As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

What Ashbern didn't know was that the friend and counselor he relied on, relied on, and trusted the most was actually a spy planted by Lydia.

Although he did not meet all the conditions, he still completed most of the agreement and left the princess's mansion with great satisfaction. Then Lydia also disappeared. Also missing at the same time were the companions who had been following Lidya, Charlene and Ifrit.

No one took Lydia's disappearance seriously.

For the nobles who knew some of the situation, and even Lidya's father, brothers, and sisters, maybe it was just the third princess who ran away from home because she didn't want to marry a man she didn't like.

It was a bit of a loss to the dignity of the royal family, and the Copperfield family was a little hard to explain...but it wasn't a big problem.

Nowadays, the royal family of Spang Theocracy lacks everything, but the most indispensable thing is princesses. There are dozens of unmarried princesses, so just pick a prettier one among them and marry them.

After all, for the Copperfield family, all they need is the title of princess and a marriage to the royal family. As for who this princess is, it doesn't matter.

Coupled with the threats from Granville and the Orcs, although a princess was missing, it did not cause much disturbance in the Theocracy, and everything soon became calm.

Only a few people know the chaos and violence hidden under this calmness.

The calm before the storm lasted only seven days.

Just seven days after Lydia disappeared, the civilians in the westernmost town of Spang Theocracy suddenly picked up kitchen knives and axes. With the help of some people, they rushed directly into the home of the local lord. The Viscount The lord was killed on the spot. His wife, nine lovers, and sixty-four children were massacred. More than two hundred private soldiers, plus a large number of servants, were left dead everywhere.

It is said that no one escaped and the moon turned scarlet that night.

It is said that the food that the citizens moved from the Viscount Lord's granary was enough to feed everyone in this small city for five years... In other words, in this small city, more than 9,000 people froze to death and starved to death that winter last year.

It is said that these mobs carried the banner of the third princess Lydia and announced the arrival of the Virgin.

When the news reached the royal city, it didn't cause too many ripples.

In the royal city, the situation was still calm. Neither the royal family nor the nobles seemed to take the riot seriously. Even Balumongge was so dismissive.

In their eyes, this is just a small group of rioters. How much noise can they make?

Not to mention sending a large army to suppress them, it is estimated that any expert can easily send all these mobs to hell.

But what Balumongge and the nobles didn't expect was that the riots in this area were like a spark, burning the entire grassland.

One day later, there was a rebellion in the small town of Spang Theocracy. There were six towns and five nobles died. Only one person was killed by a heroic private under his command when the mob's ax was about to split his head. The soldier rescued him, and this private soldier was still his son-in-law.

Three days later, fourteen towns rebelled, and twelve nobles died.

Moreover, this kind of riots tended to get more and more intense. It was only at this time that the members of the nobles and royal family finally felt that something was wrong.

They didn't care about the rebellion, but the deaths of the twelve nobles made them angry.

Although those are only the lowest nobles, there are not even a few viscounts, they are basically barons and lords. Let alone twelve dead, even if one hundred and twenty die, it will not affect the power of the nobles. How much shaking it caused.

The real big nobles don't care about these dead little nobles. What they care about is that the nobles were killed.

Eight thousand years.

This was the first time a noble was killed by a commoner.

Those mobs, how dare they?

Who gave them the courage?

All the nobles were shocked by this incident. They vaguely felt the changes behind it and realized the danger behind it. The entire noble class became angry.

They were like a group of lunatics, howling and roaring at the top of their lungs to punish these mobs.

They want to kill these civilians.

Not just the murderer of the nobles, but also all the civilians who revolted, and even everyone in the city.

They will punish with blood.

Use death to take away fear.

They want those civilians who do evil and dare to attack the nobles to understand what true despair is, and they want to defend the authority of the nobles.

Under the leadership of some big nobles, the noble class gathered five thousand elite soldiers, preparing to sweep away and suppress all the riots.

They are confident.

They were just a group of skinny civilians who didn't even have enough to eat. The weapons in their hands were only axes and sickles, and they were not wearing armor, just some tattered linen.

Although the number of mobs seems to be large, they are just a group of mobs. Five thousand elite soldiers are enough to quell all the riots.

These nobles show off their power and wait for news of victory.

But the final result was to make these nobles despair.

They had never thought that civilians who could be bullied or even killed at will in normal times could actually burst out with such terrifying power at this time.

Eighty percent of the five thousand elite soldiers died in the first war, and only nearly a thousand survived. More than half of these thousand people fled and disappeared. Of the remaining four hundred or so, Most of them were covered in bruises and suffered severe mental trauma.

From the mouths of the survivors, these nobles finally knew what the enemy they faced looked like.

Just as the nobles expected, those civilians were skinny. Although they robbed many nobles, they had no time to gather weapons and armor, and they had no time to train battle formations and fighting skills.

Among these civilians are men, women, old people, and children.

Not to mention the big nobles, even in the eyes of the private soldiers, they are just a bunch of rubbish that can be suppressed with a wave of their hands. It only takes one charge to make the opponent bleed into a river.

But when it came time to fight, they were surprised to find that these civilians could no longer even be called human beings. They... were a group of beasts.

A group of the most ferocious and violent beasts.

They don't know what death is, they don't know what pain is, and they never thought that they could survive. Even if their chests were penetrated, they desperately raised their arms at the last moment of their lives, trying to remove the rust in their hands. The stained ax struck the enemy's head.

They have the toughest will.

Even if they are covered in blood, as long as they still have breath and their bodies can move, they will never stop fighting.

They are weak, but crazy.

Facing such a crazy enemy who was completely unafraid of death, even those well-trained and fully armed enemies were frightened, their bodies were trembling, and their will to fight was almost instantly destroyed.