The situation in Anthony Harbor was very bad. Marx did not expect that this spontaneous corruption of chaos was so violent that it swept the whole city like a plague.

Pastor Richard was a good man. He tried his best to gather a group of unpolluted citizens, but the space in the underground ruins was limited, and three thousand people were the limit he could achieve.

This is mainly attributed to the food accumulated by the Temple of War God. Each Temple of War God is built according to the specifications of the fortress and will also reserve enough food for the guards to hold on for a long time.

Pastor Richard worked with the paladins for more than a week, opening up the passage between the underground maze and the Temple of War, increasing the number of refugees that the Temple of War could accommodate ten times.

Marx admired Pastor Richard very much. He was a rare person who could break out of his own limitations and look at the world as a whole, but his own power could only protect a small number of people in this storm.

Anthony Harbour was silent at this time. Although noon had just passed, the whole city was like midnight, with no one on the streets, only Marx.

He could feel that in the houses on both sides of the street, he was confused, indifferent, afraid, and even malicious intent, looking at him, but Marx could not help them for the time being.

This is the commercial district of Anthony Harbor. The people here had good living standards before. They had their own beliefs and lifestyles. More importantly, they did not trust him. Marx rarely appeared in this area before.

If he and the Cyris learned anything, the first thing is that no matter what you plan to do, you need a strong armed force to support you.

Especially at this time, patients who were infected by chaos, the evil people who took advantage of the chaos to rob, and those innocent people hiding in the house, Marx needed support.

He knew who he wanted to get support from, not these people, and the food in their hands could last for one to two weeks, and they would not open their doors to welcome the new order until the last moment.

Marx wanted to find those who were already desperate. They either starved to death or risked infection to use the mutated fish. These people were like fires that were about to be extinguished. As long as they could survive, they didn't care what fuel they were burning.

Marx had no food, but he could give them a hope of having a full meal.

He has not had much time left, and the situation in Anthony Harbor has caused concerns among the church and other forces. The city has been blocked for more than a week. The chaos infection in the city is getting worse and worse, and the pressure on the blockade outside the city is getting stronger and stronger.

Even Pastor Richard himself did not know whether the superiors would finally make a complete order to clear it.

Marx believed that this was not the first time that Chaos polluted human civilization, nor would it be the last time. Chaos could use this method to pollute every city endlessly, but humans could not always deal with it by burning and destroying cities.

Someone must stand up and solve this problem. There must be a city that will first stand up from such a crisis to solve this problem. Marx plans to start from Anthony Harbor and solve the problem one day earlier, which means that tens of thousands of lives will be rescued.

He is willing to do what others don’t want to do because he is Marx. He has opened the Book of the World and faced the Lord of Changes. He has decided to become a god and is willing to be a mortal.

He is Mike, he is Marx, he is human, he loves his identity and never regrets his choice.

But the reality is still as cool as water. He planned to visit the sailors and fishermen he met in the port area. Halfway through his way, he found that there was no normal person in that direction.

Even the streets near the port area were finished. No one seemed to have cleaned the uninhabited street for a while. There were even several deeply corrupted corpses in the middle of the road, allowing crows with three legs and two heads to peck at them.

Marx could not feel a trace of the breath of a living person here, but the scrubbing sound of a mouse around him reminded him that it was "full of vitality".

In the gutters on both sides of the road, a living creature with almost no human form slowly stretched out his arm. The end of the arm had no palms and five fingers but had alienated into an octopus tentacle-like structure, covered with suction cups, and continued to secrete mucus.

Tentacles quietly crawled over two meters away, caught a alien crow as fast as lightning, and quickly collected it back.

Marx hesitated, he did not expect the erosion of chaos to progress so quickly.

The chaos erosion that occurred in Anthony Harbour was different from other regions. The previous chaos erosion was more like a group of cultists summoning the chaotic demons in a hidden state and then slaughtering the whole city, or a sudden plague that took away all the lives that could be taken away.

But the disaster in Anthony Harbor originated from food, and no cult is controlled by it. It is tepid and hardly displayed at the beginning. When people find that some people have become different, it is too late.

Ninety percent of the population in the city were suspected of eating suspicious food. Pastor Richards organized paladins to inspect refugees in the shelter one by one to see if they had any abnormalities.

If it weren't for the firm belief, Marx would have thought it would be easier to surround Anthony Harbor and a meteorite fell from the sky.

He had to find some help for himself first and find a place to stay. It would be best if there were high walls to protect the people inside. It also needed well water for people to drink. Thankfully, the boiled groundwater can be drunk, otherwise Marx would have no good idea.

Marx walked through three blocks and found no normal person. Some people looked normal, but their inner self was completely corrupted, and they didn't even know what they were doing now.

If a chaotic demon descends here now, he can easily control the will of tens of thousands of people.

But it's strange that it's strange here. It seems that everything that happened in Anthony Harbor was not controlled by the Chaos Worshipper behind the scenes, and the corrupted people are still moving according to inertia.

They will be hungry and communicate, but all this is an illusion, and these corrupt things do not have these functions at all.

Marx saw a drunkard with a big hole in his stomach in his tavern, drinking sewage. The sewage flowed through his throat and then spread to the ground from the hole in his stomach.

The bartender seemed to have not seen it, constantly filling the wineglass of the alcoholic. Judging from the traces on the ground, this behavior has been happening for a while.

"Another glass of ale!" A silver coin was thrown on the table, and Marx saw a slightly immature figure sitting on the other side of the bar.
Chapter completed!