The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

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Gwen's resolute figure stood before Viktor, her silver hair dancing in the wind and snow, appearing even more stern.

Before her stretched thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of barbarians.

In this extreme northern land, a place of scarce resources where people could only survive by hunting, such an effective fighting force had somehow emerged.

Angus had governed the north for nearly thirty years, and these had been the most prosperous years for the northern barbarians.

Gwen didn't need to ponder deeply. The more she considered it, the more she felt the weight of her father and brother's sins.

It was their neglect that allowed the barbarians to proliferate unchecked.

She had much to say to Viktor behind her, but now was not the time for contemplation.

The barbarians had no complex thoughts.

The instant death of the first berserker only caused a momentary hesitation, followed by an even more intense, uncontrollable rage.

That endless fury made the violent flames enveloping their bodies burn even fiercer, as if they would devour everything in the next second.

They roared madly, appearing like red demons emerging from hell under the gloomy sky.

Within seconds, all the barbarians charged forward like madmen.

Their roars shook the heavens and earth, reverberating for thousands of miles.

It seemed as if this ice field could barely withstand this terrifying weight, sinking and rising towards the icy sea.

Snow flew up hundreds of meters, and the ice trembled constantly.

In the barbarians' minds, there was only one final thought.

War.

They worshipped war.

When the barbarians' survival was threatened, they could even unite to face external threats.

Any place with more abundant resources would become their hunting ground.

"Awooo! Awooo!"

Carrying roars that echoed in all directions, the barbarians swung countless weapons as they rushed towards Gwen.

Each barbarian was like a born warrior, with no concept of ranged attacks or attrition.

They only had this instinctive desire for battle.

After all, this was a tribe where even ten-year-old children could fight.

When countless barbarians charged up, Gwen made no unnecessary movements.

She just maintained her sword-holding stance, protecting Viktor from the beginning to the end.

As if waiting for something.

Finally...

A low voice gradually sounded.

The sky below was instantly filled with countless magic arrays, thousands of formations appearing out of thin air.

As the huge arrays rose, tens of thousands of magical patterns began to intertwine between the formations.

Those countless arrays merged into one, seeming to have a common will, flashing in response to each other.

Endless totems suddenly appeared from between those arrays, as if the long-dormant snow plain had suddenly erupted in true anger.

Various attributes of magical energy filled the vast and open snowy plain, instantly covering the entire world.

Several fireballs burst forth from between the red arrays, tearing through the dry air.

Along with the ejection of flames, lush wooden branches turned into sharp spikes rushing towards the barbarians.

The two instantly merged together, forming countless rains of fire in the sky, stabbing towards the boundless ice sea.

Purple lightning and white storms transformed into giant dragons, violently striking and shattering the ground beneath the barbarians' feet, piercing their sturdy chests.

That scalding blood seemed to follow the lightning, constantly surging in the space above, gradually spilling onto the pure white snow plain, dyeing a huge area red.

The rumbling sound was like the low growl of a giant beast, constantly pouring out various hatreds and angers.

Endless magic bombarded the barbarians, and those flesh and blood bodies shattered like fragile glass under the fierce assault.

Vladimir stood on a snowy cliff not far away, looking at the scene before him, laughing non-stop.

Behind him were countless mages wearing white robes.

They chanted spells, constantly constructing and linking numerous intricate and complex arrays in their hands, reflecting in the sky not far away.

Vladimir shouldered his ice axe and laughed heartily.

"I've never felt as good as I do today!"

"Bombard them, blast those sons of bitches to pieces!"

With his command, the magic instantly became more dense and fierce.

It was like colorful fireworks constantly blooming under the long night sky, celebrating the approaching dawn.

Those poor barbarians were blasted to pieces by the violent magical bombardment, scattering in all directions.

If on flat ground, barbarians facing mages would be a one-sided slaughter.

The mages would have no way to deal with the rampaging barbarians.

In terms of physical strength, they naturally couldn't compare to these savages.

But now, the terrain here was heaven-sent for the mages.

The extreme northern ice field was surrounded by mountains, with only one very narrow mountain path for passage if one wanted to leave.

In such a perfect location, the barbarians could only be forced to take the mages' attacks head-on on the snow plain.

Erica, of course, was not idle either, constantly releasing various types of magic from her hands.

As a second-tier mage, she was now thoroughly familiar with the second-tier magic she had learned before.

The construction of those array patterns took only a matter of seconds.

Relying on the powerful wood divine power within her body, her various spells carried extremely terrifying sharpness and continuity.

Clusters of flames turned into high-speed arrows, swiftly rushing towards the barbarians on the narrow path.

They accurately pierced their skulls.

One hit, one kill!

The mages constantly stacked various enhancements on each other, with countless spells emerging one after another.

A single mage might not even be able to defeat an ordinary warrior.

But when mages gather together, the huge benefits formed by their mutual enhancement effects can unleash extremely terrifying power!

Destroying mountains and filling seas is not impossible!

The sky full of magic constantly bombarded the world, and the sky seemed to lose all color under this terrifying magical power.

After being baptized by various colors, the snow plain was covered in smoke and dust, devoid of any signs of life.

Even the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Viktor looked at the spectacular scene before him, his heart unmoved.

Vega, however, felt a bit surprised, squinting its eyes, with a voice that only Viktor could hear gradually sounding out.

"Have you ever thought that one day, so many people would come to help you?"

Viktor's face remained expressionless, only responding to it flatly.

"There's only one possibility, they're not helping me."

The anger that had been continuously vented spread among these mages, and Viktor understood clearly.

"The hatred has accumulated for too long, so they only needed a simple fuse."

"Now, their anger has been ignited."

The pleasure of endless slaughter filled the hearts of those mages, they vented all their anger on these barbarians.

There was a reason for this.

The Pale Mage Association, Viktor knew this organization.

In the game, it belonged to the Empire's Northern Border.

This was a force personally formed by a retiring general of the Empire.

They had no official nature, just an organization established by people to fight against the barbarians.

Those who joined the Pale Mage Association, more or less, all had some connection with the barbarians.

At first, they were all ordinary people living in the northernmost part of the Empire.

If one were to say that under the rule of the Northern Knights, it was a scene of peace and harmony, then in this northern region.

The humans living here were constantly suffering from disasters brought by these 'beasts'.

Relatives and friends dying tragically, families broken and lives ruined.

Here, it was almost the most common thing.

But all of this should not have happened.

The iron fortress built by the Northern Knights did not protect these people close to the extreme north.

Instead, it isolated this group of people outside.

Everything outside the fortress, the knights were not responsible for.

Even if barbarians appeared in front of the fortress, the Northern Knights only needed to consider whether they would attack the castle and invade deeper.

The emperor was far away, and every year there would be quite a few casualties.

Those people who died in the North, when the news reached the capital, wouldn't raise any suspicion from the emperor.

Instead, under Angus's governance.

The north had indeed been stable for many years.

That's right...

Exchanging the lives of a few for the peace and stability of the vast majority.

This was Angus's strategy.

After the emperor rejected his justice, he understood what he wanted.

So, after coming to the north, he was no longer as righteous as before.

Finally, the Pale Mage Association was forced to be established.

Vladimir Lebedev.

This accomplished general could have returned to the capital to enjoy his glory and wealth.

But his strong sense of justice could no longer bear to see his fellow countrymen dying in despair one after another.

He finally stayed in the north, taking in these ordinary people who had lost their families due to the barbarians, trying his best to teach them the power to protect themselves.

Like a leader, leading this group of people filled with endless hatred.

To contend with these dangerous barbarians.

Looking at the heavily wounded barbarians in front of him, and those mages who had accumulated so much hatred.

Viktor's face remained expressionless, but in his heart, he only wanted to laugh.

"One is a follower of the Goddess of Justice, but in his heart, there are only benefits and calculations."

"The other is an old man who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but is always full of passion, just to save more people."

"In the end, who is the real justice?"

At this point, he looked again at Gwen standing in front of him.

After this battle, the wind and snow became even more violent, making it hard to distinguish whether it was purely heavy snow falling or if it carried blinding smoke and dust.

Under the non-stop magical bombardment, waves of air came one after another.

And Gwen was still standing in front of him.

At this moment, what was driving this kind-hearted and righteous knight to stand in front of him, protecting him?

Who knows how long it had been, but the poor barbarians had already been bombarded by endless magic for a long time.

They tried to escape from that narrow mountain path, but countless mages blocked their way there, even using their own lives as huge rocks to block the barbarians' last escape route.

Even if they wanted to break through forcefully, each wave of mages quickly filling in made them feel extremely troublesome.

As if they were even more fearless of death than these barbarians, constantly charging at the front line.

Even if they were crushed to pieces, their limbs severed, they were not afraid of that lowly death at all.

Just to end all these barbarians here.

Under absolute desperation, those barbarians completely lost hope.

They had never thought that one day, these mages would come out in full force like today.

These fragile and despicable mages, standing on those towering cliffs, gave them, these fearless warriors, no chance to fight back.

Damn it, it's really damnable!

The barbarians seemed to have made some decision.

Two beams of red and blue light suddenly lit up among the remaining barbarian crowd.

Like streaks of conscious light, they shot towards the depths of the sky.

As if something had appeared out of thin air, suddenly, an extremely terrifying aura descended.

Fire and frost fell from the sky simultaneously, stirring up air waves hundreds of meters high.

As the fiery red color gradually faded, huge figures entered the vision of everyone present.

It was a giant as tall as a mountain, holding a huge blade constantly burning with flames in its hand, staring at the countless mages with red angry eyes.

On the other side of the ice field, a huge blue claw suddenly stretched out from beneath the ground, forcibly tearing down the top of a snow mountain.

The blue ice giant slowly stood up, its hands carrying extremely terrifying sharp claws, the pure ice dazzling under the firelight.

Looking at the two extremely terrifying giants before them, the faces of countless mages suddenly changed drastically.

"Is that... the legendary giant, Flame Sword, Leviathan?"

"And Ice Claw... Skadi."

"Aren't they only supposed to appear in legends?"

The legendary demigod giants were the faith followers of the barbarians.

And this faith, at the same time, was also the power that could protect them.

When the collective survival of the barbarians was threatened, those called "demigods" giants would appear before them, clearing away all threats for them.

But no one had ever really seen the giants.

Everyone just treated them as a kind of legend.

However, only the barbarians themselves knew clearly.

The demigods have always existed.

Fire and frost fused together, bursting out extremely terrifying power at this moment.

Vladimir's expression became a bit more serious, even he, when facing such power, was forced to retreat a bit.

In the blink of an eye, gales and blizzards rose again.

Gwen endured the cold storm, looking up at the two giants that suddenly appeared before her, her mind in a daze.

She was closest to these two giants and could feel the pressure coming from them more intensely.

But...

The justice in her heart supported her.

She wanted to move forward, wanted to go protect those mages.

This was the duty of a knight.

But suddenly, a hand climbed onto her shoulder, pulling her back in one go.

Gwen couldn't even resist, and when she came to her senses, she had already been pulled into Viktor's arms.

"Vik..."

"Don't move."

Viktor looked at those two towering giants, his voice mixed with white breath, faintly sounding out.

"I don't want you to die."

Gwen felt a bit dissatisfied.

As a knight, her mission was to protect others.

But Viktor just said flatly.

"The person you need to protect now is me."

"Remember, I am also a mage."

"..."

Gwen was silent for a while, subconsciously, she actually felt that what Viktor said made some sense.

But...

She suddenly realized that her back was leaning against Viktor's chest, and Viktor's voice was coming from directly above.

She only needed to raise her head slightly to see Viktor's face.

This subtle posture always made her feel a bit strange and unnatural.

But before she could speak, Viktor's voice had already sounded out amidst the sky full of frost and flames.

"Leighton."

"Don't just eat without doing any work."

As soon as the words fell, in the blink of an eye.

The sky became dark and dim.

Even the might of the two giants dimmed a bit.

It seemed as if some extremely terrifying existence was about to appear.

On the layers of darkness in the sky, it suddenly turned bright red.

Suddenly, a huge claw with countless sharp steel spikes instantly tore open the sky.

It revealed a huge eyeball, staring straight at the world.

Red mist gradually gathered from all around the ice field, causing the constantly flying wind and snow to stagnate.

Countless people stared at the sky in shock.

That terrifying and violent scene appeared nakedly before everyone.

A huge bright red crocodile slowly poked out its body from that narrow spatial crack.

The surrounding storm whirled up again, but this time it was no longer wind and snow.

But steel fragments that had turned into blades.

Even the two giants slowly raised their heads, looking at the even larger existence that appeared in the sky.

An extremely angry voice, like the sound of a bell cracking a valley drum, made people feel annoyed and terrified.

But no one could resist, they could only quietly watch as that absolute demon stated:

"Destruction."

"Has come—"

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To Be Continued..