Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 68 - 66: Apocalypse Ark
Lin Lan’s territory is growing larger and larger.
With the increase in workforce, Seagull Town has changed significantly, but the manor where the Lord resides still looks old-fashioned.
Everyone is speculating about when the Lord will build his new castle, but he seems to have no intention of doing so at all.
Lin Lan was sitting behind his desk, buried in writing something, a brand new and brief set of laws gradually taking shape in his hands.
The development of the territory cannot be separated from the most basic order.
Before picking up the pen himself, he also generally understood the related practices of other regions.
Due to the mix of various races, the Alliance’s laws are somewhat complex and abstract, with some significant contributing races even having the right to be exempt from crimes.
The Ideal City’s regulations in Bai’s database were overly advanced, and at that time, people were even constantly debating the ’human rights issue’ of bio-mechanical beings.
The local noble law of the Lion Heart Kingdom was just a big mess.
After looking at all these references, Lin Lan was dizzy, so he simply overturned everything, deciding to use the memory of his past life as a reference, and use new laws to restrain the people anew.
The sound of the Black Wing stirring the air currents rang out outside the window.
Lin Lan looked up and saw Eleanor folding her wings and pushing open the window, a strong scent of blood immediately assaulted him.
"The feeling of weightlessness is really too comfortable~"
The Pirate Leader sprawled impolitely opposite Lin Lan, even the tip of her tail drooped.
"I’ve already cleaned out that stupid Lord’s old nest for you."
She stretched robustly, showcasing her tall and curvy silhouette: "I also took out all the minor nobles attending the banquet in one fell swoop, leaving no survivors."
"Thanks for your hard work," Lin Lan said with a smile.
Levell and his crew’s death was simply deserved, there’s nothing worth commenting on about this.
From the beginning, Lin Lan never considered the local noble forces as opponents; he also didn’t have the time to negotiate slowly with these civilization parasites, making them disappear directly was the best approach.
As for the Lord’s Iron Guard Corps...
This group’s performance was as usual, still so hard to handle.
A dozen Iron Guard Corps were actually not assembled; in order to seize merits, they rushed in the snow of the forest, trying to outpace each other.
Upon arriving at the destination in batches, they didn’t even rest; instead, under the Iron Guard Captain’s orders, they launched a fierce attack toward the manor.
Awaiting them was a well-trained, energetic Civilian Corps, fully armed with Ash Soil weapons.
Centurion Jay declared that cutting down these guys was even easier than chopping wood, so much so that capturing those fleeing attendants became a boring job.
Lin Lan ruthlessly executed all the Lord’s Guard.
He abandoned the idea of letting the captives help him gather Ash Soil; their crimes were truly beyond description, and he wouldn’t let the souls of villains pollute the God’s kingdom under the sun anymore.
Moments later, Eleanor narrated everything she encountered deep in the Southern Territory.
Lin Lan put down his pen, falling into deep contemplation.
Forbidden Route, Pilgrim’s Maze, Golden Lion Archaeological Team, World Core...the mysteries hidden behind the Celestial Calamity were increasing.
Besides, the personal requests from the Grey-clothed Secret Guard were also something peculiar worth focusing on.
The Alliance unified various races under ’noble ideals’, thereby becoming extraordinarily strong, but its most important elite force actually requested a newborn small power to help the ’real idealists’?
Riddle from the groove, is it?
Lin Lan rubbed his brow, continuing to ponder.
The warnings and mockeries from the Night Owl Hunter naturally deserved serious attention, the Empire’s forces were also operating in the shadows of this land.
His own territory was sandwiched between the two sides; fortunately, neither the Alliance nor the Empire temporarily considered him an enemy.
Or rather, he wasn’t qualified to be their enemy, but was more like a guinea pig heading straight towards the Celestial Calamity.
Every step forward must be handled with great care... 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
On the other side, Eleanor had a lazy expression as she placed her long legs crossed on Lin Lan’s desk, gently swaying her leather boots.
She squinted her eyes, carefully observing the slightly tired look of the grey-haired youth.
This kid really never loosens up for a moment.
He seemed to be thinking at all times, then actively stood at the forefront leading the people’s progress.
The most reassuring thing to her was Roland’s action style, which was unwavering and uncorrupted, showing he was indeed a competent leader.
Really pleasing to the eye no matter how one looked.
If the Celestial Calamity truly swallowed the Small Island, she would definitely forcefully take him away, making him her ideal First Mate.
"Are you sure you want to face the Abyssal Calamity, Roland?"
Eleanor stared into the youth’s grey eyes, trying to find a hint of hesitation: "Even the Doragon People can’t resist the cataclysm that destroys everything."
Lin Lan merely chuckled, his gaze remaining gentle yet resolute.
"Avoidance never solves problems, attempting to pull others up is better than doing nothing."
He said solemnly, "Since the Alliance and the Empire both want to use us as test subjects, we must seize this development opportunity instead!"
Lin Lan had already leveraged the side quest tools to fleece the Alliance’s wool.
If given the chance, he would also try to find a way to fleece the Empire’s wool!
"And," Lin Lan paused his speech, glancing at the boots on his left side, he said helplessly, "you really should change your lousy habit of putting your feet on the desk."
"Hmph, I’m not your subordinate, you can’t control me~"
Eleanor crossed her arms, saying with interest: "What, are you angry?"
"I don’t mind, but little Lisa who is responsible for cleaning the desk will certainly be angry, don’t blame me for not warning you then."
Lin Lan shrugged, lowering his head to continue pondering how to perfect the laws according to the actual situation.
Eleanor’s face changed, she quickly put her legs down, and then used the white part of her tail to actively wipe the desk.
She definitely didn’t want to ruin her friendship with the adorable little Witch.
The room became quiet again.
Eleanor emptied her thoughts, listening to the sound of the pen tip skimming across the paper surface; after a while, she raised a topic again.
"By the way, Roland, how about giving our territory a nice name?"
She slapped her thick tail, her expression a bit annoyed: "The Alliance calls us bumpkins, the Empire calls us wretches, we can’t keep developing under these two titles, can we?"
As a wandering Doragon Person, she had completely regarded this piece of land as her terrestrial home.
It’s obvious that this Dragon Lady truly cherished the weightless stable environment.
If it were anywhere else and the local administrator was shouting about facing the Calamity head-on, she would have walked away and moved on long ago.
"A name..."
Lin Lan put down his pen, pondering.
This is indeed a matter that deserves attention.
His territory had Witches, Doragon People, and would soon welcome a batch of unwelcomed Fes People; if the territory developed smoothly, more peculiar races would emerge in the future.
Looking at it from this angle, his territory indeed resembled a ’small version’ of the Alliance, but Lin Lan didn’t have any grand ideals or slogans.
He merely guarded the corpse of a God, sitting amidst the ashes of various civilizations.
In a bizarre world where the apocalypse is infinitely approaching, Lin Lan merely ignited a small flame that could extinguish at any moment.
"Let’s call it... ’Apocalypse Ark’."
He said softly.
