The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

I don't want to care about how other countries are doing, and I can't care.

But the chaos in San Antonio was destined to have a far-reaching impact.

At least I, who was looking for ruins in the desert area, also had a lot of trouble because of this.

The ruins in the records have been found. Surrounded by the sand dunes in the desert area, I directly dug a big hole, and found the ancient ruins sunk into the ground.

But soon, I found that I was looking for the wrong target.

"Snake God Ruins?"

Although I wrote a lot of messy things to earn manuscript fees, I am not good at archaeology, and the ruins in front of me do not require much archaeological knowledge.

The most valuable ancient ruins are tombs or temples. They often contain many treasures and magic items. Grave robbers...adventurers can easily find the direction of the target with magic exploration skills.

"It seems that this time it was a miss."

But this time, when I saw creatures with snake heads and human bodies on the murals, as well as various voodoo pots, straw figures, wooden spears and other sundries, I didn't explore too deeply, and I knew I was wrong.

And the magic perception faintly reacted, obviously some magic props had not been taken away.

If it was in the past, I would be very interested in exploring temples and the like. After all, many artifacts, rare treasures, and ancient magic are dug out in this way. Tomb robbers... Exploring the ruins is always the most profitable business.

But exploring the ruins requires patience and unlimited time, which I don't have.

Now there are a lot of troubles on the main plane, and I don't have the heart to hang around here.

Now that it has been determined that this relic is not the site of the Sun God, the possibility of the remaining one is very high.

"At this point in time, crossing half of San Antonio..."

Just thinking about it gives me a headache. I still have the title of chief wanted criminal on my body. Although some people don't take it seriously, the knights and guards at the grassroots level will take it seriously.

Once the identity is revealed. I'm afraid it's trouble again.

But there are some things that have to be done. The world is getting more and more chaotic, and I am afraid that the day when the gods will descend to earth is just around the corner.

If I can't achieve a breakthrough as soon as possible... It seems that I have many enemies among the gods. The gods offended during the Eternal Night were not one or two. If it really comes to the era of the gods...

"...I won't be the first mortal to be grouped by the gods, I'm afraid I will be famous in history, but I would rather not have such an honor..."

There were many gods offended back then. Anyway, relying on them, it is impossible to descend to the mortal body, and the incarnation can't deal with me when I come down, I will offend me to the death.

Killing their mortal church is tantamount to cutting off their faith, and they are considered powerful if they don't fall. Such hatred thrown into the gods is greater than the hatred of killing their father.

As for the specific enemies... I really can't remember, who would remember how much they crushed during the sweep, and how many priests and priests of the true gods they killed along the way.

"Let's keep a low profile..."

After thinking about it, I really can only be a turtle for a while recently. At least until you have a few magic swords in your hands, it is still not appropriate to fight with god-level characters.

Well, as long as those magic swords can really work, even if I encounter the real body of a god, I will not be afraid.

If I sacrificed everything back then and reincarnated, if I couldn't become stronger, then wouldn't I be stupid?

In the theoretical design, as long as there is any magic sword, at least I can save my life in front of the gods. If the most dangerous magic sword over there is molded, it shouldn't be too difficult to kill God.

"Let's go, go."

Throw on the headband and turn on the age-fraud jewelry. Wearing a fake beard and worn chain mail, this time he chose to disguise himself as a middle-aged poor adventurer.

Such middle-aged unsatisfactory mercenaries always occupy the majority of adventurers, just be careful. I don't think it will be debunked.

And I am immune to most scouting spells, and I don't need to worry about being blocked.

Looking back now, if I hadn't leaked my whereabouts to Prince Winston, the other party would not have been able to grasp my position and make arrangements according to the trend.

But when I think about the long way back, I feel a little dizzy.

It's not that I don't want to fly in the sky on a flying mount. Such a day's empty journey is worth a week's walk, but San Antonio is not a small country. Various empty mounts patrol back and forth, and it will be a lot of fun to be surrounded .

Walking out of the desert went smoothly, and it only took one day to walk and fly, but the journey that followed was obviously very difficult.

When I thought that I would probably not be able to enter the city along the way, and usually had to eat and sleep in the open on the way here, I was even more depressed, and I had the urge to fly directly there.

On the way, he ventured into a city and communicated with intelligence dealers, and the news he got was even more frustrating.

At least in most parts of San Antonio, I can't shake off the hat of the suspect, and the most ridiculous and unpleasant thing is to link me with the Church of the Holy Church. All sources seem to be accusing the Holy Church The Church of the Holy Church created this turmoil, Prince Winston is the dog of the Church of the Holy Church, and I am the murderer sent by them.

I can understand that political propaganda is mostly nonsense, but it is difficult for those propagandists to be so nonsense.

Roland, the sworn enemy of the Church of the Holy Church, actually cooperates with the Church of the Holy Church? To murder a certain empress thousands of miles away? It takes a lot of nonsense to make people believe such absurd messages.

And when I go to any city, I can see my photo posted on the reward column and at the gate of the city, which also makes me helplessly reduce my plans to enter and leave the city.

I found a grocery store, replenished water and unpalatable dry food, and started on the road again.

I considered whether to find a trade team or an adventurer team to join. It would be better to mix in than to go alone, but considering the "turtle speed" of ordinary people, I had no choice but to go on the road alone.

Everywhere you go, you can see tensely trained militiamen and knights cruising around. The shadow of civil war seems to have enveloped the country.

But when I was about to arrive at Winston's territory and approached the Tarot River, I got definite news.

The civil war had already broken out the day before.

Under the cover of night, the cavalry regiment of Duke Batllo attacked the border city of Turdin and killed all the rebels.

It is difficult to find the name of this fortress city-state on the land, and the permanent army is less than 2,000 people. At this time, it has attracted the attention of all beings, including gods, because this action only represents one thing—St. Anton Rio civil war broke out in full swing.

What's even more unbelievable is that trolls and Balrogs appeared among Duke Batllo's sergeants, and the former sworn enemies turned out to be allies.

Thinking that Maria also died at the hands of the devil, if there was a spirit under her spring, she would have exploded with anger.

But I flipped through the map, only to find that Turding was not too far away from where I was. After hesitating for a moment, I chose to detour.

But unfortunately, this time, it was a little late, and the pursuers had already arrived. (To be continued.)

...

... ()