""Zhou Li and I have never regarded Yinjue as our enemy."

In the office in the dark, oil lamps emitting enough to illuminate the entire room were slowly burning. In the entire city of pyroxene, Helining only loved the flames that burst out after the grease was ignited.

"The enemy is only the west"

Obstacles are not equal to the enemy.

"Father, you..."

Evan, who was standing beside him, had just walked out of the shock just now. When he saw Loka leaving and Helining handed three letters to different people, he suddenly thought of something.

He thought of Wen Lan's water droplets, the black clouds that were accumulating momentum, and the howling wind.

He thought that many years ago, when Guanghui Technology was not fully popularized, the means to mobilize the Legion was to send out these extremely primitive letters. When Evan saw the look of peace of mind on his face when Helining handed out the letters, he understood.

Original means safety.

"Apart from that exchange, Zhou Li and I have never talked directly to the West..."

With his fingertips lightly clasped on the table, only a dead calm was left on Helining's old face. He stared at the darkness and light in the corridor, and his voice was low, "We all know that the topic of the West, I can talk to anyone in private, and even go to the horror of the West with a civilian. But only, I can't talk directly to Zhou Li in the West."

"Because Silver is watching."

A cold light flashed in Helining's eyes, "I have always wondered why once our legion leaves the country and enters the land of the west, those crystal tricks follow like shadows, waiting for an opportunity. I have made countless speculations and reviews of no less than a thousand times, but I can't figure out why, we keep failing."

"Now, we understand."

The surface of the badge in his hand felt a little cool, and Helining still could not forget that when he restrained the bodies of the martyrs during the failure of the third western expedition, his faces were filled with pain and despair.

“No sense.”

Holding his hands tightly, Helinin buried himself in the shadows, but his eyes were filled with hot fire. "The business church said that the wilderness of the west has no wealth or money. Exploring that land is just a waste."

"The Elemental Church said that the land only has cursed mutant elements. Wherever we go, we will only be cursed by the elements. The water we drink, the wind and sand we pass through, and the sand we walk through will make our soldiers suffer. They advised me not to continue to be obsessed with it."

"Silver once contacted me in his personal name and told me that the West was a land abandoned by gods. There were only disasters on that land. What I should do is to let these disasters self-destruct. Don't let the heroic warriors waste their lives and die in the hands of those monsters."

"In the third expedition, the Arnold Chamber of Commerce gave countless ash and metal free of charge. But he did not support the Western Expedition, but supported me and an emperor who could protect him. He once said on occasions countless times that if the ash could be placed in the hands of the commercial church, more beautiful buildings would be built."

There seemed to be anger in his eyes, but more of it was deep helplessness. Tarik had brilliant technology, united as one, and united as one. He had countless soldiers willing to go through fire and water for the country, and scientists who chose to "respond to the truth in the morning and die in the evening" in order to pursue the truth.

However, he was forced to compromise with the church and the chamber of commerce. What no one knows is that since Helining came to power and began the Western Expedition, Yinjue's hand began to not only satisfy his economic chords, but also to express his love, to express his condolences to the soldiers, and to donate money.

Helining knew that this was not Silver Gogh's attack, but on the contrary, it was his kind reminder. Silver Gogh was always like this, and he would give people a "reminder" to satisfy his charitable heart. Helining chose to reject his "kindness".

The world believes that Tarik's goodwill is Tarik's goodwill to choose to cut off his foreign trade and turn himself into a country with trade deficits in all countries. But only Helinin knows that this is Silver Gogh's warning and his whip.

Since then, Helinin has understood that the influence of the twelve moments on Tarik is too profound. It is not that Tarik's soldiers are not brave enough, nor that Tarik's technology is not strong enough. What makes Helinin fail is a compromise.

If Helining did not choose to follow Yinjue's advice to stop development during the first Western Expedition, he might have been able to completely defeat Jinggui before it developed. But Helining chose to compromise, chose to let Yinjue establish an underground black market, and chose to let Yinjue invest in a national enterprise.

Since then, Tarik has become a "dead developed country". During the exercise at that time, the moment Zhou Li took out the mortar, Helinin felt his heart as if he was clenched, and a kind of pain came to his heart. Because he knew that when he chose to compromise like Silver Gogh in order to calm Tarik's economy and to make the hungry people have enough food, Tarik was already dead.

Tarik can produce sharper magic swords and harder magic shields. However, no one has discovered that a flash rune can be added to the magic shield. Tarik seals himself, allowing only a very small number of people to enter this country except for the annual martial arts meetings.

This is not arrogance, but a helpless compromise.

"If this country would perish, he shouldn't have died of aging in silence."

When Helining first saw Zhou Li killing the god of Death, Helining began to look forward to the day when the boy came to Tarik. No one knew that when Helining first saw Zhou Li and saw the brave man who had never compromised, Helining's heart that had been silent for decades began to beat for the first time.

"When the first Western Expedition Army died at Jing Gui's hands, when the pain of the Western Front was recorded, when I ascended the throne of Tarik and chose to become the leader of this country, I chose a path of no return."

The obstruction of the Chamber of Commerce, the "advice" of twelve moments, and the means of Yin Jue.

The West is like the taboo of these nobles who control wealth. They are tired of Helinin's useless efforts again and again, wasting resources on the worthless West again and again.

Yes, for businessmen, interests are always supreme. But for the country?

There is no mineral or gold or silver in that land. But he has the boundary mark of Tarik, the people of Tarik waiting to return home, the ghosts who cannot return home, and the bones of countless martyrs are buried in the barren land. They gathered together and formed...

"National dignity."

Extend your hand and crush the badge.

Outside the window, it started to rain.

“Supreme.”

Thunder, explosion.

The rain kept slapping on the ground, causing a splash of water in the darkness.

Darkness covers the border, envelops the entire country, and devours the land. The border line rages between desolation and civilization like a dragon.

Storm, drizzle, guardian shield, third legion.

From the sky, these four black squares are extremely small for the entire country, and they are just four grains of corn in the sea. But only they themselves know that these four grains of corn will fall on the land called the West, causing the lightning to roar.

But now, they are just standing silently. They are quietly looking at the high wall in front of them, looking at the area in front of them that is isolated from civilization and barbarity, waiting for a signal.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and even the fog began to spread. After a long time, a sound suddenly sounded from the end.

"drizzle."

Wearing a black uniform, bird cage and feathers shine. The boy named Loca stood at the end of the road with his former glory. He looked at the legion that had been prepared for him, with a bright look in his eyes.

"Ran all things."

Ethereal, neat response sounded. The drizzle army split into two, waiting for their generals to return.

"storm."

The strong wind began to roar, and on the border post, soldiers stared at the deserted land in front of them without squinting. Their task was to block the high wall, while the Commercial Church Guard not far away was responsible for blocking the high wall.

The chaotic wind blocked their hearing, and the drizzle blocked their sight.

"Destroyed."

Wearing in mitsilver armor and holding a long sword, she was like a sharp and elegant rose. Tiya walked in the strong wind, her long golden hair tied into a ponytail swaying slightly in the wind. She stood in front of the Storm Legion, with no more confusion and wandering in her eyes, and only the last one was unyielding perseverance.

Tiya, Loca, Don Quixote, Toreya.

The four major legions gathered on the border of the empire. If Yinjue was still there at this time and the business church did not target Zhou Li, the ten major chambers of commerce were able to successfully meet the will of the business church, then they would be difficult for them to gather no matter what.

But now, Zhou Li has done it.

He attracted everyone's attention, including the rats of the empire, the crows hidden in the darkness, and the twelve moments of silence.

He attracted all the eyes that had been alert to Tarik's expedition to the west, and used those ancient stories and bloodlines to focus all his attention on himself.

Now, it's time to end it all.

Zhou Li stood in the rain curtain, with the black fog of Eluma blocking the rain. Hathaway flew bored with the dagger in her hand up and down, but her eyes were full of excitement. Alyosha, wearing a raincoat, looked at these legions with sharp temperament, with an extremely wonderful expression.

Now starting, Lin Zi and Lin Ling will work with the El brothers and sisters to maintain the "Zhou Li" in Tarik. They will continue to harass the underground chamber of commerce and will also start negotiating those people. Hrining will reconcile them, so that their battle will never be upgraded, and they cannot escalate the battle into war.

Zhou Li will lead the elite legion of the empire into the west in a hidden and silent operation. This time, they will find the root of Jinggui and find a way to completely eliminate Jinggui. Zhou Li will find the answer he wants.

Victoria, the god of literature.

Zhou Li still remembers that when Victoria chose to sleep, she told herself that if she wanted to find more truth, she would go to Tarik's west to take a look. The last sentence left to herself by the God of Literature when she was dying was that there were countless truths buried in Tarik's west.

"All staff are here."

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, no communication, and no presence in person, Helinin stretched out his hand, caught the cool raindrops, and whispered: "No one is absent."

“No one is absent.”

Zhou Li looked around and nodded, and a faint smile appeared on his face. Tarik's legion was not a private soldier of the nobles, nor was it a sharp sword in the hands of the king. Tarik's soldiers were fighting for the country of Tarik. This is why he dared to say the four words "no one is absent".

The four words contain the invisible tacit understanding between Zhou Li and Helining. Because they knew that only Tarik's legion could gather on the border line because of the unclear mission and the unclear generals, and be ready to go.

Don Quixote and Toreya will calmly accept the mission to the border without any goal. They did not hesitate at all, nor did they think that this was a mission that had no return.

Because Zhou Li is behind them.

“Are you ready?”

Now Zhou Li wants to add a sentence to the words "Children" after these words, play some bad jokes to relieve everyone's nervous mood. But after thinking that this can only relax everyone's blood pressure curve, Zhou Li just said calmly:

"Tarick soldiers, there are high walls that block the plague before you. You are Tarik, and I cannot guarantee that I can bring you all back intact. But I can assure you."

There was no return home in glory, nor a hundred gold rewards. Zhou Li looked at the two legions standing behind Tiya and Loka and said loudly:

"I can let you bring back all the national dignity that Tarik lost to the west."

This sentence ignited the drizzle and brought out a storm.

"Fight to the death."

First, there was a quiet whisper of a person, then a continuous shout, and finally, a heartfelt roar.

"So that's the case."

Zhou Li stood in front of the four legions, raised the pistol that condensed the wisdom of countless people and pulled the trigger.

boom!!!

Lightning rises.

As the soldiers of the business church were terrified, the sky thunder began to rage. Soon, one after another, a dark black mark was spread across the earth. This miraculous scenery shocked everyone and made them ignore the four drops of the ocean.

"Huh~"

Zhou Li took back his pistol, looked at the exclusive hero with distress, and whispered:

"No one seems to be more luxurious than me when I set off a firework in a thousand disasters."

"Report, the Drizzle Legion is ready for urgent progress."

"Report, the Storm Legion is ready for emergency action"

"Report that the Guardian Shield Legion is ready for urgent action."

"Report, the Third Legion is ready."

Feeling this heavy rain that is rare in a century. Helining, far away in Tarik, stood on Zhou Li, who was named the western land, but his eyes were the same scenery.

West, wild and chaotic West.
Chapter completed!