Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 137 Hero
The followers of the evil god are brutal and bloodthirsty, and are hateful and despised.

This means they are destined to be unable to gain strength through faith.

And they disdain to gain power in this inefficient way.

Because they have a more efficient method, which is to capture people who possess the power of faith and sacrifice them to the evil god, so as to obtain some of their power of faith.

At this moment, all the evil believers in the town dropped their prey and gathered around Ron with strange smiles, like hyenas smelling blood.

Every time the evil cult extended its claws to a city, the prey with strong faith power were all eaten up by the leaders above, and those who were finally exiled to the bottom were all leftovers that were hard to swallow.

They haven't had a good meal in a long time.

Ron's appearance looked like that of a person with high faith power.

At least it'll look better than these leftovers.

Facing the cultists who were several times larger than him and were rushing towards him with ferocious looks, Ron showed no panic at all.

Not only the evil believers but also the persecuted civilians noticed him.

They were like drowning people grasping at straws, with a faint spark of hope ignited in their desperate eyes.

I prayed in my heart that this seemingly extraordinary young man could save me.

This hope made Ron, who had just arrived, feel the mysterious power of faith.

Although the portion is very weak, it is enough.

Ron took out three alloy rods and threw them out casually.

The next second, a dazzling ochre light suddenly burst out on the dark and dilapidated street.

The light quickly condensed and took shape, and accompanied by a dull rumbling sound, three burly giants over two meters tall, made of hard rocks and frozen soil, appeared out of thin air.

They had no facial features, only thick limbs and huge bodies, exuding a calm and heavy aura, standing between Ron and the oncoming cultists.

"Wha…what?!"

The few evil god believers who were at the front were so shocked by this sudden change that they stopped in their tracks, with an expression of disbelief and horror on their faces.

"This is... a magical beast?"

"A… a third-level magical beast!?"

The evil god believers' hearts skipped a beat.

This person can summon three third-level monsters at the same time, so he must be at least a fourth-level powerhouse!
Why would a fourth-level expert appear in such a place?!

Level 4? No, Ron's current power of faith can only use level 1 skills at most.

But he had the dual blessing of the White Lion Heart and the alloy rod, and transformed it into a third-level elemental puppet.

Fortunately, I made some preparations before entering the Kingdom of God. Otherwise, relying solely on the power of the White Lion Heart, it would be very difficult to eliminate this group of second-level evil god cultists.

boom--

Click!

Without giving the enemy any extra time to think, under Ron's precise control, the three-headed elemental puppet was like a silent war machine, taking heavy steps, waving its huge rock fists, and smashing hard at the oncoming cultists.

"what--"

"Don't come over here! Monster!"

A dull crash, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken bones and shrill screams, rang out instantly.

The situation in the square reversed in an instant.

The evil god's followers who were so brutal just now were as fragile as children in front of the powerful and invulnerable earth element guards.

After trying to resist and finding it futile, the evil cultists were frightened and fled frantically.

If there are too many people, there may be some fish that slip through the net.

But there were only a dozen of them, and none of them had the dedication to stay and restrain the elemental puppets.

Therefore, under the rhythm of the three-headed elemental puppet hitting one by one, in less than a minute, all the evil god followers were left here.

The bustling small square suddenly became dead silent.

Ron moved his mind, and the three elemental puppets that had completed their mission turned back into alloy rods.

Retracting the alloy rod, he patted the snow off his shoulders and looked up at the civilians in the square.

Then he walked away.

At this time, there were only twenty-six people left alive in the square.

They all had injuries of varying severity, huddled at the edge of the square, supporting each other, their faces filled with a mixture of confusion from having survived a disaster.

Seeing Ron coming, they showed awe on their faces, lowered their heads, and dared not speak.

They are not ungrateful people.

They also wanted to express their gratitude to the nobleman in front of them.

But they knew in their hearts that their verbal gratitude was like dirty words in the ears of these nobles.

These nobles want more tangible gratitude.

But... they can't get anything out now.

"you."

Ron's eyes swept across these civilians, finally stopping at an old man who seemed to be in the best mental state: "Come out."

Hearing this, the old man stood up tremblingly, walked out of the crowd and came to Ron.

"Tell me your name," Ron asked, looking into the old man's eyes.

"Mark." The old man replied respectfully, not daring to neglect.

"Very good, Mark," Ron nodded slightly, "Tell me what time it is."

"Your Excellency, it is December 632, 12 in the Jiaoyue calendar," the old man replied.

Year 632 of the Bright Moon Calendar… Ron lowered his eyes, calculating in his mind which stage of the timeline he was currently in.

The Divine Moon Calendar lasted for a total of 650 years, and the Holy Unified Empire was destroyed in the 638th year of the Divine Moon Calendar.

In 632, six years before the fall of the kingdom... it was when the 'Great Cataclysm' befell the Holy Unified Empire's Mithian Province.

Ron glanced at the miserable-looking civilians in front of him again, and had a vague guess in his mind.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"This is the town of Saige in Kanare County, Mithian Province, Holy Unity Empire." The old man replied.

really.

This is Mithian State.

Kanare County is located in the central part of Mithian State. The fact that the evil cultists can do evil here shows that Mithian State is about to fall.

This news is undoubtedly...good news for Ron!

He is not afraid of chaos, he is afraid of no chaos.

Because heroes emerge in troubled times.

"Thank you for clearing up my confusion, Mark." Ron said with a perfectly appropriate, distant and friendly smile, "Here's your reward."

He raised his right hand, and lightly rubbed his long, slender index finger and thumb together. *Snap!*
A crisp snap of fingers.

The next moment, two thick cardboard boxes exuding the aroma of wheat appeared out of thin air on the snow on his left and right sides.

The lid of the cardboard box was half open, revealing the neatly stacked and tempting long loaves of bread inside. The rich aroma of food instantly overwhelmed the smell of blood and domineeringly penetrated into every hungry nostril.

"!!!"

The cloudy eyes of those civilians, who were originally lifeless and shrouded in despair and pain, suddenly burst into an incredible and extremely longing light like lit candles.

Mark's eyes also showed shock and disbelief.

Just answering two simple questions can get you such a generous reward?

Ron took in everyone's instantly ignited desire and shock, and the smile on his lips deepened, but he said nothing.

He turned around, no longer looking at the bread, and seemed to ignore the burning gaze behind him. He walked straight to various parts of the square and began to drag the evil god believers who were knocked unconscious or smashed to pieces by the elemental puppets and were dying to an open space like dragging torn sacks.

In the square, after Ron turned and left, the two boxes of bread attracted everyone's attention like a magnet.

However, unexpectedly, these civilians who were on the verge of starvation did not rush in to loot like wild beasts.

They exchanged glances with each other, and there was desire and struggle in their eyes, as well as an almost instinctive sense of caution and order that was rooted in long-term suffering.

Finally, all eyes were focused on Mark.

Mark understood the looks.

He took a deep breath, and the mixture of blood, bread aroma and cold air seemed to give him a little strength. He straightened his hunched back and walked towards Ron who was collecting the "trophies".

"Sir." Mark stopped a few steps behind Ron and shouted with all his courage.

"Hmm?" Ron casually threw an unconscious cultist onto the crowd with a dull sound.

He turned around and looked at Mark with just the right amount of questioning on his face.

"Please allow me to express my deepest gratitude to you on behalf of the survivors of Saige Town!"

Mark bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching his knees, and said in a sincere and heavy tone: "Thank you for saving us from these demons. We will always remember your kindness."

"It's just a small favor, you're welcome." Ron's tone was flat, as if he had only done something insignificant.

"Excuse me, sir... could you tell us your honorable name?" Mark stood up, his cloudy eyes filled with earnestness.

"Ron," came the terse reply.

"Master Ron..." Mark repeated the name, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

He paused, his voice taking on a hint of cautious inquiry, his eyes fixed on Ron's expression: "Please...excuse me, but where are you planning to go next?"

From the question this gentleman asked just now, we can know that he is not from the Holy Unified Empire.

"Hmm..." Ron's gaze drifted towards the leaden sky in the distance. He pondered for a moment, "For now, there's no clear destination."

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately knelt down on his knees on the cold snow and kowtowed deeply.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Lord Ron, you are a powerful and benevolent lord," Mark raised his head, his forehead covered with snow and mud, and pleaded, "Please... become a hero of our Saige Town!"

When he made this request, there was a clear lack of confidence in his tone.

Because this "hero" is not just a verbal title, but a position.

It is a position established by each town to protect itself.

Anyone who becomes a hero will gain the faith of everyone in the town and will also shoulder the responsibility of protecting the town.

This is also the reason why Mark lacks confidence.

Because the current situation in Saige Town is undoubtedly extremely bad, no one would be willing to be a hero in such a small town.

If you understand this, then why come to ask Ron for help?

That was because of Ron's kind act, which gave them hope of survival.

Instead of doing nothing and waiting to die, it is better to boldly fight for the future.

After hearing Mark's request, Ron did not respond immediately, but turned his head to look at the people in the square not far away.

More than twenty pairs of eyes were focused here nervously and unblinkingly in the wind and snow - they placed their last hope of survival on this mysterious and powerful adult.

"Hero..." Ron uttered these two words softly, the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards, and he let out a meaningless chuckle.

This chuckle, to Mark's ears, seemed to express dissatisfaction.

It’s over… after all, it still doesn’t work…

Just when Mark's heart sank to the bottom, ready to accept rejection and even possible anger, he heard an unexpected answer:
"Since you trust me so much, I'll be a hero." Ron said in a relaxed tone.

boom!
Mark felt as if something exploded in his head.

The huge, incredible ecstasy was like a surging wave that instantly washed away all the despair and humility. He even wondered if he was hallucinating because of excessive cold and hunger.

"Are you...really willing to be our hero?" Mark confirmed with a trembling voice.

"The name of a hero carries the responsibility of protection." Ron said calmly, "I know what I'm doing."

After hearing this, Mark's eyes suddenly became hot and tears streamed down his face. He immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude.

"Alright," Ron said, holding back his enthusiastic gesture and helping him up. "Take them inside to avoid the cold, and then distribute the food to them. I'll talk to you later about the town's situation."

"Yes, Lord Ron."

Mark bowed deeply and respectfully, then turned around and walked quickly towards the survivors who were waiting in the square with a long-lost, hopeful pace.

After a while, cheers were heard from the square.

Ron stood there, the wind and snow blowing past his face. He could clearly feel a purer and more resolute force of faith slowly gathering within him.

"Although the amount is small, it's a good start." Ron whispered in his heart, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

He calmed down and sensed the number of contestants entering the Kingdom of God this time.

Including myself, there are twelve of us in total.

Two of them were not far away from him.

In order to avoid being targeted by a joint attack later, he must strike first.

However, the God of Light went to such great lengths to deal with him, and the opponent he arranged for him must be no ordinary person.

With his current power of faith, it is not safe to take the initiative to go to the door. He needs to improve it further, at least to the level of performing second-level skills.

But obtaining the power of faith through this conventional means is too slow.

He needed to take a shortcut.

As for the fastest shortcut, it is naturally... sacrifice to the evil god!
Ron's gaze fell upon the cultists piled up before him, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He deliberately spared the lives of these evil believers, not to persuade them to reform.

"A dozen or so followers of the evil god should be able to reach the power of faith required to perform a second-tier skill..."

While thinking about this, Ron searched these evil cultists for materials for the sacrificial ceremony.

After all the people in the square were moved into nearby houses to avoid the cold, the heroes of Saige Town began to perform sacrifices more professionally than the evil cultists.

(End of this chapter)