His existence interferes with the normal progress of the Divine Kingdom War. The gods will not allow such a factor to exist!"

"If we keep him, I'm afraid the fifth Divine Kingdom War will start soon."

"Isn't it interesting?" Sabnil's smile deepened.

"Interesting?" Baal's lava-like eyes stared at Sabnir.

He didn't find this kind of thing funny at all.

He only knew that if the war between the kingdoms of God broke out like a plague around the world, the situation of the demons would become extremely embarrassing!
"A high and mighty God was driven to such a loss of composure by a mere human ant, not even a legend, to the point of distorting the sacred rules He Himself had set."

Sabnir spoke slowly, entwining a strand of hair between his fingertips, "Don't you think it's funny to see the god so frustrated?"

She paused, her eyes flashing with a dangerous and exciting light. "Think about it, if we can control him, or even just guide him, and make him a sharper dagger piercing the heart of the gods, allowing him to test the bottom line of the gods and disrupt the situation of the foreign races."

"Observe him further, use him, and see how much of a turbulent wave this small variable can stir up on the chessboard of the gods? Wouldn't this be more conducive to fulfilling my king's grand vision of subverting order than simply killing him?"

"Humph!"

Baal snorted in dissatisfaction. "Sabnir, you always have so many twisted ideas! If this boy is not eliminated, he will become a disaster!"

Sabnir didn't care: "If you want to kill him, you should ask Lady Lilith for permission first."

"I'll go!"

Bal disappeared from the meeting room with lingering anger.

……

Baihe City, City Lord's Mansion.

Reggie stood in front of the window, looking at the equally gloomy rain outside, his brows furrowed.

The news of the fourth battle of the Kingdom of God was like a huge rock thrown into calm water, causing great panic and undercurrents in Baihe City and even the entire Thorn Territory.

She had just managed to calm the restless people in the city and dealt with several disturbances.

"Miss Reggie."

Just as she was wondering how Ron would handle the situation, a strange voice suddenly came from behind her.

Reggie immediately turned around alertly, only to see that there was another person in the room.

The other person was dressed in black and wearing a mask, and didn't look like a good person.

"Please accept this letter."

Just as Reggie was about to call for help, he saw the other party take out a letter, put it on the table, and then disappear into the room.

Ruiji walked forward doubtfully, picked up the envelope, and his mind moved.

It's a letter from His Majesty Ron!
Although there was no signature on it, she recognized the mark on it. It was the contact mark that Ron had agreed upon with her before.

(End of this chapter)