Chapter 1075 Waiting

A strong person will draw one out of four, and a weak person will draw seven out of ten.

Those who obey can enjoy a short period of peace, while those who disobey will have no bones left and their blood and soul will be lost.

This is the iron law of the subjugated country. All creatures that have not fallen under the command of the King of Blight must abide by the blood tax. Even bloodless people must offer their souls and source of matter to supply the subjugated country's never-ending hunger and thirst.

Blood is firewood, blood is fire, blood is strength, blood is currency... In a subjugated country, only precious blood is the only standard. Other than that, everything is like dust.

Drawing blood as tax, seizing souls as gifts, such a cruel rule is a rare kind of kindness in hell - but this kind of benefit is so vast, and how much money has been accumulated in such a long time. What about quantity?

Even the tax collectors and jesters who lost their country could not understand the astronomical results.

But now, the nihilistic numbers have become a real existence and are displayed in front of everyone.

The endless blood flows from the depths of the subjugated country and from hell into a torrent that reaches all directions, reaching the present realm and descending into the abyss. Wherever the blood river reaches, everything is the territory of the King of Blight.

Everything operates under the will of the Supreme Dead.

And countless large groups rode the endless bloody torrent towards the present situation.

In an instant, a long distance was crossed.

The king personally brought the declaration of war to the war. At that moment, the inevitable war began in front of everyone.

At this moment, the endless sea is filled with blood and thousands of sails compete with each other.

Even the silent Leviathan was suppressed by this terrifying power. The power of the Najirfa fleet was running in the current situation - no, it was originally a weapon specially built for the current situation. After the Nordic gods solidified in the past, The horrific relics left behind!

In Odin's prophecy, the world will be destroyed at Ragnarok.

When the gods face the predicament of falling, the flame giant Surtur will lead countless undead souls on the battleship Najirfa made of bones and the nails of the dead towards the human world, pushing everything into destruction. .

When Odin's prophecy was distorted by the gods' attempts to resist fate, the existence of Najirfa was born from the abyss with the fall of the gods.

That is authority born in response to the current situation.

It is the messenger destined to destroy everything. In front of it, neither the bombardment of the Rainbow Bridge nor the power of the Great Mystery Zarathustra can be used at all.

In this way, it broke into the outermost blockade of the current defensive front and broke into countless borders.

"Present situation! Present situation!"

On countless warships, a large group of people shouted fanatically: "War, war!"

It's like granting their wishes.

At this moment, war came.

The dark sky was illuminated by countless bright lights, just like stars falling, and little tears kept emerging, getting closer, magnifying, and releasing endless flames and heat.

It's in the administrative bureau, on the elevated floor, in the secret storage room.

The expressionless administrator poured boiling grease on the globe, and in an instant, countless skyfires formed a falling rainstorm, falling on everything on the sea!

The flames of destruction continued to burst out, and huge waves surged and raged, covering one third of the shadow in an instant.

But on the warship, the fanatical shouting never stopped.

Facing the fire and bombardment falling from the sky, the large group of people's eyes were scarlet, and they continued to whip the giant beast pulling the boat, urging them to go faster.

Towards the enemy, forward...

London, the lowest level of the Command Building, on a three-dimensional map covered with countless mountains and rivers, the operator took out the order from the mailbox of the vacuum pipe, took out the signal pen, and drew another line from the outermost side of the map.

Suddenly, the roar of the earth came from the endless deep sea.

The deep abyss emerged out of thin air, and then the mountains rose from the boiling torrent and turned into iron walls, blocking the front of the fleet.

And the dots of reefs began to grow at a terrifying speed.

Just under the reefs and mountains, countless lush greens bloomed, and the plants grew at a thousand times faster, as if they were activated, forming palms that could lift earth and rocks, and hold up jaw-dropping cannons. Aim at the enemy's location and release the torrent!

The night is torn apart by light.

The burning flames burned the sky red.

And on the blood-filled ocean, more and more warships emerged from hell and plunged into this fanatical battle with no return!

And in the deepest part of the ruined country, in the solemn and cold hall, the returning king opened the door, walked briskly past the kneeling subjects on both sides, and just waved.

"I'm back. Everyone, do you have any good news for me?" He took off his cloak, returned to his throne, and asked, "How is the situation of the vanguard?"

Beside the throne, the old jester in pale clothes bowed his head and replied respectfully: "As expected, there were heavy casualties."

"Eh? Not bad."

The King of Blight laughed: "Send twice as many troops up there, and make it more lively... Guys who are eager to join the war, eager for disillusionment and death, there will be as many as you want in hell."

"yes."

The Fool bowed his head, and the order was carried out.

But he did not leave, but stood there persistently, looked at the ruler on the throne, and asked doubtfully: "Apart from this, is there nothing else?"

"Huh?" The King of Blight smiled, "Is there anything else?"

"Of course."

The jester raised his voice, walked to the front of the throne, and knelt down: "Please kill the traitor Gala!"

"What?" Under the throne, the guard who was still laughing froze on the spot.

"If it hadn't been for the instigation of that lunatic, how could His Majesty, with his majesty and dignity, have risked his life and almost been injured by his opponent. If something went wrong, the country would not survive!"

The jester restrained his anger and said solemnly: "Such a sin cannot be redeemed by death!"

"Hey, you're crazy!!!" Gala was furious, pointing at the old man's face and yelling: "Your Majesty just left the house, you..."

The jester raised his head and looked over expressionlessly, with a cold expression: "This is under the throne. Do you dare to roar at the palace and despise the authority?"

Jia La's words stalled, and the original anger was stuck in his throat. He just subconsciously held the hilt of the sword and narrowed his eyes to look at the old dog in front of him.

The two looked at each other in silence until an impatient sigh came from the throne.

"Okay, White Snake, stop arguing. My ears hurt. I just went out of the door, why make a fuss? It's because of guys like you that I have to be careful when I come back."

"I don't have any..."

"I know your loyalty and talent, White Snake, but you jesters always like to make simple things very complicated. I want to go, so I go, it's that simple. Is there someone bigger than me in the subjugated country? The rules and principles?"

The King of Blight waved his hand, "Besides, it is also a good thing to meet the opponents in advance and understand them."

White Snake was slightly stunned, then bowed his head, "Is there any opponent we should pay attention to?"

"Yes, he is a formidable opponent, but it seems that his life is short-lived... He is a heavy burden for Renjun."

The King of Blight thought for a moment and shook his head indifferently: "Other than that, they are just a bunch of old men who have lost all their energy, but there are a few of them who are still eye-catching."

"Have you not seen the current leader?" White Snake's eyes widened: "It's such a shame and a shame that the other party is so dismissive?!"

"Ah, it seems so, I didn't pay attention."

The King of Blight held his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded clearly: "He must be a weird guy, maybe difficult to deal with... However, there is a guy next to him who is very similar to you.

They are all idiots who sacrifice everything in exchange for a dream. "

He paused, not hiding his ridicule, and looked down: "It's a pity that some dreams are too far away, and no matter how much you sacrifice, you can't see the edge.

You should have a deep understanding of the pain involved, right? "

In the long silence, White Snake bowed his head and said nothing more.

But the ruler on the throne was very interested. He knocked on the armrest and suddenly asked: "When you interrupted me, I almost forgot something important... That guy Hedi, didn't he set off with full confidence? What happened? ?”

"Unexpected, a disastrous defeat." White Snake replied, "The entire army was completely wiped out."

"That's a shame."

The King of Blight raised his eyebrows, as if in pity, but with that mocking smile, rather than regretting Hedi's fiasco, he was even more regretful that he was not able to directly watch his tragic end when he was on the way, right?

But in the final analysis, they are just small episodes.

No need to care.

There was even greater fun waiting for him.

Bigger wars, bigger deaths.

He stared at the projection emerging in the void, grinning silently, full of expectation.

Above the will of the Supreme Being, between hells, the huge subjugated country roared, rising rapidly again along the surging river of blood!

Toward the present situation.

At this moment, the entire world's attention seems to have fallen on the grand war.

Including the view from the Ivory Tower.

Thanks to the advance notice from Russell, they had received possible news five minutes before the King of Blight declared war, immediately conducted observations at all depths, and locked onto the existence of the Najirfa fleet.

As a result, warnings and announcements were issued as soon as possible, and he successfully showed his face in front of everyone!

In the current defense front, the border of the Ivory Tower is the lowest operation center and does not bear combat responsibilities, but at this moment, the entire situation can be observed from the closest place.

In the teaching and research room, scholars who basically had no tasks gathered together to watch the projection on the screen.

At this moment, in the endless sea, the raging ocean, the sky fire is still falling continuously, and even the mountains are rising, blocking the front of Najirfa's fleet.

The coverage of ultra-long-range artillery fire has never stopped, causing tragic casualties, but the number of enemies seems to be endless, advancing bit by bit deeper...

"The Najirfa fleet has broken into the inner side of the defense line. Doesn't the command office plan to conduct a frontal battle?" Some scholars asked doubtfully.

"Those are unnecessary things. A frontal battle now will only increase consumption."

Vice-principal Isaac is still taking the time to fix his breakfast, lunch and dinner today. After wandering on the verge of death from overwork for more than a dozen times, it is no longer possible to maintain his original demeanor, but his bow tie is still meticulous and his posture Straight, maintaining this amazing self-control.

"Although Subjugation launched the attack five days early, don't forget that the geographical advantage still lies with us."

He raised his hand and expanded the projection on the screen, revealing the complex structure of the border defense front.

The outermost layer, the defense layer, the entanglement layer, the middle layer, the command layer, and finally the reserve support layer where they are located... are like a layer cake, all connected.

But now, Subjugation has just crossed the outermost edge. There is still considerable strategic depth between the countless borders.

And right at the front of the defense layer, in the faint fog, a high-hanging white wall slowly rose and emerged, with countless figures running on it, hurriedly preparing for war.

Behind the white wall is a large group armed to the teeth.

The laws of scholars and the mysteries of alchemists are constantly blessing it, and the frame of the Creator envelopes the entire high wall.

And this is just the first line of defense destined to be stained red in countless fights.

Isaac's movements paused, slightly enlightened.

"The Administration is stalling for time."

He raised his eyes. Under the observation of the Time Forger, the complex structures between countless borders began a new round of adjustments. Under the guidance of the Rainbow Bridge, they converged to an unprecedented level of complexity.

It's like countless bubbles are squeezed into a small box.

The framework of the Great Mystery Zarathustra is shrouded in it, and countless affiliated lines have extended deeper into hell... towards the location of the outpost.

In less than an hour, the current situation has already begun to brew its own counterattack!

A world without an ideal country would still function as normal.

In the brief silence, Isaac clenched his fist subconsciously, and after a long time, he loosened it weakly.

Just a silent sigh.

Likewise, even late at night, the Ivory Tower was still filled with hustle and bustle.

But in the underground building, there were very few human voices. Everyone was walking lightly and hurriedly through the corridors, taking time to process information or submit task reports.

This is White Wolf's favorite place.

Quiet, empty, no one cares, and at the same time always mysterious, just like a snowy forest, it is reassuring and comfortable.

Anna hummed a song, put her hands in the pockets of her red sweatshirt, and walked lightly in the silence.

When people in the office are not paying attention, quietly touch a pet hamster in a cage, or pick two flowers from a potted plant and insert them somewhere, or take away snacks hidden in the cabinet as trophies...

Or, suddenly and deftly stir up a ballet in a deserted hall.

The fun in this world seems to be endless, and there is no dullness or boredom.

But today, in the area she was familiar with, she smelled another smell...the smell of disinfectant passed through her 'territory' and disappeared behind numerous gates into a restricted area she had never been to.

"Intruder?"

Anna tilted her head in confusion, looking at the opened door in front of her and the silent and deep corridor behind the door, eager to try.

Rather than being an intruder, she wanted to know what was in the place where the teacher had repeatedly ordered her not to go in casually - wasn't there an excuse right in front of her now?

The white wolf smiled happily, stepped on the wall as silently as a spider, and walked straight into the area until then.

You can hear the low sound of electricity when precision instruments are running, as well as the low breathing coming from behind the huge door.

She subconsciously held down the blade under her skirt and cautiously poked her head out, only to see the light shining from the huge instrument she had never seen before.

The hall inside the Dragon Summoning Flute.

Also, before the dim light, the old man in the wheelchair was staring at the distance with his white hair as white as snow.

"Eh? Mr. Marcus?"

Anna was stunned for a moment and walked in doubtfully. She didn't see the accompanying medical staff, and she suddenly realized: "Did you run out again?"

"Probably."

In the wheelchair, the old man smiled helplessly and winked at the girl: "Don't tell them, or they will bother me again.

I still have very important things to be busy with. "

Unlike the sluggishness or madness of the past, the diplomats of the once utopian country seemed to have returned to calm, with clear and peaceful eyes.

Even though he was in a wheelchair, he put on his best dress in advance. The pure white fabric was carefully ironed until it was smooth and fit.

In his hand, he also held a bouquet of fresh flowers, quietly exuding fragrance.

Looking through the front, the reflection from the abyss emerges from the observation of the Dragon Summoning Flute lens - in the darkness, the blood-colored river that is rapidly expanding.

Even, the phantom of war!

"Is this going to be a war?" Anna asked doubtfully, "I heard many people say so."

"Maybe, but that has nothing to do with me."

Marcus lowered his head, carefully arranged the bouquet in his arms, and smiled expectantly:

"Last night, I had a dream... Orton told me that many friends are coming back, so I have to wait for them here."

At this moment, he stared at the phantom in front of him, but did not pay attention to the wars that were too far away. Under the illumination of that distant light, all traces of time left on him seemed to disappear.

Wrinkles, scars and pain are gone,

It seems like I have returned to a long time ago, just like a young boy, waiting full of expectations.

Anna was silent for a moment, but stopped talking.

After a long while, she suddenly turned around and left, but not long after, she came back here with a chair 'borrowed' from outside and placed it next to Marcus.

sit down.

"What a coincidence, my teacher is coming back too." She blinked and asked expectantly, "Can I sit here and wait with you?"

The old man was slightly confused: "Has your teacher been out for a long time?"

"Yeah, I went to a very far place, and I haven't seen anyone for a long, long time." Anna sighed helplessly: "I really hope he doesn't pick up the first branch that touches the hat and make it as a gift..."

"Sounds so romantic." Marcus sighed.

"It's scary, right?" Anna shook her head and said decisively: "If there is such a mess, just give it to the cabin in the forest."

"In that case, teachers would also be sad."

Marcus advised seriously: "If it is a gift that the teacher has brought back for you from all the way, you should accept it solemnly."

As he spoke, he reached out, carefully took out a flower from the bouquet in his arms, and handed it to the girl next to him.

"Give it to you."

Anna took the flower doubtfully, smelling the smell of dew and flowers. When she looked up, she saw the old man's smile, "When the time comes, give this to him."

"Um."

The girl nodded obediently, moved the chair closer, and leaned next to the wheelchair.

Stay with him and gaze at the dim light from the distance.

Wait quietly.

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In the roar, countless brackets suddenly broke.

In the flying smoke, Huaishi looked at the majestic outline of the Nautilus gradually emerging in the distance.

"It's almost time to go back, right?"

Ah, it’s the end of the month, the last day, please give me a monthly pass! ! !

If you have any homeless people with monthly tickets, I can help take them in, ahem...

What is gratifying is that this month has almost caught up with the number of words in the previous double update, and is about to reach 120,000 words, which is really not easy (Fengyue Akimbo.jpg