"This is the result of our efforts for several months. Now everyone can cheer!" In Shabak City, His Majesty Reinhardt, the nominal emperor of the Europa Empire, was delivering a speech: "I know some people think that our holding of this event is a bit exhausting for a new empire, and some people think that we will humiliate ourselves on the field."
Reinhardt glanced at the thousands of players gathered in the square and couldn't help feeling a little fluttering. At this moment, he seemed to be standing at the peak of his life. Emperor, what an ancient and glorious title!
At this moment, Reinhardt seemed to have forgotten the so-called dimensionality reduction plan and the so-called chaos, and forgot his son who was incompetent and gradually became somewhat perverted due to repeated setbacks. He forgot that he was just a puppet selected by the Torch Wood Organization. At this moment, he just wanted to enjoy the glory of his emperor.
"My people, I want to tell you that we will not fail again this time. The New Chinese are just a paper tiger!" Reinhardt slightly revised the speech prepared by the secretary for him, and changed the people of the EU into my people.
As a result, there were deafening booes. Tens of thousands of EU players who participated in the ribbon-cutting ceremony here made extremely dissatisfied booes. They were quite dissatisfied with the stupid pig on the stage who regarded himself as the emperor and called them my people.
"His Majesty Reinhardt, please pay attention to your words and deeds and speak according to the original speech." The secretary standing in the shadow directly imprinted his voice in an unknown way in his mind: "At this point, none of us want to see that the empire had changed to another emperor in power at the beginning of its establishment."
The secretary's cold voice shattered all Reinhardt's fantasy, returned to reality, and flipped the scene with his cheeky slander for thirty years in the EU parliament. He said with the support of the amplification spell: "It seems that my sense of humor still needs to be improved. After all, am I an emperor now? I thought I should have some privileges. Since you don't agree, let's forget it."
The supporting actors who were placed under the torch wood took the lead and began to applaud and laugh, and immediately brought a wave of rhythm, bringing the Emperor's not very funny "joke".
There are not many players listening to His Majesty the Emperor's speech in the square, and most EU players are dissatisfied with this behavior of reversing history. The only reason why they are willing to join the Europa Empire is that they have no choice.
So this time, except for a small group of fools who were playing the Knights and the nobles dreams, most of them came to make jokes. Their senses about His Majesty the Emperor were the same as the name of this square, and they were stinking.
"I here assure you that from today onwards, we will no longer respond to the threat of New China and turn a blind eye to the provocation of the Mao Federation!" His Majesty the Emperor finally brought out some shocking information, but his words were booed by many players.
After all, a while ago, a pirate gang from the East committed crimes and swept along the coastline. The losses of the indigenous people were not counted, and thousands of EU players were killed and injured.
"I know that we have been weak in many things before and have been retreating, but in this world we will not continue like this!" Reinhardt's interest had already gone, and he was chanting the manuscript dryly: "We have received strong support from the Temple of Morning Light, and the real angels will join our empire!"
With His Majesty's words, a white light gate suddenly appeared in the sky, bright but not dazzling. Twelve angels with wings on their backs glided out of the light gate and stood in the sky.
Along with the angels, there is also the sacred song surrounding everyone's ears. It is a song written in language that mortals cannot understand. Just listening quietly can make people calm their minds, as if their souls have been purified.
Hundreds of EU players knelt on the ground devoutly. After entering the game, they entrusted their faith to the gods. The Lord of Dawn got the big head in this cake because of the support of the Europa Empire.
The remaining EU players raised their heads and looked at the angels in the sky. The angels also quietly looked at the mortals on the ground. Both sides saw disdain in the eyes of each other.
In a strange embarrassment, the players burst into extremely fierce booing, and dozens of people even raised their middle fingers to the sky in anger.
Then, the angels joined forces to cast spells, and under the clear sky, dozens of light spears fell from the sky, creating piles of coke on Victory Square.
This is the contempt of mortals for gods and the punishment of mortals by gods. Death has become a bargaining chip on both sides' balances. Some people don't care about dying a few more times to express their personality, while others are stingy with their experience values ​​and choose to remain silent under pressure.
The staff of the Torchwood organization were watching all this secretly, and the angel's sudden counterattack was not within their plan, but this did not affect the final result.
This is a transaction. The trading chips in the hands of the Torch Wood organization are the future belief direction of countless players, and the Lord of Dawn pays to share his authority with a mortal organization.
The priests of the Lord of the Dawn did not know what it means to be difficult to make and shit to eat. During this period, they encountered unprecedented resistance to preaching within the Europa Empire.
In their eyes, the Europa Empire was a strange kingdom. On the one hand, they never thought that there would be so many unbelievers on this land. They regarded themselves very highly, despised the divine power, and had no faith. On the other hand, there were some people who were pious and terrible. They seemed to have been hungry for prisoners for decades, and finally found sweet springs in the desert. They hungrily drew nutrients from the embrace of the Lord of the Dawn and contributed their faith, just like crazy believers.
Unfortunately, the former is much more numerous than the latter, and the Lord of Morning Light had a clear oracle before, and the mortals of the Europa Empire should not be harmed unless necessary, even if they had no respect for the Lord of Morning Light.
The Lord said that they are all the Lambs of the Future.
This has caused many grievances among the priests. Some despise them as liars, some spit on them, and provoke the dignity of the priests and even try to rob their valuable magical instruments. Apart from the latter's due lessons, they can only endure it.
Chapter completed!