goddess of revolution

Chapter 1105 Your sacrifice is necessary, and a monument will be erected for you
The liveliness of the flagship castle lasted until the early morning. In the lower part of the "Sky Viewing Room", which looked like an upside-down pot and bowl, the lights were bright and did not go out until morning.

The banquet was co-hosted by the court of the Dawn Empire, the government offices, and the Holy See of Order, under the name of "Farewell to the Expedition of the Imperial Fleet" and "Reward the Outstanding Contributors to the Creation of the Fleet".

Those who are eligible to attend the banquet are mainly nobles who incorporated their private warships into the fleet, magic workshop owners who built warships and provided important equipment components, and businessmen who made significant contributions in terms of capital and logistics.

These people have different identities, but apart from their noble status, they also have one important commonality. They are all high-level extraordinary people, most of them are at the hero level, and there are even more than a dozen legends.

The banquet last night was just the prelude to the "Expedition Ceremony". According to the schedule, they will welcome more distinguished guests today, that is, the Emperor of the Empire and the two bishops of the Holy See of Order.

Here, the emperor and the bishop issued certificates of thanks and blessings from the goddess to everyone, while admiring a grand "ceremony".What kind of ceremony it is, the order priests in charge of organizing the event did not say, but everyone knows what it will be, and the Duke of Soul Refining came for this ceremony.

Such a thing is indeed a bit... unbearable, but it is definitely not an evil sacrifice, but a necessary sacrifice for the world of Fein, for the eternal order, for the empire, and for their better future.

As the organizer of the event, in order to do a good job in hospitality, Mosmoot did not hesitate to suspend the construction of several berths, urgently dispatched a number of extraordinary people, and transformed the flagship castle into a super-sized hotel within four or five days, with more than 200 sets Deluxe rooms are big enough to accommodate all guests.

Wait, this seems a little problematic. There are more than 400 guests, so two hundred sets should not be enough, right?
It doesn't matter, this kind of banquet is just an opportunity for everyone to exchange feelings and deepen understanding.The guest rooms are not for sleeping, but for socializing.

Except for the preferential treatment given to legends, bishops, and big figures above the earl, who have fixed suites, the rest of the rooms are public.Whoever enters the fellowship first will own the suite.Of course, if you have a more open mind, you don't need to close the door, men and women can come in and out freely, and the number of men and women can be matched freely, and the number of people can be expanded as needed.

The clerics of order repeatedly emphasized that this is the day of pure sublimation, and you don't have to worry about restoring the obscene tradition of Ms. Joy of the previous generation, thereby offending the goddess of order who is very sensitive in this regard.

To add to the fun, Mosmoot brought in many sincere tears.This dark red juice is definitely not the chaste blood of the past, it is only used to add to various wines to make the wine more mellow and make the drinker happier.Since the establishment of the empire and things like chaste blood were banned, this kind of thing has long been regarded as a substitute for chaste blood by the aristocratic circle, and has become a must-have addition to the banquet.

Such an opportunity is really rare, and it is no wonder that the room was full of shouts and lasted all night.Some men and women who opened up too thoroughly even practiced directly in the hall.

The warships outside the crystal wall moved like a school of fish, giving way to a spacious passage, and the sun shone down in large swaths, reflecting the crystal-clear bodies of those bodies covered with turbid liquid in the hall.

"Hurry up! His Majesty the Emperor and the Cardinal are coming!"

Mosmoot rubbed his sore forehead and patrolled the hall. Seeing this scene, he was so frightened that he quickly greeted his subordinates.

Licking those bumpy bodies with his eyes, Mosmut secretly noted down the new candidate.Last night, those female nobles and female magicians were so comfortable serving them, even the Countess!How could I have been treated like this in the past?

Originally, I wanted to test Rowenna, but Hathaway couldn't afford it by herself. Now that her value is different, Rowenna must have a chance.

Unfortunately, Rowenna left last night without saying hello to herself.What's wrong with that woman's brain?I don't know if His Majesty the Emperor is coming today?

The sunlight entering the hall was blocked again, interrupting Mosmut's thoughts.

It was a giant ship intertwined with snow white and bright gold, which was completely different from ordinary warships. It was the Prince Familia, the flagship of the Imperial Fleet, which had just been completed.His Majesty the Emperor and the two cardinals are on there, escorted by the fleet commander Charbonne, and they are about to arrive at the flagship fort.

Now the flagship castle is well-deserved...

Mosmoot straightened his chest subconsciously, and another wave of regret flowed through his heart.

That guy Sibner definitely didn't want to see himself who was about to replace him, so he turned down the position of fleet vice-commander and went to partner with another vice-commander, Phillips, to engage in the "Northern Passage Battle", which was nothing more than " An alternative to the Flagship Fort Project.

Now, it is no longer Simbner who leads the fleet to attack the Heart of Silver Moon with Chaboni, but Mosmoot.

That's right, he is now the deputy commander of the Imperial Fleet, and he didn't tell Zold last night because he was afraid of irritating him.

Wait what about Zold?

It was only at this moment that Mosmoot remembered his "close friend" and was about to use the communication ring to call, when the communication from the Prince Familia had already vibrated his magic phone.

The Minister of War and Fleet Admiral Chaboni entered the hall under the guard of a group of Hands of Order, sniffed, his face wrinkled into a plateau.

Mosmut asked expectantly: "Your Majesty still..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chaboni waved his hand and stopped him: "Now prepare for the battle, my people will take over this floating city, you just..."

Chaboni looked at him with strange eyes, and said in a strange tone: "Take a good rest."

Mosmoot was stunned: "Your Majesty... Well, if your Majesty and the bishop can't come, I'm also the deputy commander?"

Arrested into the room by the hand of order, he knocked on the door and shouted: "I am the deputy commander! I want to see the prime minister! I want to see the bishop!"

After knocking for a while, the hand of order outside the door did not respond, and he spat.

Leaving aside that he is a legend, this flagship castle is his own!Chaboni, you take over as soon as you say, who do you think you are?

He took out his mobile phone to contact his subordinates, when a strange wave passed by, and another invisible barrier descended, making him feel as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head.

This is a legendary-level suppression barrier, which not only cuts off communication and teleportation, but also greatly weakens the legendary power!

Recalling that the people from the Holy See of Order and the Temple of Commerce had long been tinkering in the control center of the flagship fort, Mosmoot fell into the abyss with a heart.

What is Charbonne going to do! ?

He knocked on the door again, and even smashed it with his hands. This time, he shouted louder and more sincerely: "I am the deputy commander! I am the owner of the flagship castle! I have made great contributions to the empire, let me out quickly! "

Unfortunately, the entire room was sealed by the hand of order, and Mosmut couldn't do anything except smash ripples on the transparent barrier.

In the hall, the legendary wizard Eldhiros handed a list to Chaboni.

After a rough scan, Chaboni frowned: "Several legends are not there..."

The wizard said lightly: "After all, it is a legend. If there are too many traces, they will be vigilant. Of course, it is also possible that they have already seen the traces, so they ran away."

Chaboni frowned deeper: "When the matter is over, don't these people want to have a dissatisfaction with the empire?"

The wizard shook his head: "So I didn't stop it, and when the success is complete, Her Majesty the Goddess will forever occupy the top of Heavenly Mountain, and the eternal order will come, and they dare not have any dissent."

Chaboni nodded, and then asked worriedly: "Is that enough?"

The wizard nodded: "Of course..."

Chaboni breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's start..."

Before they finished speaking, a small firework lit up in the corners of their eyes.

That was the movement from the slipway of Fleet City Canyon through the crystal wall.

The two leaned together to the crystal wall to look down, and another group, another group, one after another, fireworks rose from the berth, like sparks on the grassland.

"Sure enough, the Chilian has made a move..."

Chaboni snorted, "But they didn't guess what the Flagship Fort project is all about, let them mess around with the people below, let's act quickly."

The flagship fort rose slowly, and after a while passed through the barrier of Fleet City, the battleships gathered around also adjusted their formation and rose together.

Looking up from the berth, the sky opens up a little bit.

"I think...they shouldn't be scared away by us."

Beside a certain slipway that was already on fire, the halfling Rashael murmured suspiciously.

Fleet City has become a mess, and countless workers are burning the slipways. This is a resistance action organized by all slipways overnight.

Since confirming last night that Fleet City has been tightly sealed and what the Wizard Governor came here for, the struggle has changed from asking the workshop owner for the compensation he deserves to defending his life and even his soul.

Even the most cowardly person did not back down at that time, and all the berth representatives agreed to organize the workers to resist overnight.As Mentor Drizzt said, there is no way for them to retreat.

But how to resist, everyone has no idea.The soldier who had been a slave laborer confided the truth, saying that he was actually an agent of the Red Federation Intelligence Bureau. Many troops of the Red Federation, including the Floating Fleet, had arrived near Fleet City and were willing to do their best to rescue everyone.

At this time, no one questioned the intentions of the Chilian, and even Rashael couldn't care less about emphasizing that he did not accept the belief of the Chilian, so he saved his life first.

According to the situation explained by the agent, the "Fleet City Shipway Guild" negotiated a plan of action with Instructor Drizzt.

The workers caused riots throughout the city, and at the same time covered the Red Federation agents to destroy the slipway. At this time, the Imperial Local Army, which was blocked on the periphery, had to march towards Fleet City, preparing to suppress it.

The workers are not supernatural beings, they can only do these things, and the Red Federation has to rely on the rest.

The red federation armed forces from the Forgotten Forest will take the opportunity to launch an attack on the local legions and completely disintegrate these low-strength troops.

Immediately afterwards, the main fleet of the Red Federation will advance towards Fleet City from the south to attract the imperial fleet.At the same time, another elite small fleet will raid the flagship fort from the west, deal with the wizard governor and Mosmut, and destroy the corresponding devices at the same time to prevent them from refining their souls.

At the same time as the battle, the Red Federation sent marines to escort the engineering personnel down, and urgently built a shelter in Fleet City.Fleet City has become a battlefield, and the artillery fire of the battleship is very terrifying. At this time, fleeing abroad is death.The Red Federation also had no strength to send away more than [-] people while fighting the imperial fleet, so they could only let the workers hide first.

According to the information obtained by the Red Federation Intelligence Bureau and the workers, the "ceremony" to be held in the flagship fort will not officially start until later today, and they still have time.

That's why Rachel was very surprised. Now that the flagship fortress has gone up with the fleet, did that wizard give up refining his soul?

Then he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the flagship castle was suddenly covered by a layer of blood-red light, which rolled like real blood, which was extremely dazzling, and the canyon and sky became bright red with the reflection.

On the flagship castle, in a room covered by a special barrier, a large handful of space stones in Mosmoot's hands were emitting a glistening white light.

He is a legendary magician, even if he is trapped by layers of barriers, he still has a way to escape.He is also ready at any time, although the cost is very high, not only will it consume a lot of expensive space stones, but the body and soul damage caused by the forced teleportation will also be very serious.

But that was nothing compared to some of the things he had a hunch.

Seeing that the space stone was moving the space to build a transmission channel under the urging of magic power, the soul was suddenly pulled violently by a strange force, and the white light suddenly dissipated.

Mosmoot swayed and knelt on the ground, his eyes were out of focus and he murmured, "What... what's going on?"

After he finished speaking, he spat out a big mouthful of blood, and then his seven orifices overflowed. The strange thing was that the blood didn't land on the ground, but turned into a bloody mist, which seeped back into his body.

The blood water kept overflowing, and the blood mist kept seeping in. Mosmut's body trembled violently. After a while, wisps of faint white light squeezed out of his body, condensed into a translucent figure, and then wrapped in the blood mist.

"no no--!"

It was Mosmut's soul, rising up in the blood mist. He struggled violently, but only let out a mournful cry, and then his body crashed to the ground without a sound.

At the same time, in other rooms, nobles, magicians and merchants were struggling together.The translucent figures were wrapped in blood mist and pulled out abruptly from their bodies.

"all the best……"

In the hall, the light in the wizard's eyes burned like real fireworks, saying so to Chaboni.

Chaboni folded his arms, watched the powerful souls pouring into the bloody barrier covering the flagship castle outside the crystal wall, and nodded in satisfaction.

"What are the souls of 20 civilians? The teleportation cannot be activated at all."

"These four hundred extraordinary souls, any one of them, is worth tens of thousands of civilians. Only this kind of power can transport this floating city and the entire fleet."

Chaboni said leisurely: "They should sacrifice for the empire. We will remember them. After everything is over and the eternal order comes, we will erect a monument for these people."

The wizard chuckled: "The souls of these people are at least equivalent to 200 million civilians, and from my standpoint, I would rather smelt them than weak and helpless civilians."

"You are the knife used by Her Majesty the Goddess to deal with the souls of mortals. The Empire will not treat you badly. Of course we are not qualified to say this." Chaboni said, "Who made you a wizard who is not a believer of the Goddess? What about the oracle?"

Outside the crystal wall, the blood color gradually darkened until it was as deep as paint.

When the black barrier expanded outwards to cover the battleships, the wizard let out a sigh of relief: "My affairs are almost over, and now we will see the progress of Her Majesty Elsa's side."

Deep in the center of the flagship fort, several Tektronix cores emit terrifying waves that distort space.

"whispering sound……"

Ginny, the business saint, smacked her lips and concealed her shock with a disdainful tone: "The Goddess of Order doesn't sacrifice civilians, but nobles, magicians, and people from our side."

Luoxifusi also had a shocked face, and sighed after hearing the words: "Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago. Even if there are 20 civilians, such souls will not have much power when gathered together. The purpose of calling hundreds of high-level extraordinary people here is not good. Is this the one?"

Ginny snorted, "Fortunately, I didn't drink any sincere tears. That terrible wizard must have tampered with it, so even the legend didn't escape."

"All right……"

Seeing the gray and black smoke barrier that had covered hundreds of battleships in the light curtain, Losefors patted Ginny on the shoulder: "Now it's our side."

Hathaway's voice sounded from a certain Tektronix core: "Sure enough, I expected it a long time ago. I hope the final result can be worthy of such a price."

Hathaway said again in a deep voice: "Ms. Dark Moon is also ready, just waiting for Her Majesty Elsa to activate."

Ginny nodded, came to the Tek core in the center, slowly stretched out her hand to hold the core, and closed her eyes.

Just as she was about to move, she opened her eyes again and stretched out her other hand to Losevus.

Luo Xifusi held her hand with a smile, she smiled reassuringly, and closed her eyes again.

Ginny's body shook, and golden light overflowed from her body, pouring into the core continuously.

The entire space shakes suddenly, and all the images seem to be pulled out of the original structure, and the lines, light and colors are all mixed together.

This is a sign of entering the subspace. Ordinary teleportation can hardly be seen because the entry and exit of the subspace is very fast, but the scale of this kind of teleportation is too large right now, and this situation will last for a long time.

"His Majesty……"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Are you ready? Can I leave?"

"His Majesty!?"

After an unknown amount of time, Ginny suddenly murmured, as if she had already asked the question in her heart.

Her voice was getting higher and higher: "Your Majesty!?"

Without any response, she turned her head to look at the man holding her hand with difficulty: "Loshiphus!?"

Luoxifusi looked at her quietly, watching the golden light overflow from her body, fluttering like fireworks, making her like a human-shaped torch.

Then he slowly and firmly withdrew his hand.

He said to the beautiful girl whose body froze suddenly and her pupils dilated, "Ginny, it's time for you to sacrifice everything, including your soul, to our Lord. You are a saint, and this is your mission."

"Do not--!"

Ginny yelled, twisting her body frantically, trying to pull her hand back, but her hand stuck to the core and remained motionless.

Then she let out a tragic cry, and the details of her body, including the colorful long hair, dimmed little by little in the golden fireworks until they turned into a human silhouette, and then into a small dragon shape, gradually disappearing.

"Goodbye... Ginny, I actually really like you."

"In order to have a place in the future eternal order, my Lord has to pay a price, and I must accept it."

A strange light flashed in Luoxifusi's eyes, and he said in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)