The situation in the great port of Antony was terrible, and Marx did not expect this spontaneous chaotic erosion to be so violent that it swept through the city like a plague.

Reverend Richard was a good man, and he did his best to gather a group of unpolluted citizens, but the space in the underground ruins was limited, and 3,000 people was the limit of what he could do.

This is mainly due to the food accumulated over the years by the Temple of the God of War, each of which is built to the specifications of the fortress and stocked with enough food for the defenders to hold on for a long time.

Priest Richard and the paladins worked for more than a week, opening the passage between the underground labyrinth and the Temple of War, increasing the number of refugees that the Temple of War could hold tenfold.

Marx admired Reverend Richard, one of the few people who could see the world as a whole, but his own strength could only protect a small part of the world in this storm.

The Great Port of Antony was silent, and although it was just past noon, the whole city seemed to be at midnight, and the streets were deserted except for Marx.

He could feel a pair of confused, indifferent, frightened, and even malicious eyes looking at him in the houses on both sides of the street, but Marx could not help them for the time being.

This is the business district of Antonio Port, the people here had a good standard of living before, they had their own beliefs and lifestyles, and more importantly, they didn't trust him, Marx rarely appeared in this area before.

If he's learned anything from the Seris, the first is that whatever you're trying to do, you'll need a strong armed force to back you up.

Especially at this time, the patients who have been infected by chaos, the wicked who take advantage of the chaos to rob, and the innocents who are afraid to hide in the house, Marx needs more support.

He knew who he was going to get support from, not the people who would have food in their hands for a week or two, and they wouldn't open their doors to the new order until the last minute.

Marx wanted to find people who were desperate, who would either starve to death or risk being infected to use the mutated fish, who were like a fire about to be extinguished, who would not care what fuel they burned as long as they could survive.

Marx had no food, but he could give them the hope of having enough to eat.

His time was running out, the situation in Antonio Harbour had already caused concern among the church and other forces, the city had been locked down for more than a week, the chaos inside the city was getting more and more infected, and the pressure on the blockade outside the city was increasing.

Even Richard himself did not know if the order would eventually be made to purge it completely.

Marx believed that this is not the first time that chaos has polluted the cities of human civilization, nor will it be the last, chaos can endlessly use this method to pollute every city, but human beings cannot always deal with it by burning and destroying cities.

Someone has to stand up and solve this problem, and there must always be a city that takes the lead in getting up from such a crisis and solving this problem, and Marx intends to start from the great port of Antony, and solve the problem one day earlier, that is, tens of thousands of lives will be saved.

What others don't want to do, he is willing to do, because he is Marx, he once opened the book of the world, he faced the master of change, he decided to become a god, willing to be a mortal.

He's Mike, he's Marx, he's human, he loves who he is, and he never regrets his choice.

But the reality was still as cold as water, and he planned to visit the sailors and fishermen he knew in the port area, and only halfway through did he realize that there were no normal people in that direction.

Even the streets near the port area are finished, the deserted streets seem to have not been cleaned for a while, and there are even a few deeply corrupted corpses in the middle of the road, which are allowed to be pecked by crows with three legs and two heads.

Marx doesn't feel a hint of a living person here, but the rat-like sound around him reminds him that it's 'full of life'.

In the gutters on both sides of the road, a creature that could barely see a human form slowly stretched out its arm, the end of which was no longer a palm or fingers, but had become an octopus-like structure, covered with suckers, and constantly secreting mucus.

The tentacles silently crawled across a distance of two meters, catching a xenomorph crow as fast as lightning, and then quickly retracting it.

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

Unlike other regions, the Chaos Erosion that occurred in Anthony Harbour was more like a group of cultists summoning Chaos Demons in a stealthy state and then washing the city in blood, or a sudden plague that took all the lives that could be taken away.

But the catastrophe of Antonio Port, which originated from food, without any cultists behind it, was tepid and showed little threat in the beginning, and by the time people realized that some people had become different, it was too late.

Ninety percent of the city's population was suspected of eating suspicious food, and Richard had to organize the paladins to check the refugees in the vault one by one every day to see if they were abnormal.

If it weren't for his firm convictions, Marx also felt that it would be easier to surround the great port of Antony and let a meteorite fall from the sky.

He had to find himself some helper first, find a place to stay, preferably with a high wall to protect the people inside, and a well for people to drink, and thankfully boiled groundwater to drink, otherwise Marx would have had nothing to do.

Marx walked three blocks on foot and found not a single normal person, some of whom looked normal but were completely corrupted inside, and they didn't even know what they were doing now.

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

But strange is strange here, it seems that what happened in Anthony Grand Harbor is not controlled by the Chaos Cultists behind the scenes, and the corrupted people are still moving according to their inertia.

They will starve, they will communicate, but all this is an illusion, and these corrupted things do not have these functions.

In a tavern on the street, Marx saw an alcoholic with a big hole in his stomach drinking sewage, which ran down his throat and spilled on the ground through the big hole in his stomach.

As if he hadn't seen it, the bartender kept filling the drunkard's glass, which had been seen from the marks on the ground for some time.

"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.

He'd seen the imp next to the Demon Hunter.