Chapter 411 - - Legendary Holley King_1

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Holley King endured humiliation and bore heavy burdens; he possessed a prophetic Martial Spirit and, using the traits of his Martial Spirit, saved many people from the hands of the Catastrophe god…

In prison, Holley King realized the mission he carried and won the Sea God’s favor, awakening a ten-star Martial Spirit;

Guided by the gods, Holley King vowed to shatter the darkness of the world and lead everyone into the light of a new world;

The righteous Holley King, bestowed with the Sea God’s artefact—the Sword of Judgement, faced by all evildoers, none could conceal the sins in their hearts;

The oracles brought by Holley King stated that Martial Spirits had no rank, there were no useless Martial Spirits, only those who do not know how to develop them;

Holley King established the Justice Kingdom and declared its independence from the reign of Lucerne Kingdom. All citizens of the Justice Kingdom would no longer pay taxes to Lucerne Kingdom, and the previous taxes were halved…

Holley King set up the Martial Arts Research Institute and gathered wise scholars to research the development of Martial Spirits, with research results being shared with the public at any time;

Holley King established the Justice Patrol Team, which patrolled every noble’s territory, responsible for investigating evildoers and wicked figures, and all who were wronged could seek redress from the Justice Patrol Team;

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The following few days.

Everything about Holley King spread like wildfire throughout Duke Linqi’s territory.

Among these.

There were spontaneous propagations by the populace, as well as orchestrated actors arranged by Duge.

Word-of-mouth was too inefficient, and Duge couldn’t possibly perform his integrity through the streets and alleys.

Bathed in five thousand years of Chinese history, Duge was profoundly versed in the art of propaganda.

Having grasped both online traffic and public opinion, one could shape a person’s image in any desired way, merely by repeating, relentlessly propagating, and continuously creating new stories.

The ordinary citizens couldn’t distinguish the real from the fake.

They believed only what they heard and saw; the truth was not important.

Furthermore, the involvement of deities only added to the legend of Holley King’s authenticity. People were eager to see a new king favored by the gods leading them towards a new life.

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Of course.

The premise of maintaining a good reputation was to not let it collapse.

In this respect, Duge was quite confident; he had already been through numerous battles.

As long as no other Alien Warrior meddled, he was completely certain he could maintain his facade.

Even if other Alien Warriors did interfere, it wasn’t a concern; this Alien Battlefield emphasized spiritual power, meaning Alien Warriors couldn’t take over significant figures.

Starting from a minor figure, who could outpace him?

It took him only one day to capture a Duke who controlled a third of a kingdom’s power…

Propaganda alone was not enough; he had to do something more meaningful.

After fully psychologizing the captured nobles, Duge gradually released them back to their territories.

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Count Grita returned the lands he had seized;

Marquis Kray eliminated the unreasonable taxes in his territory and returned the collected taxes to the people on a per capita basis;

Count Louis provided generous compensation to the women he had seized, sending it to their families…

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The actions of the nobles affirmed Holley King’s benevolence, and more and more people learned of the new king Holley’s name.

Duge’s attributes soared sky-high.

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These days.

Duge, apart from formulating new policies for the welfare of the people, spent most of his time studying magic theory, sparring with Duke Linqi.

As his attributes grew higher, his mastery of magic became more proficient.

Without any magic equipment, Duke Linqi was no longer a match for him at all.

But Duke Linqi didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

He had long concluded that Holley was descended by an Evil God. It was only natural that he couldn’t defeat a deity.

Since the Evil God was willing to play the role-playing game, as long as he could unlock his spiritual prison, playing along with him was the way to go. It was only after unlocking the spiritual prison that he would become the omnipotent Great Sorcerer, quietly amassing power to oppose the Evil God.

Duge knew what Duke Linqi, and even those nobles, were thinking.

In this Alien Battlefield, he had never bothered to foster relationships with those around him. From the beginning, he relied on oppression and intimidation to force those around him to work for him. It was only right for them to harbor grudges in their hearts.

And it was this resentment that Duge wanted.

After all, his key word this time was integrity, not loyalty nor management. If these people didn’t betray him, whom would he judge?

Why was Bao Zheng known as the Clear Sky?

Wasn’t it because he was surrounded by corrupt officials?

Integrity has never been about acting; it’s about comparison.

Betrayal — judgement, then betrayal again — more judgement…

One day, his name as the paragon of integrity would spread throughout the world, and the sword of judgement he sought was the betrayal of these very people!

After the advancement skill of integrity was developed, Duge spared some of his thoughts for division.

Carving out a large piece of land from the Kingdom of Lucerne should have been the biggest division, but it did not lead to the derivation of an advancement skill.

Duge didn’t know where the problem was, maybe it was because his Kingdom of Justice was not recognized?

So,

Duge shifted his thinking and started pondering physical division.

Indeed, dividing land and territories was a grand move, but the skills derived from it were not necessarily practical.

Creating attack and defense skills from integrity was a bit difficult.

But getting an attack skill from division should theoretically be possible.

In the future, his enemies might very well be God Spirits. Without attack skills, relying purely on broad and generic abilities could lead to disadvantages. In the previous Alien Battlefield, Duge lacked attack skills, envying Gao Ming’s ‘Ethereal Kill’ from start to finish…

In recent days, whenever Duge had the chance, he would divide the objects around him.

The bowl he ate from, the cup he drank water from, the chair he sat on, the bed he slept in; nearly everything he touched ended up with some cracks, whether big or small.

No one questioned why the possessions used by King Holley had such an unusually high rate of damage.

But to maintain his image, Duge offered an apologetic explanation: he could not control the power surge from his ten-star Martial Spirit, which inadvertently damaged the items around him.

Once he adapted to his power, things would return to normal.

As for this,

Duke Linqi expressed his strong agreement. It was normal for an Evil God who entered a mortal body to be unable to control the sudden surge of power at first.

However, what he found abnormal were the issues that Holley had been discussing with him these days and some of the inconceivable actions he had taken.

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“Duke, do you remember what I told you the other day?” Duge asked.

“What?”

“A bone, once mended, becomes stronger,” Duge said.

“I remember.” Duke Linqi recalled the unpleasant memories and subconsciously clenched his buttocks, making a defensive gesture out of conditioned reflex.

“Duke, that statement wasn’t metaphorical; it’s a fact. Intentionally causing small fractures in the bones and then healing them, repeatedly doing this process, could greatly enhance a person’s physique…”

As Duge spoke, he snapped his own finger with a crack in front of the incredulous gaze of Duke Linqi and then used a healing spell on himself to recover from the injury.

In reality,

Duge’s attributes were already so formidable that he didn’t need to use a healing spell; his broken bones would heal quickly on their own, but in front of others, he still had to pretend.

Watching Duge dispassionately break his own finger, Duke Linqi pursed his lips and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, feeling increasingly that Duge was no longer human.

Duge, as if oblivious to Duke Linqi’s horrified gaze, continued on his own: “Duke, these days, I’ve been experimenting on myself, and it feels very effective. It’s just that I don’t know how to promote it widely. After all, this method of training is quite cruel. I worry that most people won’t be able to endure such pain…”

Not just most people, no one wants to endure such pain, right?

Duke Linqi grumbled silently: “Your Majesty, such a cruel method of training should not be promoted. It would harm your reputation. The people might think of you as a tyrant who delights in cruel punishments!”

“I know.” Duge nodded, “That’s why I want you to help me promote this method, Duke.”

“…” Duke Linqi looked at Duge as a thousand metaphorical horses dashed through his mind. You want to be seen as a benevolent monarch, but you’re making me carry the blame for your darkness? That’s just too much.

“Duke, to discover a new way of improvement aside from Martial Spirits and magic would be an achievement for the ages, beneficial for both the past and the present,” Duge earnestly said, “If done well, your name could go down in history, just like those Great Sorcerers who researched those spells. Didn’t Duke Kray steal Stephen Gao’s research findings for fame as well?”

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