Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 831 - 543 Public Opinion Warfare_3

Chapter 831: Chapter 543 Public Opinion Warfare_3

Because once war erupted, they might become collateral damage.

In the face of absolute power, most schemes and tricks would be useless.

As time passed, a large number of scouting cavalry and merchant caravans returned, and a vast amount of valuable intelligence was filtered out.

Especially Efanso, who was their focal point of attention during this period, Gaven had several contacts with Efanso’s envoy Grace and the Avenger Rebellion Army Leader Yeshandalah.

The price offered by the Necromancers was getting higher and higher, hoping that money could simply send the Conqueror Army away.

But Gaven’s attitude towards them had become increasingly indifferent.

Because from the series of intelligence they collected, Efanso’s Necromancers’ so-called fair rule was nothing more than self-promotion.

They imposed a high-pressure reign of terror over Efanso, and even those with grievances dared not speak out, for who knew whether they would end up on the missing person list the next day?

Everyone was too insecure to speak out, and it was certainly not a peaceful and prosperous living.

On the side of the Avenger Rebellion Army, the only price they could offer was to form an alliance, allowing Gaven and his associates to purchase a large amount of property in the recovered Efanso—without harming the overall interests of the city.

Their strength was also mostly reconnoitered; the entire organization, all told, had just a few thousand people.

Most were civilians, dispersed across various cities around the Giant Dragon Coast, either providing intelligence or financial and material support.

Those who could actually take to the battlefield did not exceed three hundred, and the only ones who were noteworthy were the same-named Transcendent Adventure Group led by Yeshandalah and Fan Ruina, who numbered just over a dozen.

But their reputation in the Giant Dragon Coast region was very good; many mercenary corps and adventure groups had benefited from their assistance and were willing to answer their call.

Gathering a thousand mercenaries voluntarily would not be a problem for them if they so desired.

And the number would be even higher if paid.

Their existence offered a point of comparison to highlight the strength of the Conqueror Army led by Gaven.

The two were not even on the same scale.

They had more Transcendents than the Avenger Rebellion Army had combatants.

"This is the witness you seek; how do you intend to extract the evidence of Arms’ evil experiments?" Yeshandalah led a frail young man to Gaven.

This person wore the same style of hooded black robe as Grace, with even more pronounced leanness, not an ounce of flesh on him, pale-faced as if he’d never seen sunlight, and with severe dark circles, radiating a Chill Aura that indicated his constant dealings with Negative Energy.

He was clearly a Necromancer, and moreover, one from Efanso.

The question was whether this Necromancer spy had been turned by Yeshandalah or had been planted since his days as an Apprentice.

To Gaven, this was not important; what mattered was collecting the information he desired.

Gaven pointed to Regina beside him and said, "This lady has the ability to extract memories and project them as Phantoms. Don’t worry, these are merely copies of the memories and do no harm to the person concerned."

"As long as we can destroy that place of evil, I do not care even if it means death. What do you need me to do?" The young Necromancer’s voice was deep and cold, as though he were speaking through a clenched throat, but the hatred that radiated from his words and gaze was deeply ingrained.

"You simply need to recall the memories you wish to share with others," Regina answered with a smile. "I will need to touch your forehead to cast the Spell. Is that alright?"

"Yes," the young Necromancer responded without hesitation.

When a person no longer fears death, there is nothing left in this world to frighten them.

He had witnessed the strength of the Conqueror Army firsthand. If it were not possible to eradicate the Necromancers of Efanso with their help, he did not know when another chance would come and how much longer his conscience would have to suffer the agonizing guilt of their evil experiments continuing day by day, creating countless new victims to be the subjects of their trials. He did not want to carry on with such a life for even a single day more.

Regina extended her slender and fair fingers, touching directly onto the young Necromancer’s forehead.

Instantly, the young Necromancer felt his thoughts slipping out of control, his mind drifting back to his experiences during the plague virus experiments.

This sensation surprised the young Necromancer, and he instinctively resisted.

Regina’s clear and melodious voice sounded as if it came from deep within his Soul, "If you want to reveal to the world the contents of your memories, for them to see what you saw, to feel what you felt, to understand the evil of Efanso’s Necromancers who masquerade as just, then do not resist this sensation. Instead, allow yourself to flow along with it, showcasing the most unforgettable memories of your life. It’s best if you can include details that identify them as being from Efanso, so the world knows the scenes they are witnessing come from there, from those Necromancers who proclaim Justice..."

Whether it was Regina’s magic power or her persuasion that worked, the young Necromancer ceased his resistance, letting the current of sensation carry him forward, and suddenly vivid scenes that he would never forget for the rest of his life emerged from memories, from the depths of his Soul.

These things were so deeply ingrained, he could not possibly forget them in his lifetime.

But conversely, when these images that touched his heart and Soul emerged, his face showed not the anger seen before but an endless calm, as if what he witnessed was trivial, the bodies hanged for dissection, the flesh thrown on slabs, were not once human or humanoid corpses, but mere animals.