My Virtual Kingdom of God

On the beach of Crescent Island, the ground was stained red with blood, and Zheng Dong could even clearly see the remains of severed limbs all over the ground.

I have to say that the scene in front of me was too terrifying and bloody for Zheng Dong who had only seen horror movies in his life.

He frowned, suppressed the discomfort, and focused his consciousness on Allen again.

The deck of the sailboat.

Allen was condescending, looking at Fren who was kneeling in front of him, and there was a storm in his heart.

"It's actually... a member of the revival party!"

Allen looked at the black magic pattern on Fren's left cheek, and finally confirmed his identity.

"You are the caster."

Hearing this, Fren, who was originally trembling, froze, and then collapsed: "Yes, my lord. But I have nothing to do with the revival, I am a defector."

With these words, Allen believed that the people of the Revival would not be so soft-boned, they were a group of lunatics who wanted to overthrow the rule of the knights all the time.

In the Knight Continent, the Revival Society is the public enemy of all nobles. It is said that they are the remnants of the magic empire era.

Allen, who had experienced family ruin, was not interested in encircling and suppressing the Renaissance Society. Besides, the person in front of him was just a defector. What Allen considered was what benefits this person could bring to him.

Only children talk about hatred, while adults talk about interests.

Viscount Winter knew Fren's identity, so he didn't dare to use him.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Fren, my lord."

"Tell me your value," Allen put the sword on Fren's neck again, "this will determine whether you can survive."

Hearing Allen's gloomy words, Fren hurriedly said: "I can make potions, whether it's knight potions or extraordinary potions, I can refine them, and... and I'm a spellcaster As an apprentice, I know meditation, and I know a few basic spell models, I... don't kill me, I'm useful to you, my lord!"

Allen looked at the incoherent Fren, and smiled contemptuously: "This is the spellcaster who competed with the knight back then?"

After hearing this, Fren's eyes flashed with shame and indignation, but he quickly covered it up, but kept flattering him: "My lord is right, how can a mere spellcaster compete with an extraordinary knight."

Seeing that Fren was so shameless, Allen immediately lost interest in continuing to mock him. He raised Fren in one hand and a sharp sword in the other, and after capturing all the sailors on the sailboat, he escorted him off the ship.

Back on the island, the aborigines burst into appalling cheers.

"My lord, my lord! My lord!"

"My lord envoy was indeed sent by the gods to save us!"

"God made the Lord defeat the devil!"

"Great, praise the great god!"

"..."

Some of the natives wept excitedly, some cheered excitedly, and so on.

Allen brought Fren back to the tribe. Along the way, after his constant inquiries, he finally learned of Viscount Winter's plan.

Viscount Winter sent people here this time because he wanted to manage Crescent Island well and turn it into an island dedicated to producing various potions for the territory.

This time he sent Chris and others, not only intending to refine the potion, but also prepared a large number of potion seeds, which he wanted to plant on Crescent Island.

The conditions for growing potions are very harsh, and there is only one kind of black soil that can grow potions, which is called magic soil in the Knight Continent.

As the Viscount of Winter, he naturally cannot possess the magic soil, but this kind of soil is everywhere on the Crescent Island Plain that was discovered by accident.

This is the greatest value of Crescent Island.

As long as they control this island, the Winter family will prosper for a long time, and they are even expected to rank among the great nobles.

"So, you guys are just outposts?"

"Yes, my lord." Fren didn't dare to hide, and told the truth.

was about to say something,

A voice came into Allen's mind.

"Alan, let him start making knight potions non-stop from now on."

"As you wish, great god."

Hearing the voice in his mind, Allen immediately knelt down on the ground and said reverently.

Seeing Allen suddenly kneeling on the ground, Fren was at a loss for what to do. He didn't know what was going on with the brutal knight in front of him, but he hoped he wouldn't be hurt.

"Fren, listen, from now on, you must make ten knight potions every day, and..."

"Ten copies?!" Fren exclaimed, "My lord, with my mental strength, I can only make at most five knight potions or one spiritual enlightenment potion a day. As for more, I really can't do it."

"What a waste!" Allen cursed in a low voice.

"Then make five Knight Potions every day. In addition, you must pray with the people in the tribe every day."

"pray?"

Fren was a little confused, not knowing what the prayer in Allen's mouth meant. Allen didn't explain, anyway, Fren will naturally know when the time comes.

 …

Inside the rental house.

Zheng Dong's consciousness returned to his body and he opened his eyes.

"so close!"

Zheng Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Alan's strength was improved in time, otherwise, this time, the foundation he laid on Crescent Island might be ruined.

At present, although the trouble of Viscount Winter has not been completely resolved, Zheng Dong finally does not have the sense of urgency that Viscount Winter has before with Alan in command. Earth Knight.

When Fren refines the knight potion, he will train a few temple knights, and he will be completely at ease. At that time, the only thing to worry about will be Viscount Winter.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong glanced at his phone, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Hurry up and teach that little girl Shen Mengqi." Zheng Dong muttered, he would not admit that he was so active just for the sake of eating.

Closing the door of the rental house and walking in the dirty and messy urban village, Zheng Dong was in a great mood, even seeing the wild dogs picking up food from the trash cans by the side of the road was much more pleasing to the eye.

"I am now a rich man with a huge sum of money. Do you want to change your living environment?" Zheng Dong looked at the wild dog thoughtfully, causing the wild dog to bark at him twice. sound, I thought Zheng Dong was going to grab it for food.