Lord In A Western Fantasy World

By Christie Fairclough

When the demon king of the abyss climbs out of hell, it will bring boundless disasters to the mainland and make all living beings panic. "Records of the Continent of Ketaxi" In order to strive for the legendary image of the mighty Demon King, and to leave a strong and indelible stroke in the historical record, the new Demon Lord Lucia worked har

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christie Fairclough
• Release date: Jun 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798330209446

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Chapter 1 _

The huge multi-winged crow flew over the dark forest, blocking the light of the double moon.

It is not quiet in the jungle. The murmur of birds and beasts in the middle of the night, the repressed weeping of children, the rapid gasping of fugitives, the sound of chaotic footsteps all the sounds overlapped and played a disturbing and frightening tune.

The crow flew away. The faint moonlight shone through the leafy trees, dimly illuminating the road ahead. The little radiance in the darkness made the fugitives burst into courage. The goblin with a frightened expression swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked back cautiously.

The group of monsters did not chase.

His rushing footsteps gradually slowed down, and finally stopped beside a tree, with his shriveled and rough fingers propped up against the trunk, breathing heavily. The goblins who were running behind him were exhausted and breathless, and as he stopped, a pair of eyes almost went out of their sockets in fear.

They didn't follow?

... are we safe?

No, even if the group of monsters didn't catch up, Ketasi would never be safe. Even if they have escaped from the monsters that have fallen from evil thoughts, there are slimes, goblins, black goats, and various bloodthirsty monsters.

The crying child was covered by her mother, who lifted her wrinkled face, tears streaming down her thin cheeks.

... Mursh is destroyed, she murmured.

The air was dead silent.

In all fairness, Mershburg is not a place to be missed. Their lords enjoyed their offerings, hailing them as slaves. There, they will always be hunched over and be obedient dogs without dignity.

But Mersh is a survivor camp, a sanctuary from disaster. Now it has been destroyed by the monster tide.

Where shall we flee to?

This question is bound to go unanswered. Ketasi is too big and has too few places to go. They do not know where the other survivors' camps are or whether they will make it to the new shelter alive.

We have escaped, and there is hope for life.

The goblin who stopped at the beginning finally breathed a bit of his breath and encouraged his companions. Goblins have the ability to dig burrows. They rely on this talent to escape, and they are already much luckier than other races.

Even if we were the only ones alive, we could have

A strange neigh interrupted him, and his voice came to an abrupt end.

His whole body was stiff, and he saw the faces of his companions on the opposite side showing a look of horror. He wanted to scream, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't move, his eyes were dark.

the trunk, bent the branches, and the leaves rustled on his shoulders. It's thicker than all the goblins put together, stronger than these year-round underfed slaves.

python opened its bloody mouth, and its fangs glowed with a strange cold light under the moonlight.

It swallowed a goblin with ease.

This circle of goblins will be its dishes.

Death was in sight again, and the goblins, pinned to their feet for fear, finally moved. Some goblins drilled down like crazy, and the female goblin holding the child screamed in fear, turned around and ran away.

She had no shoes, and the rough soles of her feet stepped on the muddy ground and were scratched by the fine thorns in the weeds. The smell of blood stimulated the monster hiding in the tree. The young goblin in his arms hugged his mother's neck and looked at the approaching python, so frightened that he lost his voice.

The moonlight reflected the thick and long reflection of the python on the ground. The triangular snake head was just above her, and she could even smell the blood in that big mouth. The branches on the ground tripped her, and she subconsciously threw the child forward, and she fell to the ground.

The snake's head slowly bowed down, and the shadow that represented death enveloped her. The goblin desperately crawled back with both hands and the ground, and finally closed his eyes in fear, and let out a shrill and desperate cry: Save, save me

...

The surrounding air seemed to be still for a moment.

She heard a dull thud, as if something fell heavily to the ground. The warm liquid splashed on her face, on her shoulders and arms that were ripped off.

The child's crying sounded again, but the pain and suffocation were delayed. She seemed to finally realize something and opened her eyes in disbelief.

The huge python had fallen into the ground, its head was cut off neatly, and it rolled into the grass beside it. She has not recovered from the desperate situation and the great fear, she looked up in a trance, and saw a figure standing on a snake.

like moonlight draped behind her, and her pale golden eyes like the sun drooped slightly. She was wearing a black knee-length dress with white bandages wrapped around her elbows and knees. Her naked skin was crystal white, and her expression was calm and peaceful.

Not like humans, not like elves, not like any of the races on the Ketasi.

with them, like the aliens who suddenly appeared in this absurd apocalypse.

...

Lucia clenched her sword tightly again.

The belly of the python was swollen and bulging. There were too many such beasts in the abyss, and she already knew how to deal with them. The sword fell from the hand, and its abdomen was completely cut open.

The dead goblin lay there. His body was wrapped in mucus, his face was blue and purple, and his bones were crushed when swallowed by the python. A goblin finally came to his senses and stumbled to the python, sobbing lowly.

Lucia stepped aside and watched them curiously.

It was the first time she had seen a goblin. Occasionally, this kind of creature was introduced in the picture book that was accidentally thrown into the abyss by the race on the ground.

The rich and desperate black spread over their heads, and such a color never appeared on the dead souls in the abyss. Those kids have no emotions and the only fun is to fight her.

It can be said that they are a group of very rebellious subjects.

This snake meat is delicious. Lucia had already lost too much energy to climb the abyss, she was a little hungry, and wanted to eat a good meal of roast snake meat. But these earthly races are weeping for the loss of their comrades.

There was a hint of pity in her eyes, and she tied the long sword with cloth again, leaned against the tree and waited, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a goblin walking towards her.

Lucia turned her head and saw a goblin holding a child, standing awkwardly in front of her.

She had many scratches on her legs, and was as thin as a skeleton knight a size that most of these goblins have, which is different from what the picture books show.

Thank you for saving us, my lord. The goblin spoke to her in a hoarse voice, as if she hadn't had a sip of water for a long time: If it wasn't for you, we would all have died here.

Lucia 's pale golden eyes blinked quickly, and she said, Hands up.

This was the first time she had such a harmonious and friendly exchange with another creature. Lucia stood up straighter, her eyes lit up, and she stared straight at the goblin. But the goblin always bowed his head habitually and humbly, unable to receive such warm and joyful eyes.

... Where are you from? After hesitating for a while, the goblin still asked. She knew that going to the bottom of things like this would make some adults annoyed, but they had already entered a desperate situation, and this adult who fell from the sky in front of them might be their only savior.

- Where did she come from?

Lucia turned her body completely in the direction of the goblin this time.

I came from the abyss.

The goblin was stunned for a while, then finally raised his head, looked at her carefully, and quickly lowered his head again. She moved quickly, but Lucia still noticed a hint of confusion flashing across her scowling face.

Yes, is that so?

Lucia: ...

It seemed that things were as she imagined. Ketasi has been destroyed, so these races on the ground no longer care about the rumored Demon King who can destroy Ketasi!

The little devil was disappointed, but the goblin who bowed his head again still couldn't find her emotions. Her arms were sore from holding the baby for too long, and she panicked.

The grown-up was obviously unwilling to answer the question, and deftly avoided it with a joke. She should probably leave wisely and stop disturbing the adults ' interest.

But, but

The female goblin swallowed her saliva, and the sweat flowed into the wound on her forehead, which was drawn by something, causing bursts of pain. She whispered: I don't mean anything else, my lord. We're from Mershburg.

A goblin looked over here, but the adults in front of him did not speak. She bit her head and finished her words in one breath: Mershburg was destroyed by those terrifying monsters, we have nowhere to go, we want to find a new refuge. We... we are willing to do anything, will be your most loyal slave.

Lucia was startled, understood what she meant, and shook her head gently: I can't help you.

They wanted to find a safe place, but there was nothing she could do about it her people in the abyss loved being mischievous and fighting. She is going to do big things on the ground. If you bring these goblins to the abyss, there is no guarantee that they will not be teased and bullied.

The goblin in front of him had a heavy and melancholy turbid dark blue, but he didn't say anything, and finally bent down to her deeply.

The goblins began to dig graves. The dead goblin was the leader among them, and he led them to escape here. Without him, the goblins were uneasy, like a shepherd's flock.

As they dig holes, they weep over a hopeless future. A goblin saw that Tim, who had gone to talk to the grown-up, came back, and hurriedly leaned forward and lowered his voice.

Tim, what did you say to that lord?

Tim shook his head, looking silent.

So the goblins were quiet. Digging a resting cave for their companions is the only thing they can do now, and it can also make them temporarily forget their fears for the future. Their concentration was so concentrated that the burrows were digging deeper and deeper, so that the long-lost aroma of food could not waft into their noses at all.

Lucia stood on the edge of the bottomless cave, looking down.

Many brave warriors will come to the abyss to challenge themselves, and then accidentally fall into the sky and drop all kinds of things. She had read a book about the customs of goblins they like to bury their dead compatriots deep, deep underground. The deeper the grave, the more revered the deceased goblin is.

But the goblins did not dare to bury the dead too deeply, because they were afraid of digging into the rumored abyss.

But these goblins may have turned grief and despair into strength, and Lucia could no longer see where they were. She hesitated for a moment and looked at the roasted snake meat behind her.

She couldn't finish a snake that long by herself.

Lucia leaned down slightly, her long pure white hair falling down gently. She tapped at the entrance of the cave and asked, Are there any goblins?

After a while, a goblin jumped up.

It was a young goblin with a gray face and muddy hands and feet. He was as thin as the other goblins, with a thin layer of flesh on his bones.

My lord, he habitually bent down deeply, rubbed his palm on his tattered trousers, and asked humbly and embarrassedly, what do you need me to do for you?

Between the words, his nose shrugged, smelling the aroma that he could n't smell when he was underground. The long hunger made the goblin raise his eyes subconsciously, and his body instinct made him look at the place where the fragrance was emitted.

Then he saw meat.

Meat, lots and lots of meat. It was supported on the fire by the branches of moderate thickness, and the golden grease slowly dripped down the small sound of the fire crackling .

His eyes straightened, he swallowed heavily, and then he realized what a rude thing he had done.

Slaves are not allowed to stare directly at the food on the table. No matter how hungry they are, they can only wait until sunset to receive their daily bowl of white beans.

Even if this adult who can cut off the python's head with one sword and is obviously different from them is not his master, he will be unhappy because of his greedy gaze.

I-

The goblin spoke in a panic, trying to make up for his mistake. But before he could say anything, he heard the adult in front of him speak, with a natural and calm tone.

I roasted some snake meat, she said. Would you like to enjoy it with me?

Chapter 2 _

The goblin was completely stunned.

may be that he has endured hunger for too long to make him have such an illusion of luxury at this moment. Rouxiang kept digging into his nose along the wind, and he gave a hard shiver.

Is this a temptation? He thought uneasily and blankly.

The lord of Mershburg is cruel and vicious, and all the people who can survive in his territory have been submissive to him. So at the moment when generosity suddenly came, the first thing he thought of was whether there was any trap hidden in this sentence.

The lord had done such a thing before. Freeing a slave who was about to be executed, watching him cry with gratitude and surprise, and then when he turned around, he signaled the guard to pierce the slave's heart with a sword.

It was a half- orc, a simple and honest tauren. His head was cut off, his eyes filled with tears of gratitude and ecstasy before his death, the pain of the long sword passing through his body and the moment of daze were perfectly intertwined on his face, which became the lord's most satisfying collection..

The goblin completely froze, he didn't dare to move or answer, he just bent his waist lower in panic, wishing to kneel on the ground, let the adults in front of him see his humbleness and hesitation, and stop teasing him.

air was silent for a moment, and he heard the grown-up speak again.

The food is here. If you want it, come up.

He stared, his white bandaged feet drifting away from view.

The goblin's feet moved, then moved again. Finally he took a step back and slid back into the cave. His waist straightened up, and the moment he submerged into the ground, his eyes couldn't help looking in that direction.

The young adult sat on a tree stump, her long hair as bright as moonlight was pulled behind her ears, and her pale golden eyes were as gentle as the morning sun.

... This lord is different from the cunning and cruel lord.

The thought flashed through his mind, and then took root. His eternally sad face showed a hint of happiness that had disappeared since the fall of the gods, and he burrowed into the depths of the burrow.

His companions had already placed the bodies of their compatriots, silently refilling the burrows. Before the end of the age, they may pool a sum of money to invite pastors of the church to sing sacrificial songs for their dead compatriots.

But over the years, the church has collapsed, the pastors have lost their support, and they have witnessed so many deaths that they have reached the point of numbness in fact, dying on the current Ketasi continent may not be such a bad thing.

The young goblin stood firm.

Inside lay their partner, his expression quiet again. He and his companions began to fill in the cave, and their movements were more flexible than any goblin. It looked like they were severely beaten by the lord's whip when they were working, but they did not show a fearful expression.

Tim noticed that he had just left the burrow, leaned closer, and asked him, What happened, Jill?

Jill couldn't hold back for a long time, and finally heard his companion's question, and turned his head suddenly.

digging splashed onto his face. His face was dirty, against the green, shriveled skin, and the eye sockets that were too big because he was too thin. Worry.

The lord prepared food for us. Jill said happily, he didn't lower the volume, and the goblins next to him could hear it. It's snake meat, roasted, lots and lots of snake meat.

The hole is narrow, but it is crowded with six or seven little goblins. As soon as he said this, the air was still for a moment, and the goblins who were struggling to fill the soil all stopped strangely.

Tim's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe what she had just heard. The same goes for the other goblins, with a blank expression on their faces.

... Jill, what did you say?

The lord roasted a lot of snake meat and invited us to share it with her - don't stop, everyone, hurry up! Fill the cave and we can go up and eat the meat!

shared.

This word is so rare in the apocalypse that the goblins still can't react, but Jill said the word meat so loudly that there were even echoes in the burrow.

eat meat.

A goblin asked in a trance: Is it true? Jill, are you joking?

How could Jill joke about this kind of thing? He struggled to fill the soil and muttered: If you don't believe it, just go up and take a look!

The goblins are back in action.

Even Tim's child, a little goblin with no clothes on, hastened the landfill. The speed at which caves are being dug is already fast, and the speed at which they are being filled is even more astonishing than before. They quickly emerged from the burrow and climbed back to the ground.

Before their eyes readjusted to the moonlight on the ground, they smelled that enticing fragrance.

The fat from the snake meat that was grilled on the rack sizzled, Lucia raised her eyes and glanced at the group of goblins.

This is a tree pepper forest. The snake just bent the branches of the tree, so that the tree peppers were pressed to a position where they could reach on tiptoes. Lucia picked a few tree peppers, picked up a stone from the ground, went to the stream not far away to wash it, and then used the stone to grind the tree pepper.

Before hearing the goblin's cry for help, she was by the creek, trying to fish. She had read in a book about the fishing method of the above-ground races, where as long as a sunken pot was placed next to a school of fish, the fish would jump up on their own.

It's a pity that it was not easy to climb the abyss. She didn't bring too many things, and she didn't have a basin in her hand. She could only find a rock with a slight curvature and move it to the edge of the stream, but she didn't catch a single fish.

Without the tools at hand, the tree pepper powder is not finely ground, but it can be regarded as a seasoning. Just as Lucia sprinkled them evenly over the snake meat, she heard rustling movements from the bottomless hole.

The goblins returned, the warm orange of gratitude and the gold of joy blooming on them. They bowed to Lucia, said words of gratitude to her, and the goblin fell to her knees and bowed her head to her.

Since the end of the world, they have not received such generosity and favor for a long time.

These goblins were treated like slaves and had not eaten meat for a long time. Compared with other races, they occasionally burrow into the dark underground in the dead of night, looking for insects they can eat and supplement themselves with some nutrition - of course, it can be seen from their body size that those insects are hungry all the year round. They are of no use.

What 's more, this kind of thing can't be done too much, so as not to be severely punished after being discovered. The lord of Mershburg once said that everything in the domain is the property of the lord, including the underground bugs that no one can catch except the goblins.

The goblins picked up the fragrant roast and took a bite. The slightly spicy and tender taste filled the mouth, and the uncontrollable tears blurred the eyes. But they didn't have the heart to cry, they just wanted to cherish the feast for the first time in years.

Lucia looked at them.

The warm colors on them merged together and became a very beautiful color. Lucia likes this color very much, like the sun is rising.

The sun can't be seen in the abyss, and when she feeds the skeleton dragon, she won't see this color from its body. The dragon would only try to fly away from her.

she asked: where is mershburg?

Go all the way to the north, my lord. Jill, who was closest to her, hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of roast meat and answered first. After all the words were said, he realized that something was wrong, and hesitantly asked: Do you want to...

Lucia replied: I want to go to Mershburg and see.

It has been seven days since she came to the ground, and she has not yet encountered a gathering place of the above-ground races. Lucia is very interested in the civilization on the ground, and even the ruined colony can satisfy her curiosity.

Murshburg is horrible! said Tim's boy. He was very young, with no clothes on, his swollen belly hung down on his skinny body, and his voice was thin: There is no food, only whips, and everyone is unhappy. The evil lord has attracted God's revenge, He's dead, he's killed my dad, he's killed everyone

Shut up!

Tim gave a low drink and covered the little goblin's mouth with his hand. There was fear on her face, and Lucia saw the radiance on them visibly dim for a moment.

The lord they speak of is dead. What is this fear of?

She watched the goblins without questioning. Jill on the other side was silent for a moment and put down the snake meat in his hand.

my lord, gill said, " if you want to go to mershburg, please allow me to lead the way

he finished speaking, someone among the goblins let out a clear inhalation sound. They looked at Jill as if he were a lunatic.

That place has been destroyed, leaving nothing but ruins, not to mention that any survivors who managed to escape would not be willing to go back and bet on whether the tide of monsters has left.

Jill was also frightened by this. He raised his eyes and met the gentleman's pale golden eyes. The beating heart in his chest gradually calmed down.

My brother, got separated from me in the beast swarm. I want to go back and see if he is still... still there.

fire crackled, and the wind roared in the deep forest. The small square inch of land, sheltered by the tree canopy, was quiet, not even the sound of goblins gobbling down.

Fallen monsters are irrational, bloodthirsty and warlike, so they only know how to destroy everything they encounter along the way.

For a goblin, death beyond dust is more terrifying than anything in the world.

Since the moment of separation, Jill no longer holds out the hope of reuniting with his younger brother alive. He just wanted to find the little goblin in the ruins and let him rest in peace.

Jill 's voice fell, and after the shock, the goblins suddenly realized something - they had nowhere to go, and the front was full of fog and danger.

a moment of silence, Tim said: My lord, I used to work in the lord's kitchen, and I am very familiar with the castle. Maybe there are cellars that have not been destroyed by monsters - please allow me to go with you and explore those deep places for you. Hidden in a dark place underground.

Another gust of wind blew, and the chirping of birds came from nowhere. Lucia looked at the silent goblins.

was also a beautiful color, a sad and quiet dark blue.

She loves these colors, regardless of the meaning behind them.

I see, Lucia 's brows softened and she said gently: After this meal, let's go.

Chapter 3 _

Mursh has indeed been destroyed.

The wave of monsters that suddenly attacked at night was stronger than any previous attacks in this territory. Most of them were orcs, and the mutant horns of the fallen tauren easily overwhelmed the huts of the slaves. When a dozen or so fallen tauren charged together without reason, not even the strong gates of the castle could withstand their power.

This survivor camp was originally circular, with the lord's castle at the center, a stream surrounding the castle, and farmland for planting white beans in the outer circle, followed by the residences of other residents.

Even the slaves who worked in the castle could not rest in the castle. Only himself, his cook and his guards live in the lord's castle. When disaster strikes, the bridge over the stream will be cut down, serving as another line of defense in addition to the stone wall and the residents., to buy time for the lord to escape.

But now it's completely lost what it used to be.

The city wall built of stones collapsed in the wave of monsters, crushing many houses under the city wall. The owners of those huts had just finished their day's hard work, and had just fallen into sleep tiredly when they were buried alive by the falling boulders.

My father died building this wall, Jill stared at the ruins in front of him, his bare arms trembling, ... and I saw it collapse with my own eyes.

In the gloomy night, the monsters roared terribly, and the ears were filled with despair and panic. The black mist spread from the stumps of the monsters devoured them, the only city wall that could protect them collapsed, and the rubble, mud and blood-stained stumps splashed everywhere.

the goblins would never want to recall in their lifetime.

The outermost area of Mersh was the worst-hit place, and the soil was covered with messy footprints of monsters. The young goblin rubbed his face fiercely, stood up straight, and looked into the distance.

God 's favor He paused suddenly, his face turned pale at that moment, glanced at the goblins beside him, and then said nervously: I mean, it's really lucky, monster Tide seems to have left. Your lord, would you like to visit the castle?

monsters are bloodthirsty, and they are not interested in weapons, food, and clothing that they regard as treasures. When the lord dies, the supplies stored in the castle are left alone.

Jill speculated in his heart, thinking that the adult came to the ruins of Mersh Castle for those supplies, so he thought about how to find her brother after she was brought to the castle - even if it was probably a matter of time. an impossible thing.

They haven't had enough to eat for too long, and it's not easy to clean up these broken walls, let alone find the person they're looking for from under the vast ruins.

Lucia blinked and nodded.

castle in the abyss, which was left by the previous Demon Lord. That Demon King was a very greedy skeleton dragon who built an underground palace in a cave with gold, and it was splendid day and night.

She defeated the Demon King, but was not very satisfied with the palace she inherited.

set foot on this land, Lucia had a very strange feeling in her heart, which made her curious about this place even more.

... don't know what a castle on the ground would look like.

After leaving the area of the city wall, you can gradually see some houses and shacks that survived the disaster. A goblin stepped forward and looked in through the door and window.

No one, they cried, looking disappointed.

They walked all the way to the castle. Every time they saw a complete house, the goblins would always step forward to see if there were any survivors, but they were disappointed every time - they couldn't even find a body.

The chances of everyone escaping successfully are too small, the only explanation is that those who died have been infected and turned into walking dead monsters.

monster tide has left, it does not mean that there are no remaining monsters lingering in Mersh Fort. They didn't dare to get too far from Lucia, and looked around vigilantly, their thin bodies habitually and deeply bowed, as if they were ready to drill a hole to escape at any time.

The farmland has been devastated, and the white ground beans in the field have been trampled into a rotten mush, mixed with the soil.

Tim gasped subconsciously.

The lords of Mershburg are especially fond of receiving new goblins. They're small, don't eat as much as the orcs, and need very little food to survive - and they 're earth-born creatures, and they're particularly quick to work on dry land.

They tended the food day and night, kneeling on the ground to catch weeds. These white ground beans were the only thing they could rely on to survive in this generation, but now they're just rotten in the ground.

Perhaps the rotten mashed beans can be eaten too. I don't think they are any different from the usual mashed paste - just a little dirty. Tim said to his companion in a low voice, wait for the adult to get it. Whatever she wants, we can find a basket and dig some mashed ground beans.

Some goblins nodded in agreement: There must be some white ground beans that have not been trampled. If we are lucky, we won't be hungry in the next few days.

of hungry, some goblins thought of the incomparably delicious feast just now.

since the fall of the gods and the collapse of Ketasi that they had eaten such a sumptuous meal and those who died would never have such an opportunity.

Crossing the farmland, they soon saw the lord's castle. It was a fortress made of stone that existed long before the dark hour. The weather-beaten building usually gave people a gloomy and gloomy feeling, and now the moss-covered walls are splashed with blood and dents from violent impacts, which is even more terrifying.

Lucia looked at it for a moment, disappointed.

... She thought her palace was a little prettier than this castle.

The drawbridge in front of the castle had been cut off, and they crossed the stream and looked at the castle on the slope. Tim glanced around and trotted forward: My lord, I know a path from the cellar to the castle.

The dead lord of Mershburg built a huge cellar in his castle and divided it into many small rooms. He was the lord here before the darkness came, hoarding a lot of treasure - but now no one cares about the piles of gold and silver.

entrance to the cellar were torn clothing and guards' armor, and a broken long sword lay alone, its hilt gripped by a blood-stained stump, whose owner was nowhere to be seen, with the cruelty. The intruding monsters became one.

The lord who was in the castle at that time probably chose to escape from the cellar, and the entrance was splattered with blood. Lucia continued to walk forward and saw a few more corpses.

There are no dwarves who can forge weapons in Mershburg, and the warehouse for storing weapons is quite empty, only three long swords, one dagger and two short knives. Lucia picked up one of the swords and took a few glances.

These weapons are all tempered from a kind of iron stone of ordinary quality, which is very common in the abyss. She put the sword back, and paused when she walked out of the warehouse.

The goblins were all waiting outside for some reason, Lucia's eyes swept across their empty waists, a little confused: There are some weapons inside, don't you go get them?

As soon as the words fell, the goblins in front of them all widened their eyes.

In Ketasi 903, the most precious things on the continent finally came to a conclusion - food, water, weapons. Mershburg isn't the only place to hold these resources firmly in their hands, they are simply too important.

In Mersh Fort, only the guards trusted by the lords can have iron weapons, and ordinary residents can only use wooden and stone weapons to protect themselves - this may also be one of the factors of their collapse.

Being treated like slaves consumed their minds, and after hearing Lucia say this, the goblin started to move sluggishly, holding those heavy weapons in his hands.

The stone room where food was stored was right next to it. Unexpectedly, there were not many things here - dozens of bags of white ground beans and two bags of wheat flour were piled in the corner, and two or three jars of spices were scattered on the wooden shelves. There are four pieces of meat hanging from the top of the stone chamber.

Only white ground beans can survive in the land of Mershburg. In order to get other food, the lord will regularly send teams to other territories to trade.

Tim has worked in the kitchen and knows these things like the back of his hand: The last team never came back and everyone guessed that maybe something happened to them.

Jill said: This kind of team has always been formed by a small number of guards and most of the civilians. The lord was recruiting civilians a few days ago, and this time the reward is more abundant than before - probably because of the food. Not enough for the sake of it.

The residents of Mershburg can endure being used as slaves by their lords because they can shelter their lives here. But going out to exchange food is different. There are many dangers outside. In order to let them take risks willingly, the lord had to promise them some remuneration.

Lucia nodded thoughtfully.

in the cellar, they passed in turn the warehouse where cloth and looms were stored, the stone room where a bottle of wine was kept upright, and a warehouse full of useless collections. At the end of the warehouse is a staircase, one going up and one leading to a deeper underground.

Sir, from here, you should be able to reach the first floor of the stone castle,

No one knew what was going on in the castle. Jill held the long sword he got in his sweaty palm tightly and swallowed hard.

He wanted to follow the lord, and he had to show his worth. Even if he's just a small, skinny goblin.

Jill clenched his sword tightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind at that moment, and he stepped on the first floor of the stairs as if he was dying: ... Please allow me to find the way for you.

Wait a minute.

A gentle and crisp voice sounded in the cellar, and Jill turned around blankly, and saw the white-haired and golden-eyed adult with slightly drooping eyelashes, looking at the stairs leading down.

The indescribable feeling resurfaced again, but it was a little different from the previous feeling. She could clearly feel that certain elements in the air were more active near the steps, making her feel intimate and relaxed.

Those beautiful eyes closed, and Lucia heard a suppressed, almost inaudible sob.

... there are people down there, she said.

Chapter 4 _

The cellar was silent for a moment, and in that moment of silence, the low roar of the monster suddenly sounded.

There are people below, and there are monsters.

Lucia turned around and walked down the stairs, and the goblins responded in a hurry, hurriedly following.

wanting to be reunited with their families briefly overwhelmed their fear of monsters, and they clenched their weapons and stepped cautiously into the deeper ground.

The deepest scene of the stone castle came into view, strange and absurd.

It was a small stone room, and the dim candlelight jumped, drawing long shadows from the objects hanging on the wall. The long whip stained with blood, the collar full of thorns, the bone needles glowing with cold light... But at this time, the attention of the goblins was not on the existence that symbolized abuse and violence.

Across the iron-black railing, their eyes met those full of sadness and despair.

The stone room is divided into three parts by railings. The innermost darkness, blocked by the double railings, made it impossible to see what was inside; the narrow outer chamber between the two railings was crowded with survivors, goblins, humans, and orcs; beyond the railings lingered No less than five monsters were staring at them, and from time to time they violently rammed the sturdy railing and the railing miraculously remained standing.

the moment when the eyes of the two sides met, those monsters also smelled their breath and turned their heads to look over.

Lucia looked at them.

Most of those monsters still retain the characteristics of the original race, and a black mist gushed out from the remaining part of the life. Their eyes were red and bloodshot, and they gasped for breath, saliva dripping from their wide-open mouths. The moment they saw Lucia and the others, these monsters suddenly turned towards them and let out a low growl of excitement.

This is a species she has never seen in the abyss, and they have an aura that makes her very disgusted.

Brother!

scream came from the railing, Jill trembled all over, and the hand holding the long sword couldn't help shaking. He followed the sound and saw his younger brother squeezed beside the railing, his face white with fear and his eyes filled with tears.

His heart trembled, and the joy that suddenly rose due to the unexpected reunion disappeared in the next second - those bloodthirsty monsters had already rushed up, opened their bloody mouths, and wanted to tear them apart alive.

The stairs behind him are narrow, the escape route is blocked by other goblins, and the relatives are in front of him, trapped under the gaze of the beasts. The cowardice in his nature miraculously swept away at that moment, Jill roared, raised the long sword in his hand high, and slashed at the monster in front of him.

Clang-

He was too thin, and the iron long sword hit the hard horn of the mutant tauren, but failed to hurt it in the slightest. The shock from his wrist instead knocked the long sword to one side.

Jill 's pupils shrank sharply, and before the despair caused by his inability to do anything came to his mind, he heard a voice coming from the side of his ear.

I think the toughest part of this creature is its horns.

The voice said slowly, Well done, you just might need to attack from a different location... like that.

His mind was blank and he couldn't see anything. In his memory, the cold light on the long sword flickered in front of his eyes, black blood spurted out, and icy blood splashed on his face.

The low roar of the monster subsided, and the cellar fell into an unprecedented silence.

That scene left too deep traces in their field of vision, and the absolute power made them stunned until a long time later, every time they mentioned the year when Mursh got a new life, someone could not help but talk about being in the cellar The scene seen in.

The splashed blood didn't seem to touch her at all. Lucia pulled her sword and stood up, as if unaware of those surprises and shocks, and walked to the railing wall calmly and naturally.

The survivors inside stared at her blankly, and Lucia 's eyes blinked a little slowly.

undead would never give her such positive feedback, and she did not expect these creatures on the ground to have such a reaction. The little devil from the abyss had to admit that she was in an unexpected and happy mood at this time.

After all, she is a Demon King who has always wanted to do great things, and the worship from others will make her very satisfied.

But Lucia also knew that a powerful demon king was always happy and angry. She turned her eyes on the iron railings and said quietly, Go back a little bit, and I 'll cut this door open for you.

Ketasi continent have elements, and pure elements can be condensed into element spar. The iron and stone materials used to make weapons are ordinary, but these railings are made of a rare iron element spar, which can even withstand the impact of monsters.

The former lord of Mershburg had built an extremely hard-to-destroy cage underground but that wasn't much of a hindrance to Lucia.

The key, the key is here.

survivors finally came to their senses. Someone stammered and hurriedly raised the sweat-soaked key in their palms and opened the railing door.

thought they would be trapped to death here, but at the time of despair ushered in the dawn - beautiful and bright colors bloomed on their bodies.

was really a beautiful picture that couldn't be described in words. Lucia didn't know what to think, her eyes were faintly thoughtful.

Jill hugged his younger brother tightly, and some of the goblins who followed also met people they knew, and their emotions were a little difficult to control for a while.

The number of these survivors is not large, and there are about a dozen or so. Lucia stood aside, watching them hug and cry, and heard someone ask: How come you guys are stuck here?

When the monsters broke in, we panicked, thinking that the stone castle was the safest place, so we all fled here. One of the survivors explained, recalling the tragic scene he saw at that time, Still a little scared: I didn't expect that the stone castle was also knocked open. There were monsters outside. We had nowhere to escape, so we had to hide here.

A goblin whispered: These railings can block the attack of the monsters, but those horrible guys have been guarding us outside, and the ground is hard stone, and we can't get out at all. We are all desperate, if not that A genie has been comforting us -- ah!

He suddenly remembered something and turned his head sharply: That elf is still inside!

Click-

sound of the key unlocking, and before the goblin's words were finished, Lucia took the key from the person next to her and opened the door of the innermost room.

It's dark and humid here, but the only element of light is extraordinarily cheerful. Lucia's pale golden eyes swept around, and her eyes stopped in the corner.

She looked startled.

It was an elf of light. He hung his head down, his hands hung on the wall by ropes, his bare upper body was covered with bruises and wounds, and a shallow pool of blood had accumulated under his feet, which hung weakly.

Many wounds have not yet healed. Perhaps at the moment when the nightmare came, the former lord of Mershburg was in this cage, wantonly whipping the elf.

...

Lucia frowned slightly, drew out her long sword again, and stepped forward. And in the second she approached, the elf who seemed to be dying raised his head.

His face is very handsome, with slightly curly blond hair and violet-like eyes, the outline is like a carving of a god, the bridge of the nose is high, and even if the thin lips are bloodless, they can still see the graceful curvature.

This is not surprising, Lucia has read in the Encyclopedia of Ketasi Continent, most of the elves have the appearance of the gods. It's just that she didn't expect that she would see such a color - it was a radiance as clear and translucent as white crystal.

No need to work hard. The elf saw her long sword and nodded lightly at her: This chain is made of dark spar...

His voice paused because Lucia had slashed the chain in two with her sword. After a brief stunned look, his expression did not waver, and he stretched out his hand to support the wall behind him.

Lucia untied the handcuffs and shackles for him, looked at the inexplicable color curiously, and found that the elf seemed unable to stand. She asked a tauren who looked stronger than the others to support him, and turned back to the railing.

Then she took a step.

colors on the scroll were even more brilliant.

The creatures on the ground faced her, with grateful eyes in their eyes, and their faces were nervous and nervous. Jill took a step forward and bent deeply towards her.

Sir, he shouted a little stumblingly, clenching the hilt of the sword warmed by the palm of his hand again, as if finally gathering courage, Where are you going next? I, we... Please allow me, Let us follow you.

They had never seen such a person since the end of the world. Obviously so powerful, but willing to share a feast with them, and handed over precious weapons to them. You must know that even before the end of the world, goblins have never been a race that will be respected by others - their brains are not very flexible, and it takes a long time to master even the most basic arithmetic.

But the adult treated them softly, without the slightest contempt in his eyes.

The same thing, Tim had asked once before. Lucia didn't answer her request, but hesitated for a moment this time.

Their soul-born colors are simply too pleasing to the eye. Lucia will feel happy and satisfied when she sees them blooming with beautiful colors because of what they have done.

What 's more, this land is attracting her. It was an indescribable feeling. There seemed to be something familiar and unfamiliar to her hidden in the dry soil.

In just a few seconds, she made a decision.

If the destruction of Ketasi, the greatest achievement belonging to the Demon King, can no longer be completed, then reversing it and rebuilding the destroyed Ketasi may be an equally glorious and glorious cause.

I'll stay here.

Lucia said, seeing the surprise light in the eyes of those creatures: If you want, you can be my people.

She paused, thinking of the rebellious people in the abyss who wanted to assassinate her every day to replace her, and what happened to these creatures on earth, she couldn't help but add in a low voice: ... I am a lover of people like a son. good lord.

Chapter 5 _

Lucia got a new territory and new people.

These people on earth are so different from her people underground. They are much more fragile and need to be cared for carefully, and they will not attempt to assassinate her. Lucia was very satisfied with these new people, and she worked hard on her first day in office, wanting to improve the lives of the people.

First of all, the people only have white beans to eat, which is really tragic. As her people, they deserve richer food.

Lucia, however, didn't know much about the way of life on earth, so she called Tim, a well-informed man who had worked in the castle, and asked her: I want new seeds. In exchange for what? Who do you trade with?

Tim was stunned for a while, and then hesitantly said: Sir, do you want to plant new crops? The land of Mershburg was once influenced by the divine power of the God of Light. Except for white ground beans, other crops cannot survive here..

Lucia was a little dazed.

In the Encyclopedia of Ketasi who fell into the abyss, the existence of divine power was indeed mentioned. There are many gods on the Ketasi continent. Their divine power can protect their believers and give them some special powers - for example, the believers of the God of Light have the ability to communicate with the light element, thus becoming excellent healers and purifiers.

... But the divine power mentioned by Tim seems to be different from the description of divine power in the records.

Tim sensed the Lord's doubts.

since Ragnarok, and the original kingdom and society of Ketasi has long since fallen apart. She was suspicious of the lord's confusion at this time, but not too surprised.

As soon as he saw the grown-up, Tim realized that she was different from them.

She is like a bystander outside the disaster and suffering, with ignorance and pure whiteness that is not familiar with the world.

Ketasi Continent, and four years ago, no one would have thought that the gods who protected them forever would bring disaster to them. Tim had a lot of speculation in his heart, but he didn't ask.

Whenever a god falls, the uncontrollable divine power will be scattered to the earth, causing disasters or otherworldly realms. For example, after the death of the dark god, his divine power descends, and it becomes the evil thoughts that can curse us.

Tim explained, At the beginning, Mersh Fort was affected by a ray of divine power from the God of Light, and the chance of being attacked by monsters was greatly reduced. However, after a large number of fugitives came here, they discovered that the land of Mersh was unbearable because it was unbearable. The divine power dried up and cracked, and only white earth beans could survive here.

Lucia looked puzzled: The pepper forest is only a twenty-minute walk from here.

Yes, my lord. I think that's the rumored realm of the forest god, Tim said. I've never been there, but I've heard of it... It's full of beasts, and even plants eat people. Ex The lord tried to obtain food resources from the otherworld, but few of the teams who entered there were able to return safely. Over time, we stopped setting foot there.

She said, as if recalling the huge python, and shivered slightly.

Lucia nodded thoughtfully.

The sun broke through the clouds and reflected on the post-disaster town. There are two suns and two moons in Ketaxi continent. According to legend, they represent the flesh and godhead of light and darkness respectively.

Lucia stood in front of the stone castle, looking down at the shelter.

Mershburg is not big, but today it has only nineteen inhabitants, so it looks extraordinarily empty. You must know that the number of Lucia's people in the abyss is as many as 109,704 - this is just the number she counted before she left the abyss.

monster tide ravaged Mursh like a gust of wind, but there are still some shacks left intact. The survivors were looking for these habitable shacks, and these were all seen by Lucia.

The sheds were old and shabby, and neither rain nor freezing. We need to build new houses, she thought.

The white bean field is located on both sides of the road leading to the stone castle. The houses around the field are almost completely trampled by monsters. After spending time cleaning up, there is a large open space that can be used for construction. Lucia told Tim: I need some people to clear this area of farmland.

Tim nodded quickly and was about to leave when he heard the lord continue: Remuneration... Do you think a piece of cloth is suitable?

The stock of food in the cellar is not full, and the gold and silver treasures in this world are probably of little use today. Lucia thought for a moment and felt that she could use the cloth as a reward.

Tim stopped in his footsteps, did not expect her to say this sentence, and stuttered for a while: What? No, no, Lord Lord, you don't need to pay us

her face, as if Lucia had said something incredible. The value of cloth in Mershburg is more precious than food, and they will not have a new cloth in a year, and all their clothes are tattered.

Lucia didn't quite agree with her words.

She once wanted Bonebird to find a very rare little white flower for her, but no matter how many Bonebirds were found, they would only peck her head fiercely. It wasn't until she took out the meat that the Bone Bird liked to eat to tempt it, and the Bone Bird obediently obeyed her instructions.

Lucia thought she was quite experienced in the matter of being a lord, and said with a firm voice: Just do this. Anyone who does this for me will get a piece of cloth.

Tim left the castle like a sleepwalker, as if he was stepping on not the muddy ground, but the soft clouds. It was not until she saw her child running towards her that she seemed to suddenly regain her senses, and her mind finally started to work again.

The cloth in the cellar is of different lengths, but when she went to the cellar to run errands to get the ingredients, she heard the tailor mention that one piece of cloth can make two clothes.

That's two new clothes! Their goblins are much shorter than other races, and a piece of cloth can make three or four pieces of clothing!

Tim covered his mouth suddenly, couldn't help but turned his head and looked in the direction of the stone castle.

but Lucia is no longer there.

took a rough look at the stone castle earlier. This is a double-layered stone castle. The first floor has become terrible due to the wave of monsters, but it can be seen that it was originally divided into a living room, a dining room and a kitchen.

The situation on the second floor was not much better. The deep corridor was splashed with blood on both sides, and a large hole was broken in the middle of the door leading to the previous lord's bedroom, and sawdust fell to the ground.

Lucia found the study in the castle, where she remembered there was a map hanging on the wall.

Lord Lord.

she stepped into the door, someone else's voice rang out. Lucia raised her eyes and saw that the elf found in the cellar stood up with the desk supported.

She remembered that she seemed to let the wounded man rest in the castle, and nodded at him: Are you better?

The Spirit of Light replied: I am gradually recovering, thank you for your kindness.

He said so, but the color on his body was still clear and pure white, and it did not light up the warm orange like the other grateful people. Lucia nodded again, withdrew her gaze, and looked at the map on the wall.

She looked at elves the same way she looked at goblins, humans, and half-humans, as if they were all the same species. Even after he was ripped off the altar, he had never seen such a look.

The light elf's violet eyes looked at the new lord of Mershburg.

The lord felt familiar to him, and it was kind to him, but he knew he had never seen her. The elf was silent for a moment, her eyes falling on the map she was looking at.

Do you want to learn about the mysterious realm of the forest?

Lucia was indeed looking at that area, and when she heard the words, she looked away and looked at him again. The elf said: The terrain of the continent has changed a lot after the disaster. Lakes appeared out of thin air, mountains and forests rose from the cracks in the ground, and city-states became wastelands... This map is not accurate. If you have anything you want to know, you can ask me.

This is a very zealous subject, Lucia thought.

While talking to Tim, she saw that the color on Tim had fluctuated, and the goblin had been surprised by her confusion. This made Lucia feel a little embarrassed. After all, as a lord, she couldn't make her people feel that she knew nothing.

But the elf's reaction was normal and natural, as if he didn't know these things were normal.

So Lucia really asked him: What kind of place is that?

The light elf pondered for a moment.

The self-healing ability of the elemental races has always been strong. The elves could not stand when they left the dungeon, but now they can walk. He crossed the blood stains on the floor, came behind Lucia, stopped half a step away from her, and raised his hand.

His pale, thin fingers, covered with old wounds, pointed to an empty area on the map.

Two years ago, after the God of Light fell, the God of Forest also died.

His voice was slow and slow, as if telling a story: " His divine