Filthy Gray Dwarf

"You slew Purgatory Three-Headed Dog, your Heroic Legend has been broken in Southern Tomb Wilderness / Lotus City."

"Regional Knowledge: In regions such as ' Southern Tomb Wilderness / Great Desert / Lotus City ', the Purgatory Three-Headed Dog is a monster on par with the Two-Headed Dragon. Both are pets of the Blood of Myriad Filth, and the Purgatory Three-Headed Dog is likely partly responsible for the Blood Mist..."

"You have dispelled a small amount of blood mist; regional anomalies are accumulating..."

After reviewing all the information records.

Roger looked up at the sky.

The blood mist that the three-headed dog had brought with it indeed vanished without a trace.

The chaos outside the orchard gradually subsided.

A long time passed.

Only then did people dare to approach and peer into the orchard from a distance.

"Don't be afraid, everyone!"

"Lord Roger has killed Cerberus!"

In the orchard.

Mia snapped out of her astonishment at witnessing Roger's 'transformation' and shouted excitedly.

Not long after.

The flow of people gradually approached from outside the orchard.

Cheers gradually rose.

It soon struck like a tsunami or a landslide.

Since the appearance of the blood mist.

The residents of Lotus City haven't been happy in a long time.

They walked around the three-headed dog's corpse again and again.

Suddenly.

An old man knelt down in the direction Roger was standing.

He was muttering something to himself.

Someone took the lead.

Naturally, some people followed suit.

Under the dual psychological influence of worship and conformity.

The residents of Lotus City who had been watching Roger vanquish the demon all knelt down in worship.

They uttered inconsistent words of praise.

Although the scene looked chaotic.

But this scene was surprisingly harmonious.

Looking at the dark mass of people kneeling on the ground.

Roger didn't say anything.

These people have been tormented by suffering for too long. It's good that they can vent their emotions in this way, and maybe they can regain the courage to fight against suffering.

As for himself.

Then, it silently and stealthily disappeared from the center of the crowd.

All that remained was Mia, her face flushed with excitement.

And there's Cindy with a completely bewildered expression.

After a while.

A corner of the orchard.

Cindy found Roger and honestly reported her day's gains. Just as she was about to return to the Xia Yin Realm to work overtime, Roger stopped her.

What do you think?

Roger pointed to the Lotus City residents who were receiving the first batch of grain in the orchard and asked.

"Cindy?" she exclaimed.

A thoughtful expression immediately appeared on her little face:

"They are quite pitiful."

"No, what I want to ask is, how does it feel to be worshipped?"

Roger asked with a smile.

Cindy thought for a moment, "Not bad."

"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but when those people were worshipping you just now, I felt like I was infected too, and I even had more energy to work."

Roger nodded.

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

The next moment.

He gently rubbed Cindy's head. "Then you will be the first Pope."

His tone was unequivocal.

"Ah?"

This time.

Cindy has really gone mad.

Founding a sect was certainly not a plan Roger made on a whim.

Even back when he began large-scale hunting.

He then realized the importance of organization.

He now commands two factions.

These two forces represent two different organizational forms:

One of them is the Clear Spring Sect.

Clear Spring Sect is a typical martial arts sect.

This is a relatively loose organizational structure.

It can unite elites and also win over a certain number of people.

The downside is that it has a relatively narrow audience.

They can only win over Martial Artist.

Control over the lower classes is also relatively weak.

They are also not strong enough in terms of controlling regional resources.

But Clear Spring Sect also has its advantages.

Roger will never give up on this sect.

The second is the "Country of Chaos," a centralized kingdom established by Diana.

Its nation-building was based on the absolute Martial Force of the devils.

Although they are very strong in terms of resource control.

But its foundation of rule is arguably the shallowest.

Take the Sea Serpent Queen as an example.

If she wants to.

She could easily overthrow Roger's Country of Chaos in any way she wanted.

Especially after the Sea Serpent Church grew increasingly powerful within the Country of Chaos.

Friction and compromise between the two sides are certainly unavoidable.

In friction and collision.

The weakness of Country of Chaos, lacking popular support, will likely be fully exposed.

Neither of these organizations had a way of grasping the power of the grassroots.

Considering the productivity of Mystra and Quinan.

Talking about more advanced social structures is pure fantasy.

Dynasties and religions were more Adaptation to Local Conditions means of resource control.

Roger has no intention of following the path of Divine Kingdom Practitioner.

But not following the path of the Kingdom of God does not mean that one cannot establish a sect, does it?

not to mention.

He himself does not establish the Kingdom of God.

It didn't say that pseudonyms or subordinates couldn't use them, did it?

In his opinion, Cindy was pretty good! Even if she couldn't become a true god beyond the level of ascension.

He'd be more than qualified to be a pope.

Celestial beings often possess highly sensitive receptors for the Power of Faith—

Cindy just said she feels more motivated, and that's definitely not an illusion.

Indeed, the emotional power of a portion of the public was infused into Cindy's body in the form of belief.

This shows that it has quite the potential to become a god.

As for the specific steps...

Roger was still thinking.

There are too many details to consider when creating a teaching institution.

For him.

Perhaps the most challenging task is to come up with a "unique divine name".

"We can't exactly call it the Brotherhood Church or the 'Scratching Church,' can we?"

"That's really inappropriate..."

A corner of the orchard.

Roger was lost in thought.

More than an hour later.

The first round of temporary relief food distribution has now come to an end.

Thanks to the efforts of Hades and Mia.

Most of the people received three days' worth of rations and left.

With Mia, I got to know a familiar face.

Several people in the Lotus City Hall also knew about Hades.

Roger then handed over the remaining work to the other party.

He trusted Hades completely.

He wasn't afraid of this guy's Evil Nature erupting—

According to historical patterns.

This guy is good at harming demons.

Trying to scam people always ends in failure.

After settling things at the orchard.

Roger did not delay.

Instead, led by Mia, they headed west along the coastline! His goal was to eradicate the Blood of Myriad Filth's stronghold near Lotus City as quickly as possible.

After the three-headed dog died.

The only remaining stronghold of the Blood of Myriad Filth south of the "Great Desert" is the "Great Cathedral" north of the crossroads.

If we can successfully flatten the Great Cathedral.

Then the area affected by the blood mist in the south will be reduced by at least one-third.

The Blood of Myriad Filth, having lost its foundation, should also be anxious.

Thinking this way.

Roger quickened his pace.

However, Mia clearly couldn't adapt to such a high-intensity journey.

They hadn't walked far.

Mia was a little out of breath.

Roger snapped his fingers.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed across the wilderness.

3 seconds later.

"Steed Liz" appeared before Roger.

"Mount up."

Roger spoke without further ado.

Mia was taken aback.

He immediately lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed. "I can't ride..."

Before she could finish speaking, the scenery before her eyes began to sway—

Roger then lifted her onto the horse's back.

"Give directions".

He said.

Mia said breathlessly:

"Follow the coastline all the way until you reach a place with many caves by the sea. There is a crossroads, and in the dense forest to the north of the crossroads, there is... there is... the Great Cathedral."

Liz let out a "whoosh" and quickened her pace.

Roger, with Mia in his arms, galloped away on horseback.

On the surface, it appears calm and uneventful.

But secretly, his "Sixth Sense" was activated.

"Sixth Sense: You've intercepted ' Mia's' inner thoughts..."

Mia's inner thoughts:

Is this what Lord Roger really looks like? He's so cute with all that fur.

It's a bit of a shame that he's not human...

Hmm.

It's not impossible for someone to be non-human...

Aaaaaah! What are you thinking?! Stop it right now!

Mia!

You must not disrespect Lord Roger!

He gave you so much...

He is someone you can only look up to!

Hmm.

But it's always okay to imagine it in your mind, right?

whee.

I really want to pinch his ears.

..."

On horseback.

Roger remained silent.

Mia lowered her head, her face flushed, and her expression stiff.

She was just a seemingly quiet girl.

Who knows she was actually thinking about touching her own ears!

"What is all this nonsense...?"

Roger reluctantly shut down his Sixth Sense.

"But..."

"The possibility that Mia was sent by the Blood of Myriad Filth can be ruled out."

Roger breathed a slight sigh of relief.

His action just now was purely to distract Mia.

To create opportunities for the Sixth Sense to intercept inner thoughts.

The timing and appearance of Mia are such a coincidence.

This made Roger inevitably more cautious.

People are in Mystra.

We must be careful!

Liz ran very fast.

Three minutes later.

Roger spotted the series of dimly lit buildings in the dense forest! "The Great Cathedral you're talking about, is it the one with an obelisk at the entrance and a particularly long column on top?"

He asked in a low voice.

Mia was startled upon hearing this. "Have we arrived at the Great Cathedral already?"

As she spoke, she suddenly looked around.

The mischievous ponytail smeared Roger's face with dirt.

"Without."

"6 kilometers to go."

Roger suppressed the urge to sneeze and said something.

The next moment.

He gently patted Liz's neck.

Liz quickly stopped in her tracks.

Roger dismounted and gave the instructions:

"Wait for me here."

"If you encounter danger, let Liz carry you away."

Mia hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

In the end.

She said cautiously, "There is a lot of filth in the Great Cathedral."

"I know you are very capable."

"But please be sure to pay attention to your own safety."

Upon hearing this...

Roger chuckled. "Don't worry."

"I'm a little bit better than just very good..."

As he spoke.

He ventured alone into the dense forest.

In Roger's original style.

He would first investigate the internal defenses of the "Great Cathedral" before deciding on an easy way to resolve the situation.

But now.

Faced with the absolute strength of the Yellow Beard Daoist at level 119.

Any reconnaissance is a waste of time! He decided to just go all out and crush them.

only.

Roger had just entered the dense forest.

A large patch of bright red light appeared in their field of vision! That was the feedback from "True Sight" to biological units! "Someone's there?"

Roger was somewhat surprised.

Within sight.

They were a group of Adventurers, poorly equipped but with resolute expressions.

He glanced at the data panel.

Hint: You have discovered the remnants of the United Farm Guard.

"Insight: You realize that the 'Guardians' are planning a night raid on the ' Great Cathedral '."

"Gentlemen, I will reiterate the objective of this operation one last time!"

"That means killing all the Blood Worship Cultist!"

"They destroyed our homes, took our children, and are turning our loved ones into mindless monsters!"

"Our only purpose in life is revenge."

"And today is our best chance for revenge!"

"I've gathered information that the Blood Worship Cultist north in large numbers several months ago, leaving the area around the Great Cathedral more vulnerable than ever before—I suspect they're planning to attack Clear Spring Mountain, and I've had someone inform them of this. As for the final outcome, that's beyond our control..."

"All in all..."

"Kill all those filthy scoundrels!"

"Until death do us part!"

In the jungle.

A horse-faced man with a scar on his face whispered a command.

As they were talking.

He also raised his spear low! "Kill them all!"

"Until death do us part!"

The twenty-odd soldiers behind him also raised their weapons! Their voices were very soft.

But with unwavering courage...

It seems to carry a lot of weight.

But as they shouted, their voices suddenly stopped—

A furry kobold appeared at the front of their group.

Roger looked at the horse-faced man solemnly:

"You're saying the Blood Worship Cultist are going to attack Clear Spring Mountain?"

"Where did this information come from?"

The horse-faced man was startled and immediately drew his gun to attack!

It's a pity.

A powerful force pressed his body to the spot.

He tried everything he could, but he couldn't move! Roger took a deep breath.

Amidst the panicked gazes of the crowd.

While adjusting the strength of his Floating Cloud Palm, he helplessly activated "Deception".

"I am the mortal enemy of the Blood of Myriad Filth, and I have come here only to destroy those filthy things."

"I have some connection with the Clear Spring Sect."

"Could any of you tell me anything about the Clear Spring Sect?"

Roger recited the above three sentences verbatim.

The guards' expressions gradually changed from surprise and doubt to trust.

Roger found this change quite frustrating—

Many times.

He was telling the truth.

However, one needs to use deception to gain people's trust.

It has to be admitted that this is a huge irony.

"My name is Morian."

"We are the last guard of the United Farm. If you are also a mortal enemy of the Blood of Myriad Filth, then we are natural allies."

"We actually know too little about the situation of the Clear Spring Sect."

The horse-faced man, who had just broken free from the restraints of the Floating Cloud Palm- Floating Palm, explained to Roger with a look of awe, "All I know is that about a few months ago, all the ' Foul Blood City ' in the vicinity mobilized their forces to the vicinity of Clear Spring Mountain. This must have been at the behest of that evil god."

"However, it seems that the Blood Worship Cultist did not launch an attack on the mountain. Instead, they carried out a sweep of the forces surrounding Clear Spring Mountain."

"I heard that Gem City has fallen, and nine out of ten mages in the Truth Society are gone..."

"Some people say that Clear Spring Mountain has also fallen, but when the blood mist dissipated last time, I looked up at Clear Spring Mountain, and it was still floating safely in the sky, without any signs of erosion..."

"But no matter what, the Clear Spring Sect's current situation is definitely not good."

"Over the years, Lord Ji Qiu and Lord Qin have been the main force in resisting the Blood of Myriad Filth, and they will definitely receive special attention from the Blood of Myriad Filth..."

Having said all that...

Morian said with a sorrowful expression:

"The Clear Spring Sect may still have a glimmer of hope."

However, the farmhouses in the Southern Tomb Wilderness are almost all empty.

The Blood Worship Cultist are even more despicable than the Withered Cultist of decades past; they will kill anyone who does not obey their doctrines...

The only difference is...

The evil-doing Withered Cultist was ended by the "Right Hand Captain".

The only problem is that no one has been able to control the Blood Worship Cultist to this day.

My children, wife, and parents all died at the hands of these people.

My brothers have had similar experiences.

tonight.

We will fight them to the death.

If you have no further questions.

Then please allow us to say goodbye.

As he spoke.

He gripped the spear tightly once more, a fierce fighting spirit welling up in his eyes.

When Morian mentioned the "Withered Cultist" and the "Right Hand Captain".

Roger felt as if he had traveled through time.

A sense of guilt also crept into his heart.

If only he had nipped the problem in the bud.

Perhaps these tragedies could have been avoided?

Thinking about these things now is of no use.

In just a moment.

Roger then composed himself.

The next second.

He turned toward the building hidden in the dense forest, which resembled a demon or ghost.

"There's no need to say goodbye."

"Say goodbye to those Blood Worship Cultist."

As he spoke.

He was heading towards the Great Cathedral.

He raised the Wishful Thinking Cudgel) in his hands from afar! Vast and boundless energy gathered in Roger's palms.

That instant.

All the staff techniques on the Yellow Beard Daoist's Staff Skill List turned into a bright yellow, now activated! The Wishful Thinking Cudgel was raised to its highest point.

Then it slammed down!

"Staff Technique: The Ocean-Fixing Strike"

This was the first time this Extracorporeal Avatar had unleashed a true "Ocean-Fixing Strike" at its peak! At that moment...

The air and space in front of them were torn apart!

Amidst a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth sinking.

Buildings.

Wall.

sentry.

Trees.

Everything collapsed! After the dust settled.

A deep, six-meter-wide crater appeared on the ground in the direction the Wishful Thinking Cudgel pointed!

That instant.

A flood of information rushed into Roger's view.

To prevent accidental injury to others.

He pushed his senses to the limit.

Then one person with a stick.

They resolutely stormed into the "Great Cathedral"! Many of the Blood Worship Cultist were still fast asleep.

They were awakened by the screams of their companions.

Before them appeared only a hairy dog-headed man carrying a long stick and the Grim Reaper.

The Great Cathedral was indeed a den of iniquity.

The number of Blood Worship Cultist here exceeded Roger's expectations.

After the initial attack.

The Blood Worship Cultist immediately organized a strong counterattack—

It's a pity.

Faced with absolute strength.

Their struggles were all in vain.

Let alone the Yellow Beard Daoist.

Even the "Summon: Fierce Spirit Dog" he summoned with his staff techniques were enough to give these cultists a run for their money.

However, to Roger's surprise...

He did not encounter much resistance there.

Apart from the two elite templates of the sub-bishop.

The others didn't even see a decent extraordinary being! This suggests the horse-faced man's information might be true! "Why is this guy in such a hurry to attack Clear Spring Mountain?"

"According to Icadore, shouldn't he be cultivating a fourth vessel?"

Roger thought quickly.

His hands unconsciously quickened the pace of the killing.

The Yellow Beard Daoist's mastery of the staff had truly reached its pinnacle.

Taking advantage of their superior status.

Roger then began to frequently use group-attack style staff techniques.

Very soon.

His figure moved like a lawnmower within the Great Cathedral walls!

Where the lawnmower goes.

Every Blood Worship Cultist was killed instantly with a single blow! In less than an hour.

Roger killed all the Blood Worship Cultist in the entire Great Cathedral! In the process...

He finally experienced what it truly meant to unleash his full power!

Upgrade to become extraordinary...

That's so shameless!

Deep in his heart.

I've apologized a thousand times for my previous disrespect towards the Yellow Beard Daoist! This Extracorporeal Avatar is far superior to the Jade Phoenix Monk! It consumes less energy.

Long battery life.

Ascension-grade combat power.

It can also summon a large group of adorable and Summon: Fierce Spirit Dog!

This Extracorporeal Avatar is practically the king of cost-effectiveness! The only drawback might be the relatively high consumption of "primordial spirit"—

When I used it last time.

Roger discovered that after using it, he experienced a state of 'spiritual exhaustion'.

At first, he thought it was because the "Sub-Divine Oil" wasn't working.

But upon closer examination, he discovered...

That's because the Sarira of the "Jade Phoenix Monk" can continuously nourish the primordial spirit.

However, the Yellow Beard Daoist's Remains.

This was actually due to Roger's own insufficient spiritual strength.

In the short term, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Over time, this could become a hidden danger.

However, Roger wasn't in a hurry.

He believed it.

At some point in the future.

Your soul strength will definitely experience a rapid and dramatic increase!

But before that.

He just needs to search patiently.

late at night.

Inside the Great Cathedral, which was almost reduced to ruins.

Even after so long.

The guards were still deeply troubled.

The way they looked at Roger was more than just admiration.

It's absolutely maniac!

"Grown ups!"

"Please allow us to follow..."

Roger interrupted the horse-faced man's excited words by raising his hand.

He pointed to a dark hole behind the Great Cathedral and asked, "Do you know what's in there?"

Morian glanced at the opening and gritted his teeth, saying, "That's the entrance to the ' Filthy Dungeon '."

"Before the Blood of Myriad Filth revealed its fangs on the surface, he first unified the underworld."

"I heard that he controlled a lot of Gray Dwarf and turned them into monsters that could only dig tunnels."

"A vast underground labyrinth has now appeared beneath the Southern Tomb Wilderness and the Great Desert, filled with filth and infected Gray Dwarf..."

"Even the Blood Worship Cultist don't dare to easily enter this place... Sigh!"

"Grown ups!"

What are you going to do?

Outside the cave entrance.

Roger, without turning his head, said, "I'm going in."

Hint: You have discovered the ' Filthy Dungeon '.

"Insight: You have encountered a ' Filthy Barrier '."

"Log: You used ' Yu Song's Magic Sword ' to pierce the ' Filthy Barrier ' and entered the cave..."

I glanced at the data panel casually.

Roger went into the cave.

I don't know why.

He actually felt a sense of security in the dangerous terrain of the cave.

It might be due to the "Cave Authority Rank".

Maybe it's just a habit.

The air in the "Filthy Dungeon" is terrible.

Fortunately, Roger is now in excellent physical condition.

The demand for air is not that high.

He walked briskly all the way.

Indistinctly.

He heard a tinkling sound in his ears.

Someone was using a pickaxe to hammer at the cave wall! A short while later...

Roger then discovered the source of the sound!

It was a Gray Dwarf whose body was half rotting! He had been meticulously digging a tunnel.

But Roger got close.

He roared and pounced like a beast!

Roger noticed.

His eyes have no pupils.

Considering that this type of monster is not on the list of Exorcism Mission.

Roger quickly threw on a Sin Mark.

Then a Wishful Thinking Cudgel came crashing down right in front of him! Whoosh! A flash of fire.

The Gray Dwarf's head fell to the ground! (Data bar displayed.)

"Hint: You have killed one ' Filthy Gray Dwarf '"

"You have gained a small amount of attack effect: Tenacity Reduction"

See here.

Roger's eyelids twitched involuntarily.