Chapter 502 That is your heaven, but it is the hell of mortals
In Beyeland in mid-May, the sun had already set into the clouds floating over the strait at dusk. Golden light shone through the gaps in the clouds, reflecting a gorgeous brilliance on the quiet stone walls by the sea.
The carriages in the city also became golden, crossing the stone bridge and the grapevines hanging on the terrace, and stopped in front of a white palace. This elegant palace was once the garden of a certain queen, with white walls and white sand filled with plants.
The wisteria looked like a sapphire on a jade plate, attracting waves of admiration from the guests.
Griffith jumped out of the carriage, habitually pressed the sword on his waist and stretched out his arm.
"Intoxicating love, yearning for Yiyi," the Countess said as she looked at the wisteria on the wall, "Before Queen Margaret was killed, she wanted to bury her and her lover in the garden here."
"However, the Praetorian Guards rejected her and didn't even wait for the king to express his position. The Senate was so frightened that they hurriedly issued a subsidy." Griffith held his white little hand and asked Sonia to hold his arm.
Several viscounts and several members of parliament passed by with their wives and glanced here with displeasure.
In the past two days, the social circles of Beyeland were saying that the daughter of the Larmore family was engaged to her knight. Somehow, this lucky soldier became the Hand of God and the flag captain, and got Beyeland.
as a reward for his loyalty. The generous Senate is about to appoint him as the commander of the southern army to invade the troll territory.
That's the South, where there are minions of the Regicides and Confederate rebels everywhere, and there are endless benefits to be reaped...
Tonight is the first time that the flag captain and his fiancée have officially attended the social world. Their dresses, carriages, and jewelry are all the best, and they have lit up the eyes of several ladies.
"Good evening, Your Excellency, Countess."
Griffith said hello to the Earl and Countess Larmore who had just arrived. The Earl, whose face was as gloomy as a thunderstorm, snorted, and then was pulled away by the smiling Countess.
A week ago, Sonia went home alone and had a big quarrel with Count Larmore. Tonight, she left on the arm of the sworn enemy of the Byerland gentlemen, the evil lancer, the so-called Knight of Ravenel.
When you are by your side, you will raise your face from time to time and send your sweetheart eyes full of affectionate glances.
"This little black-haired bastard!"
General Macdonald muttered bitterly.
"But he is very masculine, and he is so young. No wonder the goddess of victory favors him~" The general's wife waved her fan and gave her girlfriends a look.
"Who doesn't like strong men?" Another lady stared at Griffith's tall and strong body, and wiped away the bad mood when seeing Sonia. "I have to talk to him about the rebellion in the South."
The thieves have many plantations in their hands, and the sugar they produce is as white as snow."
General Macdonald was so angry that he almost lost his breath. He was completely defeated in Verona, but the 19-year-old young man in front of him brought back the victory with thousands of people. The mentally retarded Senate actually let this little bastard
Be the vanguard and give him the important task of attacking Commodus.
"I bet there's something wrong with this little bastard," the general said. "He's so close to those pointy ears, how come he suddenly becomes a member of the Larmore House."
"Don't go too far," Count Urenas warned gently. "Without him and Tiberion's favorite, those mobs would listen to Danton's pamphlet and rush in and leave us all on the street lamp. I
On the way here, I saw them looking at us under the bridge and in the alley."
"He is a lucky upstart. Even if he bears an ancient surname, he will not become as equal as a real aristocrat." The general insisted on his opinion.
"He is the Hand of God, and he is probably more equal than us."
Griffith ignored these mutterings of jealousy and stepped into the vine-shaded paths of the gardens. The palace led to the ruins of the Hippodrome by the sea, where the results of the negotiations between the Senate and the Confederacy were announced.
Sonia was almost leaning on his arm, her dress almost falling down to her shoulders. She quietly and curiously introduced the passing Confederate representatives to the knight:
"That's Dandong."
"I know him. He wrote "The Origin of History,"" Griffith responded. "Even if the gentlemen of the Confederacy are frightened, Danton will make them brave again."
"Don't say that, there are still many brave and wise people in the Confederacy," Sonia introduced another person with some reverence, "That was a wise man who wrote "The Social Contract."
Griffith glanced in the direction indicated by the girl and found that this great wise man was very happy because the Duke of the South was talking to him.
"Isn't this just a nouveau riche?" Griffith shook his head. "While advocating republic and equality, he is showing off his knowledge because the Duke changed the direction of his walk. He is dissatisfied and criticizes just because he is not one of them.
one."
If the gentlemen of the Confederacy are all this kind of thing, how can they be expected to resist the noble Lord of Byjeland?
"Don't say that," Sonia said softly, "It would be great if there was no war and no cruel things that are about to happen."
She couldn't keep whispering to her knight, so her big sky-blue eyes fell on the people around her, saying hello to the colorful celebrities.
Countess Elena spent a week making the entire Beyeland social circle clamor for the marriage. Consul Chalon asked the military elders to propose a bill to prepare more troops and troops for Griffith.
Extraordinary, let him fight the first battle with Commodus without the supervision of the legion commander!
No matter how the other consul Tiberion favored his son of prophecy, the Senate passed a resolution and allocated to Griffith the best new army, equipped with flintlocks, cannons, and storm squadrons.
There are many well-trained old troops waiting. They will board the ship in the near future and go to the southern provinces to gather and wait for dispatch.
Who would dislike having too many cards in their hand? This is the sacrifice of the chosen one, and the winner will summon a miracle.
Sequence 4 psychic "Foresight" Gryffindor, Sequence 4 demon hunter "Guardian of Order" Ms. Edina Lightblade have made it clear that they will support the flag captain and send reliable demon hunters, including another
Erza Valkyrie, Hand of a God.
In this way, although Sonia was initially prepared to threaten her family with the idea of marrying Griffith to provide support, I don't know what happened during the discussion. Griffith suddenly had a large group of allies.
The dinner party began.
The clouds of war hung over Beyeland, and the Confederate ambassador was invited to meet with the Senate for final negotiations.
This was the last chance to avoid a full-scale civil war. Both sides seemed to be doing their best. Byeran invited all his friends and gave them the best hospitality. The gray-haired Archon Tiberion raised his wand and said to
Here are the toasts from all the dignitaries here:
“Through this meeting we hope that the gentlemen of the Confederacy will understand—
"What magic gives us will transcend this skin. Picking up a few shells on the shore of the mysterious sea of knowledge will be so bright and happy.
"Our future is the golden age of magical civilization!
"Let us call for peace and embrace the future with peace. This is the responsibility of our generation."
The principal really pinned all his hopes on magic, hoping that Aaron would come with a miracle and make everything better... Griffith regretfully looked at the Magic Supreme on the observation deck.
"Lord Tiberion," shouted the great men present, "please tell us when the miracle will come."
"Let's keep some little secrets," the demigod said, like a naughty child, kind and amiable, and there was no sign that he was worried about the next situation. "We have gone through a hard day, at least, let's enjoy delicious food at night.
and spend time in joy.”
The gorgeously dressed Confederate representatives were sitting upright, with serious or nervous expressions on their faces.
In front of them are pearl-like caviar, emerald oysters and Iberian ham, all delicacies sent from all over the world.
"Uh-huh," Lord Osidis, a member of the Arcane Council sitting at the same table, took a bite, "The fish from the West Sea is so delicious that it can melt your bones.
"Sadly, the habitats of these cute little fish are being eroded horribly, steam engines called 'industry' are making our throats uncomfortable with soot, and sewage from indigo and paper mills is dyeing our world,"
If we can calm down and slow down, we can clearly see the golden age guided by Lord Tiberion.
"There, we have pure air, streams, fields and poetry, away from the noise and ugliness, wouldn't it be nice?"
Griffith put down the knife and fork he had just picked up. No one spoke.
The meeting during the day was a closed-door meeting between high-level officials and representatives of the Confederacy. The results have not yet been released. Sequence 5 "Mysterious Lord" Osidis has already told everyone the results through actions.
"No offense intended, distinguished lords."
Danton stood up, and the Confederate representative beside him stretched out his hand to pull, but did not hold on.
"Fellow wizards and gentlemen," Danton said, "you yearn for tranquility, but the people need industry.
"I understand that you hate steam engines, steamships, coal and dyes, because men don't need the products of factories, but factories pollute their air.
"But ordinary people need it.
"Those who cannot become Extraordinary, those who farm in the countryside, those who wash and clean for you, and those who carry luggage at the port, need cheap meat sausages, sausages made of starch and offal, and linen and cotton clothes.
"They want brown bread, three centimes of brown bread, fried chicken with so much oil that it overflows.
"Caviar, oysters and prime beef are not things they can focus on.
“The poetry and tranquility in your mouth will only feel beautiful to those who do not work in muddy water, are not eaten by blood-sucking insects, and are not bitten by gadflies.
"You praise tranquility and embrace mystery, because whether there is industry or not, you can drink the Pasha's wine.
“But what do ordinary people do with gooseberries?
"What should we do with those ordinary people, ninety-nine percent of the world's population, who are called 'Muggles' and cannot touch the mysteries for the rest of their lives?
"Do they deserve to live in mud and water all their lives?
"They deserve to be chasing a vacationing gentleman for a few pieces of candy and an old piece of clothing.
"They can do without wine, minks, and ham, but do they have to wait until Frost Day for a new pair of socks?
“Should ordinary people die in poverty in tranquility and poetry?
"Do ordinary people deserve to be denied industrial products, just for the beautiful world in the eyes of Lord Osiris?
"That's your paradise, but it's hell for mortals."
Dandong sat back in his seat. For a moment, he felt uncomfortable, so he stood up and left the table.
Griffith put his hand on his sword. He didn't put his hand back on the table until the knights and Beyonders guarding the hall retreated. He looked at Lord Tiberion, and saw that the elder's eyes were full of
No kind smile.
Let's have a civil war.
Yes, if a miracle doesn't happen, there will only be civil war...
After the dinner, all the dignitaries present put on serious expressions and headed to a gladiatorial arena on the seaside.
This is a forbidden place. In ancient times, the rulers of Bijaland let slaves and prisoners of war fight here. The dried blood stains were smeared on the walls and the floor, turning into a filthy darkness.
Lord Tiberion called for his favorite:
"Just now, Mr. Dandong taught us a lot of truth.
"Each of us has the freedom of thought, and our understanding of truth will be somewhat different.
"Come here, Aaron, dear student, the gentlemen of the Confederacy are waiting for you,
"Everyone, once a hand of God is defeated, or the godhead carrying authority is shattered, the power will be distributed among the remaining chosen ones. The proportion of distribution depends on the characteristics of the chosen ones. Aaron,
My lovely student, show us... everyone can't wait."
Griffith's heart suddenly tightened. A sharp crisis swept through his body. He clearly remembered that at the end of the battle in Verona, facing the almost indestructible hybrid body, Aaron was just a magic spell.
It completely shattered it.
Everyone was looking forward to seeing the Children of Prophecy appear in the center of the demonstration venue. However, they only saw hundreds of strong orcs and trolls fully armed appearing in the arena below.
These prisoners of war were on high alert, waiting for humans to fight with them. One of the particularly strong orcs beat his chest:
"I am the Warchief's Blood Warrior,
"Humans, send your warriors to fight me!"
No one answered him.
The almost crazy roar of the wind kept ringing horribly in the valley, and became louder and louder, mixed with meaningful and eerie pauses.
Suddenly, there was a strange scream, which was not at all like the strange sound that the throat of a living creature could make. The towns across the strait were awakened by the scream, and people were in commotion, thinking that they were suffering from nightmares.
This scream was not made by a creature in this world. Griffith clenched his sword tightly and protected Sonia behind him. He caught a glimpse of the big shots around him giving him shields with pale faces. Some of them were shielding themselves.
People were already running outside.
The sound eventually turned into an echo that was a mixture of moans and growls, tearing at the human mind, and even extraordinary beings could not bear it.
Aaron appeared. He appeared at the other end of the arena, wearing a robe, holding a wand, and pointed at the Blood Warrior.
"Bang!"
The blood warrior who was shouting and yelling was beaten into a ball of bloody water.
Aaron's attack abilities include a beam of light formed by an intense flash of light. Creatures hit are instantly shattered.
"Childish demonstration," Consul Sharon commented, "We all know that Aaron's attack is very strong. Wizards are all cannons made of glass, this will not scare the Confederacy."
The remaining orcs and trolls immediately launched a frantic attack.
The magic ball deployed next to Aaron will automatically release refraction, constantly jumping between enemies coming to melee. Unlike conventional lightning chains, the damage of refraction will actually double with the bounce. In terms of killing power, the third
This bounce will cause fatal damage to creatures below the mortal level.
Surrounding Aaron were several groups of black mist, and it was difficult to see what was real or false in it. However, all the orcs in the arena immediately went crazy when they approached the black mist, screaming and running without any thought. Once they touched it
The black mist flew away as if it had hit a battlecruiser.
Aaron didn't even need to cast spells and chants. One of his glances was an attack. Even if he stood still, the strong orcs couldn't cut through his shield. He just stood there, tearing apart the prisoners of war in pieces.
This disgusting massacre scared most of the people away. Archon Xia Long shook his head and said to everyone: "The powerful defense created by high-density psychic energy has no technical content."
As soon as he finished speaking, a footman serving at the scene suddenly levitated and floated into the arena.
Immediately afterwards, another large group of mutated monsters poured out from the exit and rushed towards Aaron together with the remaining prisoners of war.
"Praise to our believers."
The ordinary manservant swelled up in the blink of an eye, becoming taller and more majestic than a legion centurion, with a solid psychic shield added to his body.
"attack."
Aaron ordered.
I saw the manservant picking up two wooden sticks and instantly enchanting them with hot lava-like fire. He roared wildly, rushed into the monsters like a hurricane, and harvested them like a windmill.
As the demonstration continues, Aaron has the ability to grant psychic enhancements to mortals, which can instantly turn them into terrifying killing machines. He can even set up a psychic stance on the battlefield and jump friendly troops to the stance.
If he strengthens low-level wizards and extraordinary people, he can allow them to create small black hole-like explosive whirlpools that shatter the enemy into pieces, or have a city wall-like shield to penetrate defenses. With his blessing, low-level wizards can
Release a lightning storm of supernatural wizards.
His attacks are terrifying and his defenses are almost impenetrable, but most importantly, as long as he is willing to give psychic praise, he can instantly create terrifying warriors.
He alone is an army.
Griffith silently stared at the terrifying Son of Prophecy, then turned to look at the Confederate representatives attending the meeting, and saw that their faces were full of solemnity. Aaron's attack and defense were almost a restraint plan for the new Confederate army.
Archon Charles turned to his friends in embarrassment and said:
"Tiberion told me that the Children of Prophecy would bring balance between light and darkness.
"I don't think he made it clear. I think what he meant was,
"Kill both the light and dark sides, and the world will be balanced."