33 Risen#re - Chapter 350

When Lirian returned to the gate it was fully open, and in the process, it made a fair amount of noise.

Lirian suspected that it wouldn’t be long before people came running to investigate, once they learned of what happened a wave of reinforcements would emerge, given the size of the city Lirian guessed that he had an hour and a half before the trouble grew out of hand.

The people all gathered around Lirian to report their success in their task, to which Lirian gave them some simple compliments which had them all reeling with joy.

“Now then I need all of you to do something for me,” said Lirian.

“We’ll do anything master requests,” the crowd shouted with great vigour.

“Good,” Lirian smiled gently, “Go beyond the city gates and bring the refugees into the city, invite them into your homes offer them food and drink, and spread them throughout the city,” Lirian said with an expression he hoped made him look like a caring and loving god.

Lirian remembered that there were refugees stationed outside the city when he arrived, the people were seeking sanctuary due to the battles that were taking place, and also in part because of Lirian himself.

Many of them believed that there were orcs planning on invading their villages and homes due to the rumours that spread after Lirian allowed a few survivors from his attacks to run free.

There were several tens of thousands of refugees when Lirian had first arrived in the city, and the city had no more space to accommodate any more people.

The city couldn’t afford any more mouths to feed, and there were many people who were currently extremely sick in the encampment that surrounded the city.

Currently, there were almost a quarter of a million refugees, in the encampment, and bringing them into the city would create more than just chaos, it would result in pandemonium.

The people followed Lirians order with fanatical zeal, and rushed to obey, the first wave of people wasn’t all that large it was only about fifty in all, but that was just the beginning.

Once the refugees saw that the gates were open, and people were entering without being killed, they were bound to come rushing in as well.

Before long the first group returned, pulling entire families with them and reassuring them that everything was going to be okay.

Within minutes Lirian found himself surrounded by hundreds of people, and the people showed no sign of stopping.

Yet when their eyes fell upon Lirian, they felt the effects of Lirian’s charm they all watched Lirian in silence with pure devotion and worship in their eyes.

“Thank you,” the people started to weep and cry, releasing all their pent-up emotions, they thought that they were destined to live lives of poverty, while starving every single day, and hoping for scraps.

Yet now they were being given a chance to live in a proper city, with a roof over their heads, and with food abundant.

It was nothing short of a miracle, and they knew that it was all given to them by the silver-haired man who stood silently, with a crowd all around him.

Yet so divine was his presence, that as much as the people worshipped him, they kept a perfect circle around him than none dared venture beyond, it wasn’t out of fear that they didn’t venture forward, but rather they believed themselves unworthy to stand any closer.

“How shall we address you great one?” a man asked while lowering himself to his knees.

Lirian waited for a while as more and more people crowded around him, he heard various requests from the people all asking how they may address him, and an idea cropped up in his mind, one that would help in both his ‘Worldline Quests’.

Lirian faced the fanatical crowds who were growing zealous under the influence of his charm, “You may speak of me as the God of Cultivation,” Lirian said and his name was met with frantic cheers from the crowd.

“I have come to guide and teach you, my children of the ways of cultivation,” Lirian said and the crowds went even more frantic, they were just ordinary people, who were destined to never know what true power was and now a god was saying he would teach them.

With a thought white light formed around Lirian’s head, and the white light started to rain down on the growing crowd.

Lirian fragmented pieces of ‘A Cultivators Guide To the First Accord of Cultivation’ and let the fragments settle in the minds of the crowd, it was his way of offering them proof of his divine being.

“However,” Lirian continued and the rowdy crowd instantly fell silent like obedient children, “Before I can guide you myself, I must first rid the world of those who have blasphemed against the sacred traditions of cultivation,” Lirian said and pointed at the keep that lay within the centre of the city.

The people forgot themselves as anger filled their hearts, they were already angry with the nobles for turning a blind eye, as they starved outside the city, now they heard from their ‘God of Cultivation’ that the nobles were also blasphemous.

Their anger was stroked, and the people marched forward with a single goal to rip down their blasphemous leaders.

Lirian smiled and in the next moment he vanished from sight, he noticed that there were already soldiers on the move and approaching, he couldn’t allow them to ruin what he had just spent some time creating.

Lirian dashed through the city, he put the knife that he was using away, as the blade was starting to go blunt after all his assassinations, and picked up a sword from one of the guards he had earlier killed.

The soldiers that were approaching were quickly dealt with by Lirian, they didn’t even get the opportunity to swing their weapons before their heads were rolling on the ground.

Lirian didn’t want his horde to be disheartened too soon after they began their march, after all, they were merely ordinary people, even if their numbers were a hundred times greater than House Kurt’s, it would be useless in the end.

Lirian killed all the ordinary soldiers that came his way, and after some time he saw the first traces of the novices.

As much as Lirian wanted to kill them, to make up for all the fate particles he had been forced to squander, he decided against it, for now, if he crippled house Kurt’s elites forces, it was likely that the main family would flee, with their tail between their legs.

Lirian fell back and hid in the shadows, as he did he readopted Bells form and used his eyes to watch what was happening.

The refugees were leaving a path of destruction in their wake as they scoured the streets, but before they could even near the keep, a cavalry charge came rushing out of the keep’s gates and rolled over the refugees.

Lirian was however by what happened next, usually, a powerful cavalry charge was enough to break the spirits of even the most disciplined of armies, yet those ordinary refugees still seemed fervent in their desire to attack House Kurt and didn’t back down.

It wasn’t only Lirian who was surprised by this, so were the adapts who were leading the charge on horseback.

It took three powerful pushes before the refugee army collapsed and lost hope, Lirian watched as those that made it into the city scrambled into the alleys and streets to hide.

There were probably hundreds who died under the assault but there were tens of thousands who managed to enter the city before the gates were sealed off once again.

Lirian closed his eyes, and smiled at his success, he turned around and moved about completely unseen in the foggy streets as he returned to the Red Boar.