The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1506 - 433: Legendary Seed! (Part 2)

"To believe is the right thing..." Carian whispered to herself, chewing over this phrase repeatedly in her heart, as if a glimmer of understanding appeared in her eyes.

"That's right." Luo Yan nodded and said with a smile, "Moreover, before solving your confusion, I may need to give you a little pressure."

Carian, having restrained her bewildered expression, appeared to listen intently.

"Please, go ahead."

Luo Yan pondered his wording for a moment, then spoke.

"A soul brimming with a sense of justice is heading towards Twilight City from the Campbell Duchy, and not even everyone combined, including those in the castle, is a match for that person."

This battle will lay the foundation for the Campbell Duchy to flourish, and the feudal lord's peasant army will be powerless against the industrialized Campbell Duchy. By then, the eyes of half the continent will be focused on this tiny place on the northeast coast of the Vortex Sea.

Historians of later generations will find various reasons for this victory, but from the perspective of the Divine, just one sentence is enough to summarize—

Their national fortune has arrived.

The Campbell Duchy is entering a special period, with the conservative Nobles and the progressive King standing in opposition, and the King's reliance has extraordinarily shifted from the Nobles to the commoners.

Since the Isaac Dynasty, the Campbell people have waited a thousand years for this day, and this blazing flame will not be shifted by anyone's will or suffering.

"Colin" plays merely the role of a catalyst in it.

Even without this Prince from the Imperial, Duke Edward's ambition combined with the Andes Family's support would sooner or later brew something similar.

I heard they've recently developed bonds, and soon they might come up with "paper money" because of tightening liquidity.

The commoners, long mere vassals of the aristocracy, will rise in this trial and gradually complete the awakening of their self-will.

"So... what should we do?" Carian looked at him blankly, unable to fully absorb what's behind the prophecy, but she instinctively felt a hint of unease.

The only thing she could be sure of was that the Divine was hinting to her that that person might become their enemy or ally.

Seeing the uneasy Carian, Luo Yan smiled slightly and suddenly switched to a relaxed tone.

"Actually, it's quite simple. Since you have no chance of winning on the battlefield, then don't place the victory or defeat there, but rather let them see another possibility—"

"Even without the Nobles, you all can live well, even better than before."

"By then, even the Knight holding the 'Sword of Right' would question his righteous mission."

…

After Carian left.

Taufu finally stopped pretending to sleep, stretched her neck, and looked at Luo Yan in amazement: "Are you kidding? They were still in the feudal age yesterday, where are you taking them?"

She had never thought of bringing the advanced social system of the Zeta Empire to manage those Lizardmen in the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom. After all, it was just changing from calling the Chieftain to calling him the Head, and from calling slaves to calling them employees.

What was the point?

The root of maintaining a peasant society is not a simple Land Deed, but the complex social relationships between people and the social tacit understanding formed over a long period of time.

However, her vision was still limited to the laboratory, unaware that in this universe, there is a type of card-drawing game where even the same character just gets a new skin, they can be sold at a much rarer value.

Of course, Luo Yan had no interest in money, no concern for land, and didn't even care about the so-called power or Extraordinary Power.

He only wanted faith.

That is the source of all power in this world, and he wanted to see what interesting things would happen after he became a god.

Looking at Taufu's incredulous face, Luo Yan simply smiled and resumed his meditation.

"That's why you can become a doctor, can understand the relationship between Extraordinary Power and Power of Faith by yourself, yet you can never truly become the Divine."

…

The iron hooves of the Righteous Army were still marching towards Ryan's Northern Realm, with the farmers who had been trained for two weeks about to head to the just battlefield... for the land promised by the Duke.

And before the legendary light could shine on this forest, the yellow sands from outside the pass blew here first.

In the easternmost part of the Twilight Province, a remote small town near the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range was sparsely populated.

Once a trade hub for exchanging furs and ores between humans and dwarves, now there were only lamentable broken walls and ruins, with starving people wandering amidst the ruins.

Their eyes were dull, with no spirit in their pupils, while the vultures circling in the sky were full of energy.

An elderly man, barely alive, leaned against a collapsed wall, about to gasp his last, when a tall figure blocked the pale afternoon sky, and then a kettle was handed to him.

The old man used his last bit of strength to grab the kettle, and without caring who handed it over, tilted his head back and gulped it down.

Then came a piece of broken bread, which he also ate without hesitation.

After eating his fill, he gained some strength and finally managed to see through his half-open eyes the majestic figure before him.

A nearly two-meter-tall man with broad shoulders, carrying on his back a giant sword almost equal to his height. The sword's body was wrapped in thick leather, its appearance unclear, yet it exuded a weight greater than that of the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range.