Chapter 77: Chapter 66: Under Riding and Cutting, No Evil Shall Hide (2)

[System Alert: You have successfully occupied a village. However, due to certain members of this village harboring malicious intent, your village’s Loyalty has dropped to 40, entering a state of ’Rebellion’!]

As the system notification faded, the name colors of the Ratman leaders before Qin Feng suddenly changed.

Four of them maintained their pure green markers, indicating they were allies. But the names of the other two instantly faded from green to a piercing blood-red, switching to hostile status.

Furthermore, one of them was Yu Le, the very one Brand had just calmed down.

[Village Management]

[Real-Time Village Member Status Monitoring]

[Golden Deer Tribe Leader (Yu Le): Axenel was the apprentice he personally mentored and the leader he had high hopes for. Although his hatred for humans is not as deep as Axenel’s, because you personally killed his beloved apprentice—a Ratman hero blessed by the Ancestral Heroic Spirits—he does not truly accept your leadership and has sworn to find a chance to assassinate you.]

’Heh, so he feigns submission first, then looks for a chance to assassinate me?’

’A pity! That little trick of yours might work on other Lord Players, but not on me! Against my ’Village Management’ MOD, no hidden evil can escape my sight! In fact, if I wanted to, I could even find out what color underwear you’re wearing today! This is the confidence the Riding and Cutting system has given me!’

With that thought, a cold smile touched the corners of Qin Feng’s lips. He then turned to Brand, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.

“Very good.”

“I accept your allegiance.”

“Now, Brand, gather all the Ratman of your tribe in the square. I have some things to announce and delegate to them.”

Brand shot to his feet, bowing his head to Qin Feng as he replied with excitement and fervor:

“As you command!”

“My Lord!”

After Brand had gathered every Ratman of the Golden Deer Tribe in the square and loudly proclaimed that Qin Feng was to be their new Lord, Qin Feng walked straight onto the wooden platform that had been erected. His gaze, sharp as a torch, swept across the stirring figures below as he began to speak in a deep voice:

“Today.”

“In the name of a Divine Chosen Lord, I accept this allegiance.”

“This is not the coronation of a Conqueror, but a pact that binds our fates together.”

“Blah, blah, blah…”

“However.”

“I know that some among you harbor deep animosity toward me.”

“Some of you even want me dead.”

“According to the rules.”

“As the new ruler of your Golden Deer Tribe.”

“I should drag these Ratman traitors with their hidden malice out and have them publicly beheaded as a warning to the rest.”

“However.”

“My way as a Lord is one of mercy.”

“So I am willing to give these Ratman one more chance to live.”

“Any Ratman who does not wish to submit to me, a Divine Chosen Lord, can voluntarily leave the Golden Deer Tribe now, exile themselves to distant lands, and swear never to return or harass my other subjects.”

“If they do so, I will spare them.”

“And I will forgive the murderous intent they harbor in their hearts.”

As he spoke, Qin Feng suddenly turned to the elderly Ratman, Yu Le, standing beside him. A meaningful smile played on his lips as he continued:

“Of course.”

“If these Ratman are willing to let go of the hatred they’ve accumulated for the people of the Northern Empire.”

“And pledge their loyalty anew to me, a Divine Chosen Lord from another world.”

“I can accept that as well.”

“Now… make your choice! You have only ten seconds to consider! After ten seconds, if you have not let go of your murderous intent toward me, or voluntarily left this place!”

“I will, in the name of the Divine Chosen Lord, bring down upon you the punishment for being a ’Traitor’!”

“Ten!”

“Nine!”

“Eight!”

The sound of the countdown crashed down on every inch of the square like a sledgehammer. His gaze was locked onto Yu Le’s cloudy pupils, and the immense, oppressive aura emanating from him was like that of an Ancient Giant Dragon about to unleash its fiery Dragon Breath.

Under this powerful pressure that seemed to suffocate the very air, the Ratman traitors harboring murderous intent couldn’t help but tremble. Their rebellious convictions began to waver, and even their names, once as red as dripping blood, gradually returned to the green that signified a friendly status.

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

“Excellent! It seems some of you have figured it out! Your true enemies are the people of the Northern Empire who invaded your homeland! Not me, the Divine Chosen Lord who was chosen and summoned by fate!”

“I pardon your disrespect and will regard you as my loyal subjects, granting you the Shelter you deserve!”

Qin Feng’s tone suddenly shifted.

“But!”

“There are still eleven Ratman present!”

“Since you still harbor animosity toward me in your hearts and are unwilling to leave the Golden Deer Tribe… then you shall pay the price for your wrong decision!”

As he spoke, with a flick of his wrist, Qin Feng summoned his Lord’s Longsword, its blade already chipped from use.

Then, his body suddenly spun, unleashing a vicious ring of Wind Blades. In a stylish 360-degree horizontal slash, he instantly slit the throat of ’Yu Le’ beside him.

Before the Ratman Yu Le’s body even hit the ground, Qin Feng quickly recalled his Lord’s Longsword and summoned the Hunting Short Bow equipped in his second weapon slot.

Activate skill!

Arrow Rain!

With the sharp whistle of the bowstring being drawn back to his ear, a wooden arrow shot into the air. The sky above suddenly split apart, birthing a curtain of arrows as dense as a sudden storm, which rained down like the precise kiss of the Death God.

In a mere instant, all the red-named Ratman who had secretly gathered together fell to the dense Arrow Rain.

Meanwhile, the other Ratman Villagers nearby, though also struck by the dense volley, were miraculously unharmed. They didn’t even feel a thing; the wooden arrows that hit their skin simply dissolved into specks of light.

Huh!?

What the hell!?

What in the world was that!?

Was that a Divine Gift!?

At that moment, everyone was stunned. They hadn’t even processed it yet—eleven Ratman had just been effortlessly slain by Qin Feng, including the highly respected Yu Le of the Golden Deer Tribe.

By the time they realized what had happened, Qin Feng had already leaped off the platform, vaulted onto the back of the Desert Giant Wolf crouching at its edge, and was galloping toward the northern gate of the Golden Deer Tribe, leading his Divine Chosen Soldiers who stood ready.

’The seeds of rebellion have been completely exterminated. Only the loyal ones remain. And that Arrow Rain skill, which could be called a ’Divine Judgment,’ has also deeply embedded fear and awe into the hearts of those unsophisticated Golden Deer Ratman, ensuring they won’t harbor any rebellious thoughts. So, I can just leave the remaining issues for that relatively clever Brand Ratman to handle. There’s no need for me to stay here any longer.’

’Alright then.’

’The northern Ratman Tribes… I’ve now subjugated all of them.’

’But in the south, besides the Withered Leaf Tribe and the three subordinate tribes it annexed, there’s still one extremely remote southern Ratman tribe.’

’As much as I’d like to deal with them immediately and completely conquer all the Ratman Tribes in this forest region…’

’…the distance between the two locations is just too great.’

’Besides, that area is on the marching route that Gale’s Warrior Legion and Cavalry took. It’s likely already filled with all sorts of spies and scouts planted by Gale and his teammates…’

’I’ll give up on it for now.’

’On top of that, the Withered Leaf Tribe is also a bit far from my own territory. If enemy players bring a large army to ’raze the village,’ I definitely won’t be able to dispatch troops for rapid reinforcement.’

’So.’

’I need to get them to move over here quickly.’

’Anyway, the southern Ratman over there don’t value ’Ancestors’ and ’Honor’ as much as the northern Ratman do. Even if they’re far from their ancestral graves and can’t perform sacrificial rites, their Loyalty probably won’t drop by much.’

’Besides.’

’The village they live in is just as poor and crude as the Golden Deer Tribe’s village.’

’There’s nothing of value there.’

’Even if they just abandoned it, it wouldn’t be much of a loss…’

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