This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous-Chapter 907 - 437: Collapse of Faith_2

Of course, the sharpness of his temperament and the distinct, chiseled contours of his face demonstrated that he was more than just a pretty face; he was a true warrior who had carved his way through battlefields with his knife.

"How are the preparations?" Mu You asked.

Evans shook his head, expressing regret, "The time was too short. We only managed to find a Holy Light Mage to urgently enchant the soldiers’ weapons with some power of the Holy Light, ensuring that each person’s weapon could harm the Undead army. But I’m not sure about the effectiveness; I’m afraid we might be at a disadvantage during the fight."

The Bard then emerged from the oil lamp on Mu You’s waist and appeared beside the two of them, "It’s not just the weapons that are at a disadvantage. What’s most important is the number. Caesar’s Legion is known to be a million strong, and your mere hundred thousand cannot possibly stand against it. If you really can’t beat them, don’t stubbornly resist; just delay them as long as possible. These Undead soldiers, created by the Divine Pen, can only be destroyed with the Pen itself!"

The Bard spoke with good intentions; however, upon hearing this, Evans’s expression became severe, and he said decisively, "Even if we cannot defeat them, our army will fight to the death. We will never let a single Undead escape to endanger the desert. This is the innate duty of us desert soldiers!"

Evans’s words were spoken with a passionate fervor.

Mu You looked down, and saw below the sand dune that the soldiers, just like him, had solemn expressions with a look in their eyes that accepted death as an inevitability.

Clearly, they had not pinned all their hopes on Mu You and were ready to face Caesar’s Legion directly should he fail to obtain the Divine Pen.

"Ah, you all are really stubborn; alright, I can’t persuade you..." The Bard looked at the soldiers who were prepared to face death, waved his hand, and ceased trying to convince them.

"It’s almost time. Get ready; let’s proceed according to the original plan," said Mu You, checking the time. It was almost noon, and when the sun overhead reached its peak, the solar eclipse would begin.

"May the Desert Goddess bless you!" Evans made a sign on his forehead and chest toward Mu You as a blessing.

Mu You nodded his head and returned the gesture. Although he did not believe in the Desert Goddess, he still admired the courage and spirit of these soldiers.

A few minutes later, Mu You appeared alone at the base of Red Cliff, accompanied only by Cola and the frog.

Cola was initially very excited upon entering the desert, as it was said that cats from the Star Spirit World all originated from the desert. For Cola, who was entering the desert for the first time, what lay before him was like a giant litter box. He had fun rolling around and digging in the sand.

Unfortunately, his fun did not last long. Just after following Mu You and meeting Evans and the massive army below, Cola was left dumbfounded, especially when, not far from them, a Scorplion was lazily lying on the sand, resting. This unknown giant feline creature frightened Cola so much he didn’t dare to breathe heavily.

"Lord Bishop!"

Some religious devotees in the distance saw Mu You and hurriedly ran toward him.

Mu You glanced over and, indeed, each of these devotees was holding a cat—Desert Cats, black cats, Garfield, golden layers... all kinds of breeds were present, filling the air with the sounds of meowing.

Many first-time cat owners, it seems, were not experienced with pets, most of which were feral, so they let their cats run wild, creating a scene of chaos.

Many cats quickly noticed Cola, the foreign breed, and gathered around to sniff his rear. This scared Cola so much that his fur stood on end. He kept swiping his claws and hissing as a warning to the circle of cats around him, all the while complaining to Mu You, "Meow, didn’t you say we were coming to the desert for a vacation? Why are there armies here? And so many cats... What are we really here for? It can’t be to go to the battlefield, can it?"

Mu You looked at Cola hunkered down at his feet and reassured him, "Don’t worry. Even if a battle does break out, you won’t have to fight. Just stay close to me and be a good mascot."

"Lord Bishop!"

At that moment, a bald desert bandit made his way through the crowd and ran up to Mu You. He curiously glanced at the cat by Mu You’s feet before he approached and whispered, "Lord Bishop, the soldiers from the Ezomal Empire seem to be lurking nearby. What should we do? Could they attack us while we’re freeing Caesar?" freewёbnoνel.com

Mu You glanced at him, not too surprised that he had noticed the presence of Evans and his forces; after all, that was an army of a hundred thousand. Even if they were well-concealed, they couldn’t completely hide their traces.

"Don’t worry. Caesar has a million strong soldiers; what is a mere hundred thousand to him? Once the Emperor arises, he will lead the Undead army to engulf these men!" Mu You said.

"That’s right, Caesar’s Army is the strongest!" With Mu You’s assurance, the bald man relaxed immediately, nodding in agreement. He then signaled the other devotees to praise Caesar, "Long live Emperor Caesar!"

"Long live Caesar!"

...

The group began to shout excitedly once again, causing Mu You’s ears to ache. Helplessly, since he was now the leader of this bunch, he had to go along with a couple of chants, while continuously keeping an eye on the time and the celestial events.

Fortunately, he did not have to wait too long. About ten minutes later, one of the devotees suddenly shouted, "Look at the sun!"

Everyone immediately looked up.