In fact, religion held a very high status in Sokovia, almost permeating every aspect of people's lives.
In the very center of the capital, Novigrad, stood not a grand government building, but an ancient and magnificent cathedral. It was said that its location was chosen to symbolize that everyone was equidistant from God.
Because of this, when Darian displayed an ability like Holy Light, the long-haired man almost immediately regarded it as a miracle, believing Darian to be a god from the heavens.
Even if he wasn't a god, he was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so it was better to be cautious.
Seeing the long-haired man instantly kneel, Darian was a bit speechless and asked again, "Now, do you still believe your government, those politicians, will protect your rights?"
The long-haired man's throat seemed to be tightly choked by something, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Finally, he just shook his head heavily, his voice hoarse: "No, they never cared about our lives. How could those high and mighty figures see us, struggling in the mud?"
This answer was steeped in the despair of being repeatedly ground down by reality.
He had actually seen through the true face of this government long ago. If not for being forced to a dead end, who would willingly entrust their fate to such an incompetent regime?
Darian's mouth, hidden beneath his mask, slowly curved into a smile: "Then, if there is now an opportunity, where you no longer need to wag your tail and beg them, no longer need to place your hopes on illusions, would you be willing to join me in personally overthrowing this rotten nation?"
The long-haired man suddenly looked up, his pupils rapidly contracting in shock.
"Overthrow this nation?"
"That's right, the foundations of Sokovia have long been hollowed out, from its roots to its branches, everything is decaying."
Darian's tone was full of enticement: "Instead of hoping for it to purify itself, it's better to completely tear it down and rebuild a new World without oppression on its ruins—a brand new Sokovia!"
That's right, this was the method he had thought of.
Relying on an individual to create chaos had a very limited impact on the entire country.
But what if they subverted the entire system of the country?
How much impact would that have on the situation in Sokovia?
At this moment, Darian felt as if he was possessed by several people at once, wanting to shout, "May the Thunder God help me!" His arm also unconsciously wanted to rise, wanting to make a gesture similar to HYDRA's.
The long-haired man opened his mouth, his throat too dry to make a sound.
He felt this idea was too crazy!
Overthrowing an entire country—wasn't this starting a revolution?
If it failed, his fate would definitely not be good.
However, the long-haired man looked at the crumpled banner in his hand, remembered the trampled dignity, the ignored demands, and a never-before-felt determination suddenly surged in his heart.
He looked devout, slowly lowering his head: "I am willing to follow My Lord!"
[Affection: 70]
Seeing the long-haired man's affection level, Darian nodded with satisfaction.
These protesters were indeed easy to fool. Strucker only promised to give them the power to fight oppressors, and they were all scrambling to be test subjects, let alone Darian, who was full of special effects.
For them, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they would cling to it, no matter how small the chance.
Darian said, "Get up, I don't need prostration."
The long-haired man stood up upon hearing this, cautiously asking, "God, what should we do next?"
"Don't call me God, just call me Doom."
Darian felt this title didn't sound right.
Moreover, he didn't know if God truly existed in this Universe, since even Norse gods like Odin and Thor existed, so it wouldn't be strange if God existed.
If such a big BOSS knew he was using his name, who knew if a sudden divine retribution would descend.
The long-haired man nodded: "Alright, God Doom."
Darian: "..."
Forget it, let it be.
Darian was too lazy to correct the other party's title and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."
"Then, how about my place?"
"No need for such trouble, just find any place. Hmm, is there a tavern near you?"
Before long, the two arrived at a dilapidated tavern.
The owner of this tavern was also a protester. His entire family had died in the war, and he harbored immense hatred for the government. There was no need to worry about him leaking their secrets.
Then, Darian learned more about Sokovia from the long-haired man.
Sokovia bordered Slovakia and the Czech Republic. It was said to have been established by King Stanislav during the turn of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries and still maintained a hereditary monarchy, with the King being the nominal supreme ruler of the nation.
However, the current King was more like an ornate decoration. The real power and wealth had long been firmly controlled by a few hereditary noble families within the country.
They used their power to ruthlessly exploit the common people, openly trampling on laws, while the government agencies, which should have upheld justice, turned a blind eye to these atrocities, becoming loyal protectors of noble interests.
Darian understood instantly.
This was often seen history: puppet emperors and powerful ministers, along with a populace struggling in hardship.
Darian narrowed his eyes: "Since that's the case, let's start with those nobles."
Emil, however, looked troubled: "God Doom, those nobles all have private armed forces of considerable scale and are well-equipped. Even the weakest noble has a guard force of no less than fifty men. We, unarmed commoners, cannot contend with them at all."
Darian chuckled: "What are you afraid of? Don't you have Your Lord here?"
The long-haired man's eyes immediately lit up: "Are you saying that you will assist us with divine power?"
"That's right!"
As Darian spoke, he waved his hand, and a strangely shaped firearm instantly appeared out of thin air on the table. This was an energy gun he had plundered from the Ravagers.
Seeing this scene, the long-haired man's eyes widened in shock, looking at Darian with awe!
He was even more convinced in his heart that Darian was a god who had come to save them.
Even if he wasn't God himself, he was an envoy sent by God.
Darian explained, "The maximum power of this weapon can smash a car with one shot. It's very simple to use; anyone with basic shooting knowledge can quickly get the hang of it."
This was not difficult for Sokovians. As a country constantly embroiled in war, even children a few years old could casually perform standard three-point-one-line shooting.
The long-haired man exclaimed in surprise, "That powerful! You must have forged this with divine power, right?"
"Ah, no, this is alien technology. It can convert energy into a directed plasma beam for attack."
"Besides that, I also have an energy shield here. When activated, it can easily withstand continuous machine gun fire. This is a sonic vibrator, which can emit directed sound waves to temporarily incapacitate enemies within its range, and there's this..."
As Darian spoke, he pulled out various alien equipment from his game inventory and introduced their functions one by one.
The long-haired man: "..."
Even gods are playing with black technology now?
Soon, the table was covered with a pile of strangely shaped weapons and equipment.
Darian said cheerfully, "With this equipment, dealing with those so-called nobles shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"No, no problem."
The long-haired man's mouth twitched.
With this equipment, let alone fighting nobles, he could even fight the U.S. Army!
Darian said with a slight regret, "It's a pity that large vehicles like spaceships cannot be brought over. Otherwise, if dozens of spaceships descended simultaneously, a mere Sokovia could be easily taken down within a day."
The long-haired man: "..."
Darian changed the subject: "However, I still need a lot of manpower. Just a few people are not enough to start a revolution."
The long-haired man suddenly straightened his back, and the eyes, which had originally been slightly cloudy from the hardships of life, now burned with fervent fighting spirit.
"That's no problem at all. I can contact the members of the resistance organization. Based on my understanding of them, I have a considerable degree of certainty that I can persuade them to join us."
After witnessing Darian's displayed strength and these advanced pieces of equipment, the long-haired man's heart was filled with confidence in the plan to overthrow this corrupt regime.
Anyway, he had already lost all his relatives, and there was nothing left to lose, so why not give it his all?
Darian nodded: "I'll leave this task to you. Remember, we want like-minded companions, not a disorganized mob."
"I understand, please rest assured!"
"Very good. At this time tomorrow, bring everyone here, and we'll meet."
After leaving the tavern, Darian didn't idle around. Instead, he had HYDRA search for intelligence on the Sokovian nobles.
In less than half an hour, an encrypted file was transmitted to his device. The file meticulously recorded information such as the property, armed forces, and weaponry of all Sokovian nobles.
In front of HYDRA's global intelligence network, even a superpower like America found it difficult to completely hide secrets, let alone a small country like Sokovia with chaotic internal management.
Darian checked the data.
As the long-haired man had said, the corruption of these nobles was appalling. They were like Vampires, constantly sucking the blood of the country and its people to nourish their own families.
They didn't care about Sokovia's future at all. Anyway, they had vast assets and could live comfortably no matter which country they fled to.
This country was nothing more than a sinking wreck to them. Their only concern was to plunder as much wealth as possible before escaping.
Hmm, every country has its own capitalists.
Although Darian had the ability to eliminate these nobles one by one, with his strength, he didn't put the armed forces of these nobles in his eyes at all. However, doing so would only cause chaos in the noble class and would be irrelevant to most commoners.
What Darian wanted to do was to light a Fire in this country, involving everyone.
The next evening, Darian returned to the dilapidated tavern.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, he found the previously empty space now crowded with about thirty men and women. The air was filled with tension and anticipation.
The moment Darian stepped into the tavern, the conversations inside ceased abruptly, and dozens of gazes focused on him.
There was curiosity, suspicion, and also a faint expectation.
The long-haired man quickly walked out of the crowd and explained in a low voice, "God Doom, they are all local resistance organization members. Time was limited, so I haven't had time to contact members from other resistance organizations."
"These are enough."
Darian walked to the center of the tavern, facing the dozens of gazes, suppressing the urge to raise his hand, and directly activated his 'acting cool' ability. Oh no, his 'body protection technique'.
In an instant, a holy and dazzling light erupted around him, illuminating the entire tavern.
A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.
They had all heard about Darian from the long-haired man, and before this, they had harbored some doubts.
But now, their doubts were completely dispelled.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the blinding light. Some subconsciously made the sign of prayer on their chests, while others knelt on one knee, tears of excitement glistening in their eyes.
"Look around you!"
Darian's voice resonated through the light: "This country is struggling in hardship. Those in power bleed the common people dry, yet turn a blind eye to their suffering."
"But today, everything will change. You are no longer the oppressed resistors, but the founders of a new order. We need to inject new blood into this country and make Sokovia peaceful again!"
Darian stopped himself just in time from uttering the word 'great'.
It was fine for fooling Charles and the others, but saying that word in a place like Sokovia would probably ruin everything he had achieved.
"I will follow My Lord and fight for the liberation of Sokovia!"
The long-haired man was the first to step forward, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I'm in too!"
A middle-aged man who had lost his right arm shouted, "The Vladimir family harmed my family; I want to personally witness their downfall!"
Immediately after, vows rose one after another in the tavern.
"Count me in!"
"For the land that was stolen!"
"For the relatives who died!"
Darian surveyed the determined faces and nodded slightly: "Very good. From now on, the 'Monthly Liberators Resistance Organization' is officially renamed the 'Liberators Organization'!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and began distributing equipment to the organization members.
Everyone, seeing these black technology devices, had excited expressions, as if they had seen hope they had never known before.
After everyone became familiar with how to use the equipment, Darian selected the first target for action.
As the sun set, he took out his flying broom, rapidly ascended, and sped towards the target first.
Soon, a brightly lit manor appeared, surrounded by trees below.
This was the territory of a certain viscount. The manor was garrisoned by over a hundred fully armed private soldiers.
However, it was clear that these guards were not very vigilant. They were gathered in small groups, chatting, seemingly never worried that someone would dare to forcibly enter this noble manor.
Darian had no intention of concealing his whereabouts.
As he approached the air above the manor, the flying broom disappeared from his hand, and he plunged directly into the central courtyard of the manor like a meteorite.
Bang!!
A huge crash echoed throughout the entire manor!
All the guards were startled by the sudden commotion, freezing in place, then turning their heads towards the source of the sound.
Amidst the swirling dust, a figure wearing a White cloak and a bizarre mask slowly emerged.
Darian stood with his arms crossed in the center of the deep crater created in the courtyard, the flagstones beneath his feet shattered radially.
"You, who are you!?"
The guards hastily raised their guns and aimed, but no one dared to act rashly. The arrival of this You-Know-Who was simply too terrifying.
"To collect your people."
Darian slowly spoke, his voice deep and cold through the mask.
His composed demeanor formed a strong contrast with the panicked guards around him.
In fact, Darian, in order to show off, did not use the Leap of Faith and jumped directly from a high altitude. Now his feet were numb, making it difficult to move for a while.
"Fire!!"
The Captain of the guards sensed that the newcomer meant trouble and screamed the order.
In an instant, gunshots roared, and a dense hail of bullets poured down like rain.
Darian remained motionless, letting the bullet rain hit him. All the bullets struck his body as if hitting an invisible wall, clanging as they fell to the ground.
After a round of firing, Darian still maintained his crossed-arm posture, his White cloak pristine, without even a hint of damage.
The guards were stunned, involuntarily retreating.
The scene before their eyes completely surpassed their understanding!