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"One-Eyed Dragon, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as Lawrence finished speaking, a group of people who were completely covered in black robes rushed out from around the square. They carried long swords and charged through the chaotic crowd with unparalleled momentum, surrounding all those who had just participated in the rebellion.

In just a moment, the situation reversed.

The rebels and the incited masses were dumbfounded.

How is that possible?

This thought echoed in everyone's mind.

They had clearly looked at the entire square before the conference started and hadn't noticed so many men in black.

It seems that the town mayor had laid an ambush beforehand, just waiting for them to rebel.

Was this also in your calculations, Mayor?

At this moment, the one-eyed dragon, having failed in his attack, instantly leaped back to the rear. There was nothing he could do; his opponent's methods were simply too bizarre, and he knew he couldn't break through them in the short term. He could only look for another opportunity later.

When he retreated to the rear, he was shocked to find that his rebel army had been surrounded by a group of people dressed in black.

The group was armed with sophisticated weapons and moved in perfect unison, clearly an elite force that had undergone extensive training.

When?

Looking at the men in black who had appeared around him at some unknown time, One-Eyed Dragon felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, he recalled the smile that the mayor had kept on his lips and finally understood its meaning.

The other party wasn't terrified into a state of paralysis; they were simply watching this group of clowns.

We are merely tools used by the other side to bring out those with rebellious intentions.

One-Eyed Dragon twitched the corner of his mouth, recalling his confident demeanor from a few days ago, and felt a wave of regret.

Hey.

After sighing, he turned his gaze back.

Even if he were stupid, he would know at this point that there must be a traitor in the team.

However, now is clearly not the time for infighting; the most important thing now is to find a way to break the deadlock.

Currently, there seem to be only two ways to break the deadlock: one is to break out and escape with the people, but this is not very feasible.

He could tell that although these people in black robes had not yet reached the next level, they could still barely use some extraordinary power. He could kill them one-on-one, but there were more than two hundred people in black robes here. Even if he regained his strength at his peak when he was young, it would be almost impossible for him to break through.

Even if they manage to break through, whether they can escape is still a question mark. After all, since this mayor has more than two hundred well-trained soldiers, there's no reason why he wouldn't have some other advanced or even high-level superhumans.

So now there's only one option: keep pushing. Only by taking the mayor hostage will they have a chance to survive.

It can only be said that he is a knight with rich experience, and he was able to think calmly even when faced with such a dangerous situation.

But his ability to think calmly doesn't mean that the group of ragtag soldiers he brought with him can think the same way.

"Damn it, how is this possible? How could the mayor react so quickly?"

Aaron, who was standing at the back, panicked when he saw this scene and grabbed one of his men and roared.

The henchman he had grabbed was also trembling, clearly terrified as well.

The other civilians, who were just there to try and gain some credit for joining the new emperor, were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and surrendered immediately.

The one-eyed man showed no emotion upon witnessing this scene.

At this moment, while adjusting his own magical energy flow, he took the opportunity to think about who the traitor in the team was.

First of all, those who just came to make up the numbers definitely don't count; they didn't even know about the plans or timing of the rebellion.

Therefore, the leaker must be a high-ranking official.

But after some thought, he ruled out all of them.

After all, they had been under the surveillance of their own informants for the past few days and had no chance to betray them.

"call."

One-Eyed Dragon slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He decided to ignore the group and prepare for his next battle.

"Mayor, I must say your wisdom is truly astonishing. I am willing to lead this group to surrender, I only hope you can let us go, otherwise if a real fight breaks out, many people in this town will die, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

While attempting to negotiate, the one-eyed man worked hard to recover the magic power he had just used up.

Based on his analysis of the town mayor, the mayor must be a kind person who cares about the people; otherwise, he would not have distributed food to these ordinary people for so long without compensation.

Therefore, as long as one uses the lives of ordinary people on the periphery as a threat, the other party will definitely compromise, just like the city lord who held ordinary people hostage before preventing the soldiers from taking action.

However, things took an unexpected turn once again.

"First, I need to change your impression of me. I'm not some saint. As for the casualties you mentioned, to be honest, I actually hope you cause more casualties."

Seeing the chaos that had broken out among the crowd and that no one was paying attention to Loren on the stage anymore, he finally abandoned his persona of caring for the people and being a good lord, and his smile became even more unrestrained.

The one-eyed man standing opposite felt a chill run down his spine; it was as if he had witnessed the birth of a peerless demon.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Which of us is the villain?

The sounds of billiard balls clashing and blades slicing into flesh came from all around.

The battle between the rebels and the undead legions has begun.

The one-eyed man forcibly suppressed his inner fear, raised his longsword, and charged towards Loren.

In his mind, that strange defense must involve the legendary spatial magic. Although this magic is very powerful, the consumption of magic power is terrifying. As long as he can continuously deplete the opponent's magic power, he will be able to win sooner or later.

The longsword, gleaming with golden light, was drawn once more, and this time, it was not met with that strange obstruction; instead, it charged straight toward the mayor's body.

The one-eyed man's face once again gleamed with the light of victory.

Without the hindrance of that strange magic, he was confident that he would be able to sever the mayor's body.

But reality disappointed him once again.

The master-forged longsword he bought with his life savings struck the mayor as if it were a rock—no, it was even harder than a rock.

One-Eyed Dragon felt his hand go numb, and the longsword in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp.

The longsword fared no better; a break appeared at the blade, as if it would snap if any more force was applied.

Is this even human?

To be able to withstand one's own power attack solely with one's physical body, one must be at least at the third rank or higher.

This lord is really good at hiding his true intentions.

The one-eyed man hung his arms at his sides, having completely given up resisting.

I'm so sorry I didn't let the mayor have his fill.

Loren touched the spot where he had been struck by the sword; there was no injury, only a slight pain.

Judging from this, my physical combat strength is probably below the third rank.

He made a rough estimate of his own defensive capabilities and came to this conclusion.

As for why a necromancer like him has such a strong physical body, the reason lies in that strange entry.

[Entry: Lord - Green (Your strength will be positively correlated with the prosperity of your territory)]

Based on Loren's extensive research, the level of prosperity mentioned in this entry likely refers to the population size within the territory.

Therefore, the more people in a territory, the stronger the territory itself.

Coincidentally, he was a necromantic calamity, and the dead could also be used, so those undead were treated as part of the population.

So, in general, this entry means that the more people in your territory you have, the stronger you become, and the fewer people in your territory you have, the stronger you become.

If you have no conscience and just want to become a god quickly, you can simply spend money to buy a city lord, then raise taxes like crazy, starve them to death, force them to rebel, kill them all, run away, and then go to the next city to repeat the above operation, thus quickly becoming an undead scourge.

Fortunately, he still had some conscience and only thought about developing his territory.

It seems I was too kind after all.

After a brief moment of reflection, Lauren looked down at the audience again.

By this time, those who had rebelled had been completely subdued by his undead army and were awaiting his judgment.

Meanwhile, the one-eyed man on the side lost the will to resist and quietly waited for his death.

As for the ordinary people, they had long since remained there quietly like puppets.

Well, it seems the mess has been cleaned up. Now it's time to announce my orders.

Lauren was very satisfied with the scene.

"Alright everyone, did you enjoy the show I prepared for you?"