From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

"Coupled with the reward mechanism of Order and the heart-stopping greed for money, the saints of Order have all transformed into the worst bandits."

"They use low-level saints as bait, and use the saints' unique arrogance and condescension as leads to appear in racial wars or various ceremonies."

"They can indeed stop the fight, but their extremely arrogant attitude will most likely offend the strong."

"As long as those strong ones dare to touch any of the Order Saints, or disobey the weak one's orders, then the powerful Order Saints will appear and plunder that force in a completely unreasonable manner."

"While they completed the task of ordering, they also made an extra fortune. It was a double opportunity to make a fortune."

"Even if the weak side does not contribute resources that satisfy the saints, the next time the world needs a war to promote balance, the weak side will be the first to die."

The speechlessness in Zhao Zheng's eyes deepened. If he was allowed to operate it, both parties would be willing to send resources, and the reputation of the saints would become very good.

After all, the golden finger-like reward of order is too easy to cultivate the arrogance of saints.

There is a sense of deja vu that everyone is an NPC and only the saints are players.

"Well, it's really too much. The records in the history books are actually quite realistic." Xiaoyu looked at Zhao Zheng with some shock, that there really was such a bad organization.

"It is indeed realistic." Zhao Zheng nodded affirmatively: "The saints have no morality and humanity. They only obey the orders of order and act like robbers crazily within the rules."

"Then how can these bandits compare with the epidemic doctors?" Xiaoyu asked subconsciously, with some confusion in her eyes.

If epidemic doctors are lunatics, then saints are cultists among a group of lunatics, the kind who cannot communicate or reason at all.

After all, epidemic doctor, as long as your pain tolerance is strong enough, you will get a body that is invulnerable to all poisons.

Although ugly, it is better than health.

But the saints in this area engage in piracy, extortion, bribery, murder and arson. They are lawless and have no scruples. How can this compare?

Zhao Zheng was a little helpless. Although the saints are defenders of the world, there is really no way to cleanse them.

"You should know the approximate level of the mage, right?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"I know." Xiaoyu nodded, a little confused: "What does this have to do with it?"

"According to records, the time when the saint appeared is unknown, but it was indeed countless years earlier than the plague doctor."

Zhao Zheng thought for a while and asked: "Although the Saints of Order are becoming more and more exaggerated during these times, do you know how exaggerated they were during the glory of the world?"

Xiaoyu thought for a moment: "I read records a few days ago. When the world was at its most glorious, there were scenes where thousands of demon wizards jointly ruled the world."

Zhao Zheng nodded, with some yearning in his eyes: "Yes, it's just that the record is a bit vague."

"Quetzalcoatl, once the highest god of the Maya, was the most powerful"

"And the peak era you just recorded should be: nearly 10,000 legends, nearly 1,000 most powerful people, and 16 origins."

Xiaoyu was stunned, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "You mean, there were thousands of powerful men like Quetzalcoatl who suppressed an era before the war between gods and demons?"

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Yes, the upper limit of balance at that time would not fluctuate at all if an origin was born or a powerful person appeared."

"The Blue Star in the main world at that time was many times larger than it is now, and there were countless planes under the Blue Star, and each plane carried the existence of countless creatures."

"The human race was not the largest race at that time, although they were also a superior race."

"You should be able to tell this when you see that even a fragment of the abyss is much larger than the Blue Star."

Xiaoyu's eyes were still full of shock, and she couldn't wait to ask: "That era was created by the Saints of Order?"

Zhao Zheng paused and thought carefully: "No, it's not that. The Saint of Order just speeds up the process, it's just..."

"What?" Xiaoyu said anxiously, "Don't show off."

"Order and the Saints of Order were destroyed by the Demon Lord more than 50,000 years ago, and three hundred years after their destruction, a war broke out in the world that swept through countless planes."

"The cause of this huge war is the collision of countless small forces being annexed and the expansion of large forces within three hundred years."

"The scale of this war even implicated the eight major empires of demons. In the end, the fate of the demons above the origin also caused the fate of the immortal gods. In just a few hundred years, the world was set back millions of years."

"Then it took another 50,000 years, and the world couldn't even have a great mage born."

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, her big eyes a little confused: "So, it's true that these robbers can't do it without them?"

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and said seriously: "The world can be without order and saints, but without order, the world will become the end of the law."

"The human race can have no order or balance, because only then can the human race be the overlord of the world and have peace."

"Actually, whether it's a saint of order, an epidemic doctor, or a human race, it's still a matter of stance."

"For example, the robber saints I just mentioned. You may think that these people are bad, and even all the creatures in the world think that they are not good people."

"But to the world, they are the guardians who promote the world and make the world stronger."

"And, most importantly."

Zhao Zheng looked at Xiaoyu and asked seriously: "If you were turned into a saint of order, would you blackmail me?"

Xiaoyu shook her head decisively: "No, I can only stop fighting, and even if I want to start a war, the reason for the war is nothing more than competition and killing."

"You only need to build an order battlefield or an order arena. The losing force will give the winning force a lot of resources. Then they don't even need to kill. They will work hard to practice and form the competition you mentioned. trend."

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiaoyu with bright eyes. He suddenly hugged Xiaoyu and kissed her hard on the face: "Xiaoyu, you are awesome!"

He is currently the Saint of Order with the highest authority, and it is already a given that he will provoke wars between humans and other races in the future.

He had some headaches at first. After all, the waistcoat would always be exposed, and Xiaoyu and Dad were both decent people. They would never accept this kind of thing. If it was just for competition, then it would be no problem.

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then her whole face slowly turned red. She turned her head stiffly, her eyes dull.

What is this person doing?

He...is he being a hooligan?

Also, why is he so excited? Could it be

Xiaoyu didn't know what she thought of, her face became redder and redder, and she quietly turned her head to look at the door, silently lowering her sense of presence.

Zhao Zheng didn't notice Xiaoyu's blush.

Instead, he followed Xiaoyu's thoughts and continued to deduce, what if the original saints created an arena instead of a war.

Although it may be a given that Ao Ba will tear up the order, the Saints should not be so miserable. This arena is very interesting.

In the future, there will be more and more races, more and more planes, and the scope of balance will continue to expand.

It seems that the Order Arena can be arranged.

You can't always wait for balance to resurrect the ancient powerhouses, or in other words, order may not always resurrect the ancient powerhouses.

Many powerful people really died, rather than being sealed or sleeping.

According to records, there are still sixty-six roots that went to hell with the eight demons. In just 50,000 years, only the eight demons are left in hell.

This shows that the sixty-six roots cannot be revived, and necessary competition is still needed.

However, this is not what a magister like him considers now.

There are still about twenty days until the good luck authority is cooled down. After the next promotion to legend, we have to start looking for the fragments of the undead world.

Zhao Zheng was in a daze for a while thinking about what he wanted to do, and his excitement because he got the good idea calmed down a little.

Turning around, he saw a girl with a slightly red face and thoughtful eyes.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, then frowned. His performance just now seemed to be a little too excited. Wouldn't his vest fall off?

But even if it falls off, it shouldn’t be a big problem. After all, it’s at stake here.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zheng quickly wrote down the final steps for making the holy medicine, then approached Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"

Xiaoyu's pale pink earlobes seemed to be a little redder. She trembled subconsciously, moved a little to the side, and replied in a low voice: "No, nothing."

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking of something, and a smile appeared on his face.

However, feeling Xueyi's restlessness, Zhao Zheng suppressed his desire to tease.

He walked directly behind Xiaoyu, placed the paper in his hand in front of her, placed his hands on both sides, surrounded her, and said softly:

"This is a method of making a special potion that can make all thinking beings fall into a happy mood. As for the alchemy potion, how about we use this to practice first?"

The gentle and pleasant voice in her ears made Xiaoyu tremble again. She nodded almost subconsciously and replied in a low voice: "That's good to hear from you."

A smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's face: "Then you watch first while I look for the most traditional alchemy tools."

After saying that, Zhao Zheng walked out and looked around, but didn't see what he wanted to see. The ripples in the space beside him flickered slowly and disappeared instantly.

When he appeared again, he already had a dark cauldron in his hand.

Alchemy and Pharmacy were originally modeled on the magician's refining of medicine, while refining medicine with technology requires a lot of alchemy and technology, which is very difficult for someone like Xiaoyu who failed in mathematics.

Unless she also becomes a Saint of Order and gets Comprehension Overclocking.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zheng walked into the laboratory with a cauldron and saw the girl's absent-mindedness at a glance.

After putting the pot away, Zhao Zheng turned around and shouted: "Xiaoyu, come here."

"Oh, okay."

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly picked up the formula and walked towards Zhao Zheng, and was a little surprised by the pot: "Well, dad seems to have this kind of pot, is the alchemy potion also boiled in a pot?"

"Well, not all. This is the most primitive method. Others require the assistance of alchemy technology, such as those machines." Zhao Zheng gestured to the machines in the test area.

Xiaoyu looked at the tall machine, and then at the lonely cauldron, feeling inexplicable emotions in her eyes for a moment.

As if he knew what Xiaoyu was thinking, Zhao Zheng said helplessly:

"Those are alchemy technology creations, and I can always help you make them, but if you get used to using them, once the machine breaks down and I am not around, then the alchemy potions you learned will be useless."

"Because the machine automates 90% of the steps."

Xiaoyu was stunned, and even more puzzled: "Why aren't you by my side? Isn't it better for us to be together all the time?"

Zhao Zheng was also stunned, and looked at Xiaoyu with a somewhat confused look, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little different.

She seemed to have thought of the ambiguity of her words, her face gradually turned pink, her eyes began to flicker, and she explained inexplicably: "Aren't we best friends? Good friends can't be separated."

Zhao Zheng's eyes suddenly deepened, but he still smiled and insisted: "You can make magic medicine, so alchemy and medicine will not be difficult, and those technologies have to be learned from scratch. When you learn this potion, I will teach you how to use the machine?"

Xiao Yu lowered her head, her eyes wandering: "Okay."

Zhao Zheng smiled and approached, rubbed her head, and whispered: "Don't worry, we won't be separated."

Xiao Yu lowered her head, trying her best to suppress the inexplicable emotions, and opened his hand with a snap: "I told you, don't touch my head, start quickly, I've finished watching."

Zhao Zheng didn't choose to say more, and took out one-third of the rhythm crystals and various materials from the evil spirit space. These were all intended for Xiao Yu to practice.

After this period of time has passed, the rhythm crystals on the cat people's side need to be brought over in a way, and find a way to let them continue to produce rhythm crystals, and increase the population.

Otherwise, the special materials of the cat people are not enough to supply him alone.

This kind of emotional materials are too rare, except for some materials that combine the emotions of nature and creatures.

The only races that can produce them stably are the cat people's joy crystals, nightmare fear crystals, and the fish people's happiness and sorrow crystals.

Now the mermaids have been exiled, the nightmares have been exterminated, and only more than 20,000 cat people are left.

Xiaoyu looked at the formula in her hand carefully, then looked at the materials that had been prepared, and turned to ask: "Um, what do these double, 100 times, and 500 times mean?"

Zhao Zheng came back to his senses slightly, smiled and said: "Pleasure value, this thing is produced by cat people, and only when they are in a good mood will it condense around them, this kind of crystal with happiness."

"And those formulas after multiples are multiples of this pleasure value. Ordinary people will be too excited and cause shock if they can withstand ten times at most, but the stronger the person, the stronger the emotional tolerance. Dikui can now withstand 1,500 times."

"When you have practiced these, I will give you a higher multiple formula."

Xiaoyu's eyes showed understanding: "Is this the opposite of extremes? Being too happy will also turn into sadness."

"Yes, don't be afraid of wasting materials. Alchemy has a failure rate. You should start with double." Zhao Zheng nodded and said softly.

"Oh, okay."