He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 67 67. I will launch a powerful charge!

"Markov, you've already used a lot of miracle drugs! Leave the opportunity to others, understand?"

"Godfather, when you say others, you mean you are the only one, right?"

"Mark, I'm old and my health isn't what it used to be. If I can't get this miracle drug today, I might not get it again in the future..."

"Don't talk about age, godfather. You didn't look old or weak at all when you beat me!"

"I am the only cardinal of the Dawn Cult, representing the face of Dawn and Master Ian. My improvement in strength is more important to the Dawn Cult!"

"I am also the leader of the Holy Knights appointed by Master Ian!"

"Markov, can't you let your father go?"

"Godfather, you already have the Ender Pearl and the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, can't you let the young man have it?"

"Asshole! Don't you understand filial piety now? I shed blood for the young master! I have made contributions to Shuguang!"

"Who isn't? Master Ian said, one can't rest on one's laurels forever!"

"I'm your father! You have to respect your elders!"

"I'm your son, you have to love your child!"

"You bastard! Draw your sword! I'll let you know today that your father will always be your father!"

"Draw your sword if you want. If you have the guts, let me drink a few bottles of medicine first!"

……

Leaning on the railing of the platform, Ian looked at Layal and others who were arguing fiercely below with a smile on his face.

He couldn't remember how many times this always respectable old gentleman, Layal, had destroyed his own image since coming to the MC world.

Perhaps, every day in the MC world, Layal is subverting the image that has been left in everyone's mind.

But this time, Ian understood Leal.

In the Rodri Continent, there are actually quite a few ways to temporarily improve your strength.

Some violent magic and strange violent potions of the demons.

The precious blood of the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan.

The golden flower of the Behemoth tribe...

All ethnic groups have more or less some of these stimulant-like things.

Among them, the most famous is the Slow Spirit Liquid, which is made by the Fallen Shadow Clan under the command of the King of Sloth.

It is the Moon Pearl of the mermaid clan in the deep sea.

The Moon Pearl is condensed from the moon clams raised by the mermaids. One clam produces one pearl, and the harvest is completed every three years.

Moon clams only live in the deepest part of the sea, where the moonlight pours down.

It dives down to sleep during the day and surfaces at night to absorb the moonlight.

A Moonlight Orb can increase a mermaid warrior's strength by more than ten times in all aspects.

It sounds impressive, but actually...

This thing, and even all these things on the Rodri Continent, have great limitations.

The first is production. Whether it is the Golden Flower or the Moonlight Pearl, they are the heritage of each race. They will never be used unless it is a major war or a life-and-death moment.

Decades after the end of the Fourth Anti-Demon War, it is still unknown whether these things have accumulated to tens of thousands.

Second, its usage limitations.

These things have highly attributed properties, similar to the Moonlight Orb, and can only be used by the mermaids. If used by other races, not only will it have no effect, it will also be highly toxic.

Third, and most important.

It's a powerful side effect.

Similar to the Golden Flower, it can allow the Behemoths to directly enter the Golden Behemoth state, increasing their strength several times.

But this thing requires the Behemoths to catalyze the circulation of their essence and blood. Using it once will bring you one step closer to death.

Therefore, things that temporarily enhance strength are treasures of all races, but they are also deadly poisons.

It will never be used unless absolutely necessary.

But the human race does not have this kind of worry.

Because humans don’t have it.

The human race has been able to stand firm in the alliance of hundreds of races and even has the position of one of the commanders on the front line, all thanks to two words.

There are so many people!

Humans are not as strong as dragons, not as smart as elves, not as skilled in forging as dwarves, and not as capable of flying as the Winged...

But the human race also has a special skill that the alliance of hundreds of races cannot match.

Can give birth!

War depends entirely on human lives.

Take the elves as an example. After the Fourth Anti-Demon War, the elves were severely damaged, and it is estimated that there are less than 50,000 people left.

Decades have passed, and I heard that it has not yet recovered to 100,000.

And what about the human race? Over 80 million soldiers died in the Fourth Anti-Demon War. Decades later, the number of troops in each human race has expanded to over 100 million...

Ian really couldn't tell whether being able to give birth was a blessing or a curse.

Many races in the Hundred Races Alliance believe that because God has given humans powerful fertility, he has deprived them of their strength and wisdom.

But Ian felt that maybe that wasn't the case.

If there were no intrigues among the corrupt nobles, there would be no alliance of hundreds of races clinging to their own interests.

Perhaps the human race is the main force to annihilate the demons.

This is life. After hundreds of years of fighting against the demons, they have long been accustomed to this stalemate.

It's like a group of lions roaming the grassland suddenly encounter a group of tigers.

After a long struggle, the lion group felt that although there were occasional frictions and sacrifices, they could still catch prey and it would not affect their survival, so they let it go and maintained this situation.

But the lions probably forgot that this grassland originally belonged to them and the tigers should not be here.

Lions will not unite unless they are in a true life-or-death crisis.

But when they really face the point of extermination, will unity still be useful?

The demons, like tigers, do not like to share with lions. What they want is always domination.

But that was before.

From the moment the Dawn Cult was born, Ian decided to establish new rules for the Alliance of Hundred Races.

The human race, the elves race, the dragon race... they are all children of the dawn!

They must charge forward desperately at the command of Shuguang.

And this great dawning era will be opened by alchemical potions!
Ian was confident that alchemical potions had this ability.

……

What does it mean that stimulants have no side effects, are large enough to satisfy your hunger, and have a more significant effect in improving strength?
Before, Layal and the others might not have had a detailed understanding in their minds. After all, such a thing would be impossible even in dreams.

So Ian chose to speak with facts.

Back to Blackwater City, an ordinary soldier who had just joined the Vatican Army was transferred there.

He took various alchemical potions and fought with Markov, who had been promoted to a powerful knight.

The Vatican army, wielding a wooden sword from the MC world, forced Markov, who was holding a draw sword, to suddenly realize what it meant to have great force to create miracles.

One strike sent the weapon flying, two strikes knocked Markov down, and the third strike...

Markov dodged, but the city wall behind him was not so lucky.

A gap was cut into a three-meter-thick section of the Blackwater City wall, and the broken stones hit Markov's face, making his heart as cold as the knife he used to kill the demons.

Only then did Markov realize that he really didn't have much credit for defeating Leal before, and it was all thanks to the alchemical potion.

And this soldier was finally defeated by Leal.

When the effect of the alchemical potion ended, the soldier was not red in the face or out of breath, and he even did dozens of push-ups in front of everyone.

Ian fulfilled all his words.

Instantly increase your strength without any side effects...

Markoff and the others finally followed Ian back to the MC world in a daze.

Twenty years of practice is not as good as one minute of taking drugs.

So, after practicing so much, you end up practicing for nothing?

This trance lasted until Ian finished speaking lightly.

"Blaze rods are the core material for making alchemical potions. Since we already have a farm for blaze rods, the other necessary materials can basically be mass-produced now."

"To put it in terms you can understand, we can now produce enough of this potion to arm 5,000 men per day."

"In the future, as these farms grow in number, there will be so many alchemical potions that you'll be able to drink them bottle after bottle. This stuff will become standard equipment for the armies under the Cult of Dawn."

Now, I no longer feel dizzy, breathless, and my depressed mood has disappeared.

Lyall quickly did a simple multiplication word problem in his mind.

It is known that ordinary people who take amplification potions can instantly gain the power to defeat powerful knights in a short period of time.

Moreover, the daily output of this medicine is extremely high, and it can be produced continuously in the future.

The product of two causes gives a result.

The Dawn Cult will mass-produce awesome knights!
The loyal troops belonging to the Cult of Dawn will all become powerful warriors at the lowest level of powerful knights.

Even after adding MC's equipment, the strength will be even stronger...

Of course, the derivation process does not end here.

Ian filled in the final derivation for them.

What would the scene be like when all the troops under the Cult of Dawn instantly became powerful knights on the battlefield?
……

Be ready!
I'm going to launch an awesome charge!

(End of this chapter)