The Little Guy 015

Little Hei watched Fang Zhiyi once again direct his army to excavate an iron mine and could not help but click his tongue. "Are there really this many minerals in this world? They're begging for food while sitting on gold bricks." But on second thought, if one could gain abilities simply through faith and luck, then having technology or not did not really matter.

Fang Zhiyi brought out almost all of his accumulated experience. Whenever he placed the blueprints he knew by heart in front of the artisans, they would immediately begin studying them. Batches of weapons were produced, rapidly arming the uprising forces.

In addition to this, Fang Zhiyi shouldered another crucial task: brainwashing.

"Eradicate feudal superstition!"

"You are your own master!"

"Our faith is freedom!"

Various slogans were plastered all over the streets and alleys. The first batch of believers he had led had already begun working independently. Commoners from all over gathered in houses to listen to the lecturers. They taught everything from speculations about the gods to science. When faced with doubts, the lecturers did not argue back; instead, they took the crowds to see the small tools Fang Zhiyi and his men had rushed to build, explaining the underlying principles to them.

Of course, the ultimate trump card was always the same.

"Do you want your children to continue living in a world where they must rely on the pity of so-called gods just to get ahead? Open your eyes and look! Once they learn knowledge, they can rely on their own two hands to achieve a much more brilliant life!"

No one was immune to worrying about their children's future. Even the earliest followers of the evil gods had originally thrown themselves into the gods' embrace for the sake of their families. In the past, they worshipped the evil gods; now, they worshipped Fang Zhiyi.

The empire had long since descended into chaos, with commoners rioting in all directions.

The commoners, whose loved ones had died at the hands of the ability users, now had weapons capable of fighting back. The ability users went from their initial disdain to a growing sense of panic, because even a ten-to-one casualty ratio was a gamble they dared not take. They could accept being killed by the followers of evil gods, but they could not accept being slain by lowly commoners.

"Look at this, this is the kind of weapon they use!" A captain of the ability users threw down a pile of firearms. The leadership of the Divine Council stared at the objects with solemn expressions. After inspecting them, an old man gave a soft snort.

"They delusionally attempt to defy the divine will by relying on these wicked things? The gods have bestowed power upon you; you should not fear."

The captain was momentarily left speechless. The comfort of recent days and the promotions gained by slaughtering innocent civilians to claim false merits had quietly altered the subconsciousness of most ability users. They had begun to fear death. Furthermore, the newly promoted ability users had absolutely no combat experience against real enemies. The commoners seemed to have noticed their cowardice and had consequently become even more aggressive.

"The North has fallen, and Hearth City has fallen as well. The main force of the commoners is not far from the royal capital."

"What is the King doing?" a priest asked.

"The King?" At the mention of this, the captain's face turned somewhat ugly. "He is waiting to watch us make fools of ourselves. After all, we had a very unpleasant falling out previously."

"Tell him to dispatch the kingdom's army. This is the will of the gods."

Someone immediately came up with the idea. Naturally, they could not rely solely on the ability users for a rebellion of this scale; the royal family had to take responsibility as well. Not to mention, the royal army was the direct lineage of the God of War.

"By the way, the leader of the northern rebels is that blasphemer," the captain said.

The room fell silent.

"Then your mission is to find him and kill him. Once he is dead, the commoners will naturally disband."

"...Yes."

Outside Hearth City, the King ultimately could not withstand the pressure and, cursing and swearing, dispatched his own army. These valiant proxies of the God of War surrounded Hearth City, shouting curses at the commoners on the city walls and demanding they come down to meet their deaths.

While they were locked in a standoff with the defenders of Hearth City, a dozen figures stealthily infiltrated the city and began searching everywhere for traces of Fang Zhiyi.

However, despite wandering all over, they could not find him. Logically, Fang Zhiyi should have been in the core building or on the city walls, but the results left them disappointed. The blasphemer did not seem to be here.

"This isn't right. The intelligence clearly stated he was here..." the captain said with a frown.

Meanwhile, the royal army outside the city began their siege, followed by a series of deafening explosions. All the ability users simultaneously looked toward the city gates, their hearts trembling.

How the hell could commoners create such a commotion?

Wearing heavy armor and possessing divine strength, the royal army felt fear for the first time. How were the commoners before them the same weaklings who used to let themselves be slaughtered? The weapons in their hands were simply far more terrifying than any ability! Although their bodies had been enhanced by the abilities granted by the God of War, they could not withstand those wicked weapons!

In merely ten minutes or so, the royal army began to crumble, which gradually evolved into a full-blown rout. Some even chose to surrender directly. With such a massive disparity, what was the point of fighting?

The captain also sensed that things were going terribly wrong and immediately ordered a retreat. However, just as he opened his mouth, he saw a familiar face. It was the assassination target he had been desperately searching for.

"Everyone, you've come from so far away. Are you really going to leave without even saying hello?"

"Fang Zhiyi! Die!"

In an instant, a dazzling array of abilities was hurled at him. The bombardment lasted for a full five minutes, completely destroying the spot where Fang Zhiyi stood, along with the surrounding houses.

The captain was ecstatic. He was already a Rank One ability user; no one could survive his attacks, let alone the fact that he had brought only top-tier experts with him this time.

"Don't you even understand the rule that smoke means no damage?" Fang Zhiyi's lazy voice drifted over, leaving the captain dumbfounded.

He stared as Fang Zhiyi remained standing in the exact same spot, simply looking back at them.

"You... what evil magic did you use?"

Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Everyone sees it now, right? As long as your will is firm and you believe in yourselves, even these scumbags who ride on your heads and act tyrannically cannot harm a single hair on your bodies!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the ability users finally realized that, at some point, a large number of rebels had gathered around them. And these rebels, who should have been terrified of them, were now staring at them with the eyes of hungry wolves looking at meat!

Fang Zhiyi had no intention of striking personally. He needed to let these people establish their own faith.

"Open fire!"

What followed was a roaring barrage of guns and cannons. These shining proxies under the banners of various gods all began to fight back, but their counterattacks gradually devolved into mere defense, and then came the injuries, the falls, and the deaths.

The captain was furious. These lowly peasants actually dared to attack ability users!

"Great God of Light, please grant me the power of the Holy Light..." Out of habit, he closed his eyes and prayed for a moment. His entire body suddenly soared into the air, his eyes flashing with blinding golden light. "You blasphemers will all die! The great god is..."