"Perhaps...... Maybe the Rockefeller reverend just had something to do......"

Duolun was still trying to defend the other party, but it didn't take long for him to retreat under Mickey's playful gaze.

"Good...... Go to the bar for a drink or two, I'll ask you to ......."

When they arrived at the tavern and asked for two glasses of bad wine, Duo and Mickey sat quietly on the side, savoring the taste that was usually absolutely hard to come by—for them, even the enjoyment of bad wine was a bit of a luxury.

The bar is obviously the place where the most news gathers and the fastest, and here, from the noisy surroundings, a more constant stream of news reaches Duolun's ears.

"All the mages are finished...... Swickx, Arendor, and the City of Spires are all in the midst of a wave of mages being wiped out......"

A red-nosed man dressed as a mercenary burped so loudly that it seemed like a speck of dust had fallen from the ceiling of the bar.

"Hey, Rednose, you just recently came back from outside, do you have any news?"

Curiosity is indispensable everywhere, and a thin man next to him immediately snapped his fingers, and the bartender empathetically placed a large glass full of mead in front of the red-nosed mercenary.

"Huh...... When it comes to the accuracy of the information, who else can compare to me? The credibility of the red nose is not a joke......"

The mercenary muttered, finally speaking on the topic that the audience wanted to know most.

"It's a mess out there now! All the churches are shrinking, even the kingdom's army, and there is chaos where they have lost their bullet pressure, and the crusade against the mages is the most violent......"

"This group of high-ranking mages, once they lose their spells, are just like us ordinary people. Even a little weaker......"

Red Nose poured a large glass of wine down in one gulp, and his whole face turned red.

"Think about it...... All you need to do is take out a shivering old man to get everything from the other party...... Beautiful slave girls, fertile land, and large gems, and golden coins...... All the townspeople are crazy. Even if the nobles all started tearing their faces at the mage......"

Those who have power will inevitably hold power, and when they hold power, they will gather more resources and attract the envy of others.

That's what the mages are.

With the power of spells, they are all superior and enjoy the best treatment wherever they are, and now, once the magic net collapses, the mages who can no longer use the spell slot to cast spells are all stupid.

Having lost their strength, they are like good fat sheep. Attracts the coveted gaze of the greedy.

Moreover, even those mages who pay the most attention to honor, who do not have a few relatives and servants around them, and it is almost inevitable to rely on their usual privileges to bully the surrounding peasants and free people, and at this time, if they are instigated by people with ulterior motives, it will suddenly become a riot, and a feast of smashing will be set off.

After confirming that the mages have no power to resist, it is the nobles who will do it the fastest!

Incitement of the population against the mages is only the first step. In any case, the mob will take some of the floating wealth at most, and the most valuable land and buildings will eventually fall into the hands of the nobles.

Even. With a little military suppression afterwards, it would be almost effortless to recollect the looted wealth of these mobs into their own hands.

Such a profitable thing, the nobles who are personable on the surface, but secretly have a bad stomach have long been familiar with it.

It's just that between the backhand, the transfer of power is completed, and the mages who don't have the power to resist don't even have the power. I can only cry and watch my family being ****, wealth being plundered, and even life being slaughtered, and I have to suffer a terrible punishment before I die.

"Hey, Rednose, are you really sure those mages don't have the strength anymore?"

The one next to him was wearing a black coat. The big man with the scar on his face stood up, and the figure of two heads taller than ordinary people filled him with a certain momentum.

"Of course...... I'm too late, otherwise I'm sure I'll be able to grab some gems, or even a woman with a lot of water to come back...... Those mages, all rich and oily......"

Red Nose patted his chest and reassured.

"In that case, what are we waiting for?"

The big man in black laughed and roared, "Isn't there a 'Master Hoffman' outside the town?"

......

Whew......

The cold wind blew up, making Duolun shiver.

Then, he found himself in the town's only spell Hoffman's house, surrounded by loud shouting and smashing.

He looked up in amazement, and then realized that he was holding a sharpened wooden stick in his hand, and there was a trace of blood on the top.

There were still a few pains on his body, and he didn't know when he had been injured a little, but fortunately he just scratched the skin.

The drunken head was still a little dizzy, but after a little recollection, Duolun remembered what he had done.

-- At that time, the people in the bar were completely red-eyed and turned into thugs under the double stimulation of alcohol and wealth.

Led by the big man and the red nose, they went straight to the manor of Lord Hoffmann outside the town, forcibly broke the place, and began a mob carnival.

"Vomit ......"

Looking at the murder weapon in his hand, and then at the corpse that had fallen to the ground under his feet, Duolun couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt directly on the ground and vomited and cried.

"God...... What the hell did I do......"

He wept and watched the feast of the thugs around him, even the burning torches.

This behavior was in stark contrast to his belief in the God of Suffering, and he almost thought that a devil lived in his body!

"Let's look at ......"

At this time, with the cheers of all the murderers, Redbeard threw out an old man with white hair and draped in colorful satin.

The other party's dry wood-like arms were holding his head crossed, and his body was trembling, making it difficult for Duolun to identify the other party's true identity, and it was the invincible Hoffman mage!

"That's the old guy...... Not only did he instigate the noble lord to build him a mage tower, but he also wantonly plundered our wealth and manpower...... Look at ...... again."

Red Nose pointed to the open granary next to it, which was filled with slow wheat and the fragrance of grain.

"When we were all hungry, this old dog had so much wealth and food through cruel exploitation......"

In any era of material scarcity, the person who occupies a large amount of resources alone is the most hated by the mob.

And as Red Nose continued to speak, more and more people's eyes had begun to turn red, and even Duolun remembered that the other party's housekeeper had rewarded him with a kick and extorted the last few pieces of good wood from his house, and a breath of anger rushed directly to his head.

"Kill him!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!"

The mob cheered, wave after wave.

The old man Hoffmann seemed to see something at this time, struggled to crawl to the corpse of a teenager, and began to cry bitterly.

Unfortunately, this dying cry can no longer wake up the thugs who are intoxicated by the excitement.

Doron's head had been awake for a moment after being stimulated by the cry, but then he saw Mickey.

The other man was crawling out of a small tent made of a makeshift tablecloth while lifting his belt, and he gave him a look that a man would understand.

"This is a noble lady! Don't you want to have fun?"

In just an instant, Duolun's mind recalled a certain fragment of a beautiful and noble angel-like girl in a white dress when he was summoned to repair furniture for the great Hoffman mage.

Of course, there was no cost for the repair, and the light in the girl's eyes that saw something dirty hurt Doren deeply, and even depressed for a long time.

It seemed that the devils were not excited enough, two white jade-like calves stretched out from the tent, with elegant curves, and the purple daffodil juice on his nails continued to stimulate Duolun's brain, so that he couldn't help but let out a beast-like roar from his throat and rushed up......

......

The fall of the goddess of the magic net is just an introduction, and the most important thing is the destruction of the magic net.

After losing the support of the magic net, not only all the mages have become waste, but even the other gods have also lost the convenient access to the magic net, and the sudden increase in the consumption of divine power has made them no longer care about the faith on the edge and have begun a strategy of shrinking.

And the resulting corruption of law and order, and the wave of robbing mages, have formed a terrifying vicious circle.

Originally, the power management of the world of the gods was relatively lacking, and it all relied on the temple to perform some of its functions, and after losing the dual supervision of faith and secularity, the combat power exerted by the mob was very terrifying.

Mages who have lost their spell abilities are like the barrel of a gun without bullets, and all mages have suffered a horrific catastrophe except for a few lucky ones who have stored enough spell scrolls and spell-casting items, and [legendary mages] who have the ability to break away from the magic net.

The anger of the people, which had been in place for a long time, was pushed by the ulterior motives of the nobles.

And the aristocrats were secretly snickering, cheering, and toasting to celebrate the new harvest.

By the time the riots were largely over, the rioters had either been exterminated or were still living in poverty.

And the biggest benefit is that it was carved up by the nobles, and almost every nobleman with real power made a lot of money in this feast of power.

At this time, a great plague without warning began to attack the entire main material world.

Wailing and death instantly became the only theme song in the world.

Some say it's a conspiracy by the Plague Goddess, others say it's a curse on those dead mages, but the only thing that's true is ...... With the continuous spread of the plague, the population of the entire main material world is decreasing dramatically! )