Chapter 171

Heads rolled down.

Seventy-six nobles were all executed, leaving only headless corpses still twitching nervously.

Even if they had billions of mana, they would not have the chance to enjoy it.

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On the other side, at the front-line camp.

The surviving soldiers spent three days clearing an area filled with piles of corpses. It took a long time just to find these corpses, and many of the corpses were already incomplete.

They burned the bodies of their comrades with fire.

There were too many corpses, and they had no way to send their comrades back to their homeland for burial.

Although many people died and many were injured, the survivors held a bonfire party, which was the rule for every victory.

Alcohol can numb one's soul and make people unable to feel the pain in their bodies.

Here is the third chapter.

Chapter 209 The Daughter of Death (4)

Alcohol is a good thing.

It can make people forget the sadness and fear in their hearts and the pain in their bodies.

Although it is only a temporary anesthesia, at least at this time those soldiers are carefree.

The cheap and spicy wine poured into the mouth, causing a burning pain, and the body soon became hot, but there were some things that could not be covered up by wine.

The death of so many comrades left indelible scars in the hearts of these people.

They celebrated this victory with smiles on their faces, but tears were flowing in their eyes, because no one knew when they would die here like those comrades.

Banar seemed to have completely adjusted his mentality, and was not affected by the death of so many teammates and the words Qin Chu said before. He shouted that he wanted Qin Chu, Princess Carol, and Saint Son O'Neill, Rossweisse and other big figures from the imperial city to give speeches on the stage.

Qin Chu was never interested in these things. Just when he wanted to refuse, Saint Son O'Neill next to him had already stood up first.

Perhaps he was used to this kind of occasion. O'Neill behaved calmly and was not stage fright at all.

He cleared his throat and stood in the middle of the crowd. Although they were all comrades who had just experienced a war, O'Neill obviously did not regard those soldiers as his companions.

In his eyes, one could still sense the looming disdain.

He was different from them. Even if they were in the same war, he was more noble than them.

O'Neill cleared his throat and spoke slowly in the tone of a clergyman:

"This time, we were able to win because of the protection of the Goddess of Holy Light and the Mother Earth."

"Without the protection of the goddess, we would not have the strength and courage to fight against the monsters. We would perish under the iron hoof of the monsters. This victory would strengthen our faith and keep us on the right path."

"The dead are regrettable, but only because their faith was not strong enough."

"The invasion of monsters is not a disaster, but a test given to people by the gods. Only the most devout believers can survive the test."

"Look, no one in our Mother Earth Church died in the monster attack. This is the best proof."

Qin Chu's eyes widened.

This guy... is there really nothing wrong with his brain?

So many people died here just now, and we won the war.

Turning around, you say that the victory was brought by the goddess? So many soldiers died in vain, right?

As expected, there was a deathly silence all around, and no one made a sound. Although the soldiers drank, they were not completely unconscious.

There was a hint of anger in their eyes. They sacrificed so many companions and resisted for several months in the absence of food and clothing. You came up and took all the credit?

Yes, no one in the Earth Mother Church died.

Isn't it because except for you and the saint, everyone else hid in the corner and didn't confront the monsters head-on?

Such a thing, do you have the nerve to brag about it?

Don't you know shame?

Saint Son O'Neill opened his arms, as if he wanted to accept the applause of worship from all around.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, it was Banar who reacted first and clapped his hands vigorously. Under Banar's guidance, sparse applause finally echoed around.

For such a bland reaction, O'Neill sneered. It turned out that they were a group of guys who didn't know etiquette.

After O'Neill left, it was Carol.

Carol was much smarter than O'Neill. She did not mention the role of the royal family in this war. She only informed the soldiers that the son of Duke Marta who fled from the battlefield, and the marquis who withheld military pay and resold military supplies, a total of 72 nobles, had all been guillotined and paid a heavy price for their greed.

This content made the atmosphere around a little depressing, and many soldiers began to cry secretly again. If it were not for these greedy nobles, the brothers would not have suffered such serious casualties.

Although it was a good thing to execute these nobles, the dead brothers would never come back after all.

Rossweisse wanted to appease the soldiers and then publicize the glory of the Goddess of Holy Light and the role of herself as a saint, but she was keenly aware of the wrong atmosphere and turned it down.

Qin Chu was the last one and the finale.

After a brief hesitation, Qin Chu came to the crowd surrounded by thousands of soldiers with a wine bowl. Under the reflection of the bonfire, flames jumped in pairs of eyes.

silence.

This oppressive silence lasted for a long time, and Qin Chu finally spoke slowly:

"Is this worth celebrating?"

His voice was low and depressed, filled with a kind of solemnity and compassion.

"I want to ask you, is this really a victory?"

Qin Chu's voice echoed in the ears of many soldiers.

Everyone is muttering these two sentences, is this victory? Is this worth celebrating?

There are only less than 7,000 people left out of 100,000 people. What kind of victory is this? Do you want to celebrate the death of more than 90,000 brothers?

Qin Chu's voice was still floating in the wind.

"So many of our companions have died, and they will never be able to return to their homes and hold their wives and children."

"Their lives will remain here forever. Their wives and children have no one to take care of them and are bullied in the city, and even die miserably!"

"They shouldn't have died. They didn't die in the hands of monsters, but in the hands of those seventy-six greedy nobles."

"Even if those seventy-six nobles have been executed, I still don't think this is something worth celebrating, because the dead can never come back."

There were slight sobbing sounds from all around. The surviving soldiers knew that Qin Chu was right. This was never something worth celebrating.

Those who died today are those comrades, and those who died tomorrow may be other surviving comrades, it may be themselves... their wives and children, who will also end up in the same ending.

Qin Chu took a breath. He didn't say anything else. He just raised his hand and let the wine pour to the ground:

"To those fallen warriors!"

Snapped!

The wine bowl in his hand smashed to pieces on the ground.

There was a gloomy depression all around, and everyone's heart was sad, but their eyes were shining.

Carol frowned. She wanted to refute Qin Chu, but she didn't know where to start.

She knew that what Qin Chu said hit the biggest shortcoming of the empire, but she had no ability to change it... The greed of a noble could lead to the death of tens of thousands of civilians. The world was not fair.

At this moment, Holy Son O'Niens stood up, with an ugly expression on his face: "Your Majesty the Brave, what do you mean by these words? Are you criticizing the aristocratic system of the empire?"

"Don't forget your identity. You are just a brave man. You were summoned just to fight against those monsters. You are not allowed to participate in everything in the empire."

As a vested interest, O'Niens, who is also a noble and a priest, does not allow Qin Chu to pour dirty water on the aristocracy.

Qin Chu smiled and summoned the brave man to come over, just as a tool to fight against monsters. This was the thought of all the senior officials in Tianqiong Continent, but O'Niens was the first to say it directly.

"Even if those nobles did make some mistakes, they have already accepted the punishment. Moreover, the punishment is unprecedentedly severe, directly executing them, which is enough to compensate for the lives of 93,000 civilians."

Inas next to him kept winking at O'Neill, but this stupid man pretended not to notice at all:

"Now, we are enjoying the joy of victory. Your Excellency, Hero, you should not ruin the atmosphere at this time."

Atmosphere?

I'm afraid O'Neill didn't notice the atmosphere around him at all.

A little mistake? Is that a bit of a mistake?

The lives of seventy-six nobles and the lives of ninety-three thousand commoners.

In the eyes of a person from the upper class like Lord Saint Son, they actually seem to be equals... Ah no, not equal. From Lord Saint Son's tone, we can clearly feel that the lives of 93,000 civilians are not comparable to the lives of seven people. The lives of sixteen nobles.

Perhaps, this is what the upper-class people in Tianqiong Continent really think?

As a civilian, it's really sad.

People in this world don't care about their life or death at all.

On the contrary, he is a brave man summoned from another world who will grieve for the loss of so many lives.

There are rumors that the brave man is a messenger of God, an angel descended.

That must be the case, maybe only real angels can have such a kind heart?

The deathly depression lasted for who knows how long.

Finally, Commander Banal stood up.

Immediately afterwards, one soldier after another stood up, and even the wounded used the spears in their hands as weapons to support their bodies.

They all raised the wine bowls in their hands:

"To those fallen warriors!"

"To those brothers who died!"

The voices of seven thousand people mixed together, rolling in everyone's ears like ocean waves, deafening.

Like an earthquake, like thunder...

O'Niens's face turned a little pale, and the light in those people's eyes frightened him.

Those priests and knights also curled up subconsciously. Their throats were a little dry, and they were constantly squirming, swallowing non-existent saliva.

They didn't understand why a group of civilians with nothing but a few slogans could make themselves so panicked.

Some of them even dared not look at that kind of scene.

Snapped……

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of smashing wine bowls formed a straight line.

Every upper-class person who heard this voice trembled involuntarily, their hands and feet were cold, and their scalps were numb.

All the warriors looked at Qin Chu with admiration in their eyes. They were moved by the kindness and kindness of the brave man.

That look made O'Neill extremely jealous and angry. He didn't understand why his speech about the glory of God was indifferent. Could it be that these humble civilians simply couldn't understand the meaning of it?

Every time he gave a speech in the Earth Mother Church, he could arouse the applause of countless believers!

Looking at this scene, Carol suddenly sighed. She knew that the empire might be changing!

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew.

The bonfire in front of him and the flames of a large number of corpses burning in the distance suddenly all went down.

The whole world seemed to be dimmed.

An indescribable coldness was approaching, and Qin Chu's body instantly had goose bumps, and the thick black was covering everything.

Violet, who was originally sitting on the ground, changed her face, and her body suddenly stood up and walked quickly to Qin Chu's side.

A huge shadow seemed to appear in the sky. She had a beautiful and graceful outline, and a trace of black mist was floating behind her, just like her beautiful long hair.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but it was vaguely visible, and I seemed to have an illusion that she should be a beautiful girl.

Her image was somewhat similar to the phantom of the goddess that had appeared behind Qin Chu, but the color was completely opposite.

Her arms were gently opened, as if she was covering something.

A faint shadow began to float from the ground and from the flames.