Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 159 The Days I Was Slayed by Heroes (Part 3)

Ganon naturally understood what Agreed meant, sighed, and said, "So the Empire of Light has finally given up on the Hero Project?"

Agreed nodded noncommittally and continued, "After all, ten years of investment still haven't yielded results. No matter how big or powerful a business is, no one would dare to continue doing something that could result in a complete loss. But don't be discouraged. This time, the hero is very strong, much stronger than you seniors. I'd like to bring him here to be further honed by you. Who knows, maybe the two of us will have a good fight?"

"Is there really a chance to fight?" Gannon asked rhetorically.

Agreed nodded and said, "Judging by his talent, he should have a chance of winning. If you don't want to lose, I suggest you pay more attention to him. But I also want to remind you that the hero has something I want, so this time... people will die!" After saying that, Agreed stood up and disappeared again.

Ganon looked in the direction where Agred had disappeared, and sighed deeply, saying, "Do we have a chance? Against someone like you, do we... really have a chance?"

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About ten days later, the last hero, 'Krus', riding a superior dragon steed, arrived on the main road of the Western Swamp with his hundreds of followers. There, countless low-level undead were waiting, holding broken swords and wearing tattered leather armor, showing off to Cruz and his party.

At the same time, a dark cloud descended, and a three-headed ghost dragon descended from the sky, appearing behind Cruise and his group.

The sudden appearance of the Ghost Dragon turned the journey into hellish difficulty and scared everyone half to death. Although Cruise was already considered the strongest among humans, he was still powerless to defeat the three-headed Ghost Dragon, not to mention the low-level undead around him. So, the group of them fled towards the direction of the Hero Town through the 'gap' left by the undead.

Finally, under the pursuit of the ghost dragons, Bruce and his companions risked their lives and arrived at Hero Town as quickly as possible. Upon seeing the settlement in the distance, the ghost dragons stopped chasing and instead circled nearby, as if the town was protected by something that prevented them from approaching.

Upon witnessing this scene, Cruise immediately ordered his men to enter the town to escape the Ghost Dragon.

However, the accompanying priest immediately questioned, "Bruce, let's bypass this town. Even the Ghost Dragon is hesitating here; there are probably even more terrifying monsters inside!"

Bruce shook his head and said, "Impossible. Besides, the Shadow King clearly knows we're here. If he really wanted to kill us, why would he create such a diversion? The smoke from the chimneys confirms that the inhabitants here are intelligent beings, not undead. Furthermore, the Ghost Dragons are chasing us. Even if we take a detour, we can't outrun them flying in the sky. Are you willing to risk your life and fight the Ghost Dragons head-on, or gamble that this is a safe place to live?"

Bruce's words immediately silenced the priest. Yes, they had no choice now, so the group reluctantly followed Bruce into the town's entrance. After walking for a short while, they saw fertile farmland in front of them, the crops on which were still a bit green and not quite ripe yet.

Jones, a farm boy in the group, exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this scene, "These crops don't look quite right. It's almost harvest season, so why are they still not ripe? Could it be that these farmers forgot to calculate the planting dates? They've clearly planted quite a few days late."

At that moment, a rough voice rang out from the farmland, shouting, "Fool! This land is used for three crops a year. Don't make wild comments if you don't know the facts. The young people of the Kingdom of Light are getting more and more ill-mannered."

Upon hearing this, Jones exclaimed in sudden realization, "So that's how it is! What a magical place! Are you a villager here, sir?"

A middle-aged man carrying his work tools emerged from the farmland, and a muscular man who looked to be around fifty years old stood in front of the group.

Then, a middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice, "Are you the heroes who came this time?"

This abrupt question momentarily stunned everyone. Bruce quickly recovered and asked, "You mean... you've seen other heroes? They're still alive! Do you know where they live now?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the town behind him and continued, "They're all over there. You so-called heroes basically live there. This town was specially built for you by that monarch and named 'Hero Town,' but I think 'Loser's Camp' would be more fitting. I look forward to the day you move in."

One hot-tempered soldier in the group immediately stepped forward, grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, and shouted, "If you bark like a dog again, believe me, I'll tear your mouth apart! How dare you insult those great warriors? They risked their lives for the Bright Empire, and how dare you slander them like this!"

The middle-aged man stared back at them without flinching and declared, "You worthless heroes only care about the interests of those nobles of the Kingdom of Light. Where have you ever cared about the lives of us common people? Where were you when we were starving, freezing, our land was seized, and our wives and daughters were enslaved?! I only know that it was the king of this country who gave me land and allowed me to eat and stay warm. It was they who redeemed my family and restored the freedom of those slaves. What right do you have to come here under the banner of so-called justice to wage war? You are nothing but a bunch of filthy mercenaries. Don't try to glorify yourselves!"

"You deserve a beating!" The hot-tempered soldier was enraged and raised his hand to strike.

Seeing this, Bruce stepped forward and grabbed his arm, saying, "That's enough. We're not here to bully the weak."

Just then, a faint clapping sound came from not far away. A handsome man in casual clothes with an extraordinary demeanor appeared not far from the group. The man praised, "Well said. Just based on your upbringing, I think those old fogies didn't make a mistake in choosing you this time."

At this moment, someone in the group quickly recognized the man's identity and shouted in surprise, "I've seen his portrait! He is 'Kare Brinan Bisop,' the grandson of the fourth hero, the elder of the Kingdom of Light, and also the only native hero. Praise be to the great God of Light, you are still alive!"

Kare scoffed and said with disgust, "Stop spouting that hypocritical God of Light. He's not worthy of worship at all. I'm only alive because I'm pitifully weak in front of the enemy. He doesn't care about me, so he won't kill me."

These words shattered the group's illusions about Kare, and also shattered the perfect facade that the Kingdom of Light presented to every brave warrior. The warrior team couldn't believe that these words would come from Kare's mouth; as the grandson of an elder, he should have been the most devout follower of the God of Light.