"Miss Aegina, are you alright?"

Aegina hadn't recovered from the events she had just had, and she was so shocked that she hadn't even forgotten to say thanks.

However, there is still a little advantage to being a hero in Olarie, and realistic adventurers are not so naïve as to think that heroes should have the obligation to save themselves, and in the face of such despicable scum, there is no one who even wants to speak up for them.

She was just stunned for a moment because the contrast between Roland's image at the moment and before was too great.

"No, I'm fine, Roland-kun, thanks to you."

Compared with Aegina's subtle thanks, Bell on the other side was much more enthusiastic.

"Thank you, Sword Hero!"

Obviously saw such a bloody scene, but the face of this white-haired boy like a rabbit was more longing than fear and decadence, and Bell looked at Roland with a grateful expression.

"It's just a gesture, and I've seen a lot of this kind of thing along the way."

Roland shrugged his shoulders, not caring about Bell's gratitude at all, after all, saving the protagonist of the original book was originally just a matter of convenience.

"Even if it's just a gesture for you, for me, there's nothing more handsome than this!"

Bell looked at Roland seriously, a little hesitant, but finally bowed to Roland extremely seriously.

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely do my best to repay you!"

That sincere and sincere expression was by no means fake, and although it looked the same as before, Bell's eyes were sparkling now.

This attitude made Roland a little subtle, after all, if it weren't for his incursion, the situation of this protagonist would be very different now, and now, he seems to have replaced his role as a guide?

Roland nodded slightly, didn't continue to talk nonsense, and walked out of the door with the survivors in the tavern, and outside the door, there were groups of survivors with various weapons and different clothes, obviously the results of Roland's previous rescue.

In this apocalyptic catastrophe, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they have to be moved, so many people have turned into irreparable monsters, and the distinction between identity, race, and even family has become meaningless.

Only strength, only the strong have the qualifications to redeem everything.

People who don't need anyone's advice, and those who don't have the strength know how to live better.

The eyes of the survivors also unconsciously fell on Roland.

After being trapped in the building, only sitting back and watching the zombies infect those unfortunate, but there is nothing they can do, and they can't wait for the official rescue, many people have already woken up.

Companions can't be relied on, and the favor given by the gods may disappear in the next moment, and even if they don't need favors, Roland, who can have power and create miracles, and really save them from a desperate situation, has become the only light in the hearts of these survivors.

Even if there is no need to communicate, Roland has not even made a statement, and he has already been praised to the top of the pyramid representing status, even higher than the gods.

Roland also jumped to the sign of the tavern at the right time, looking down at everything at his feet, he could clearly read the breath emanating from the burning souls of the people around him.

Worship, reverence, dependence.

In the face of human evil, which can cause a more terrible disaster than this virus in private, they did not hesitate to offer their love.

Roland wanted to laugh inexplicably.

So, he spoke.

"I've heard that humans are like pigeons, as long as one flies to the right, they will all fly to the right, no matter whether there is an abyss or a storm ahead, they will blindly follow, because most people simply do not have the courage and strength to take responsibility."

"How similar are the current flocks to the pigeons?"

Roland pierced the essence of this group of survivors with spicy words, but in the face of the hero who had just saved them, although it was psychologically uncomfortable, they couldn't say a word of rebuttal except for the burning of their faces.

"But, that's definitely not a bad thing."

Suddenly, Roland's tone softened.

"The king has the talent of a king, the cook has the talent of a cook, and it is never a bad thing to be able to recognize himself, and it is because of this that the various tribes will unite, and they will be able to regain the land, and they will be able to build the Tower of Babel to launch a counterattack on the dungeons."

Roland's words were incredibly infectious.

"At the end of the day, everyone is here to overcome insecurity and fear in order to live in peace! Whether it's for fame and fortune, dominating others, or earning money, it's all for peace of mind! Getting married or making friends is also for peace of mind! Working for peace is actually making excuses for your own peace of mind! ”

"In that case, what's so bad about being a pigeon in the flock?"

Roland looked around the audience, staring at the pair of confused pupils.

"You should know that I have no obligation to be a savior, and there is no reason to save everyone, and the only thing I can guarantee is that I will give eternal peace of mind to those who are willing to follow me."

"And now, I want to ask you a question, whether you agree with my idea or not, do you see the people I have saved,—— you see?"

"Do you have the power to see the tide of corpses fighting against me that makes the strongest adventurers in this city fearful, and to see me as a hero?

As Roland's words fell, a slightly hideous expression appeared on the faces of each of the survivors holding weapons.

It was not fear and insecurity, but great joy and glory.

The survivors who gathered around Roland were very enthusiastic, and their eyes were full of frenzy.

"Yes! Heroes insult the tide of corpses! The hero of the sword is invincible in the world! ”

"Invincible in the world!"

In less than half an hour, Roland fought back and forth on the main road where most of the population of Olari gathered, rescued all the survivors who were still struggling to survive, and took the lead in clearing the way.

Of course, he can't do everything, although the main force of the regrouped corpse tide was stopped by him alone, but there will always be some hidden deeper, causing regrettable casualties.

Of course, these costs are completely innocuous in the eyes of the remaining survivors.

Compared with the despair of hiding in the dilapidated building and waiting for death, being able to find a new reliance has already made them subconsciously ignore those insignificant sacrifices.

They saw the hope of surviving in this hell, and therefore, they also worshipped the embodiment of hope with great exuberance.

"That's enough, in that case, I don't want to bother any more words, and those who decide to follow me don't want to question my decision anymore, there is no family here, there is no God, there is only me here! Your sword heroes! ”

Roland's volume continued to rise.

"And any calamity and enemy who wants to take my things, whether it is a dungeon or other clans, I will crush it, and what you have to do is to give full play to your talents and contribute to me, and those who die because of their rejection of me, I will feel sorry for them, but I will not feel sad."

"Because I don't need any self-righteous fools to challenge my authority, disobedient guys, get out of the way now."

Roland was silent for a moment, staring at the crowd below, and after not hearing any superfluous sounds, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Good,"

Roland smiled softly, turning words into a motivating weapon.

"Well, before you march towards the Tower of Babel, before you start fighting, puff out your chest with pride, for those who have survived this catastrophe, whether you have survived by wisdom and courage, or simply by luck, you are the best proof of hope and miracle."

Roland raised his head, stretched out his fingers, and pointed at everyone.

"My friends, you are the real heroes!"

The frenzied flame brought the exuberant cult of personality to its climax.

"Lord Roland! We love your mouth! ”

Waves of madness followed, quickly drawing in the remnants of the corpse, but none of the survivors present moved their feet and began to flee, although they were still terrified of their instinctive presence.

They quietly watched as the tide of corpses descended, staring at the omnipotent savior and raising the holy sword in his hand.

Whether it was an adventurer, an ordinary person, or an outsider, they all cheered as if they had completely lost their minds.

Hail the name of the hero, cheer for this feat and great cause, and rescue all the survivors in the center of the corpse tide with the power of one person.

They applauded and celebrated this one-man achievement.

Roland didn't need anyone to remind him, he could feel a sense of accomplishment pulsating in his heart.

Another secret word, found by accident.

Born to be a ruler, of course should hold everything and enjoy praise and honor.

The great cause of upgrading LV3 has been achieved.

Roland waved Esther out of his hand.

"Zheng ——!"

Radiance has taken away all the colors of the world.

The brilliant sword light went straight forward, piercing the space in front of him with the tide of corpses, and the boundless magic contained in it made the atmosphere surge, turning into a wave of broken qi, and the zombies on the edge of the sword light could still leave stumps, but facing the center, only the empty nothingness remained.

Even the sun in the sky pales in comparison.

The silver-white sword light turned into the purest, most solemn, heavenly punishment-like judgment, smashing all despair.

Like a thunderbolt, like a flash.

"Secret Emperor? No, I should be far from just belonging to the Emperor in the dark. ”

Roland smiled.

He can be a hero, he can be a demon, he can even be a savior, but in the end, he must become the eternal emperor of his kingdom.

(End of chapter)