goddess of revolution

Chapter 1187 Luo Luo is not a man and Heim is not Heim
In the new high tower behind the royal palace in Tros, the capital of the Holy Will Empire, Romulus walked into the secret room on the highest floor under the guidance of Greta and Galathion.

The secret room is very wide, and on the round platform in the center is a portal, the last figure has just submerged in the rippling light waves of the portal.The red light of the magic rune on the door frame is always bright, indicating that the magic impact of the portal has reached its limit, and it must cool down for a while.

The arcanist next to the portal waved his hand to spread out the light curtain, and in the dark hall, the black dragon Mirabos said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, we have arrived safely."

Romulus nodded, but there was no joy on his face.He looked at the portal, and his tone was extremely gloomy: "With the portal supported by the Red Federation, the entire empire can only transmit 7000 people a day. We have not been allocated a separate territory in the New World, and we can only gain a foothold in the wilderness. has no meaning?"

White Dragon Princess Jia Laxien said eagerly: "At least it's a refuge, we can still... South Mountain Uprising!"

Greta sighed: "Nanshan is a place to pick chrysanthemums, not a refuge."

She also persuaded: "Your Majesty, the greater significance of moving the population to the New World is to allow His Majesty Bahamut to recognize our empire, which is much better than us completely taking shelter of the Red Federation."

Romulus waved his hand and said, "I know this very well. This kind of acknowledgment is not something to be proud of. It's just to ask for the mercy of the Platinum Dragon God."

He nodded to the Arcanist, and the scene in the light curtain unfolded by the Arcanist changed, and it was a vast and green mountains, rivers and lakes.

The field of vision quickly narrowed, stopped over a bend in the river, and could see a town that had just taken shape. There were several buildings built with instant stones and metal skeletons, and several huge mechanical arms were busy.

Except for the infrastructure personnel in the town, only groups of teenagers and old people were seen.Young men and women wore uniform uniforms, chanting chant, led by their instructors, busy like a tug-of-war by the river.

The barrier tower with a height of [-] meters in the center of the town should be the only building that is nearing completion, and the protective barrier has not yet been rolled out.A red flag flutters in the wind on the top of the tower, and the golden smiling sun and five pentagrams in the upper left corner of the flag are extremely clear.

"Look at Li Qi and the others..."

Romulus' tone gradually became firm: "They are only going to send the elderly and children to the New World, and they are slower than us."

"What does this mean?"

"This shows that His Royal Highness Qili did not deceive me..."

"Not only do they only regard the New World as a refuge, but they don't pay much attention to it, and their input is very limited."

"Most of their power is put on how to defeat the goddess of order and prevent her from destroying the old continent."

He flipped the gray and black cloak behind him, turned around and left: "I'm not going to the New World! I'll stay in Tros!"

Galathion shouted in disappointment and surprise: "Your Majesty!? Then I..."

Romulus didn't look back and didn't stop: "As my representative, go to the Platinum Dragon Palace to manage our people. If you want to return to your group or go to your ancestors, I will not stop you."

Garathion stamped his feet: "How could I betray you, Your Majesty!? I just... just..."

Greta next to him chuckled lowly: "Stop talking, if you want to prove your loyalty, just listen to His Majesty honestly and go to the Platinum Dragon Hall to do your own thing."

At this time, the portal made a ding-dong sound, and the rune changed from a steady red light to a flashing blue light, indicating that it was working normally.

Galathion looked at the rippling light waves from the portal again, and then at Romulus' back, biting his lips: "I will be loyal to His Majesty, Greta, how about you?"

Greta shrugged and turned around, and said as she walked, "Mirabhos is over there, there is no need for me to go there, I am here to serve His Majesty."

Jia Laxien was so angry that he wanted to jump, and the arcanist next to him urged: "Your Highness, your level is too high, you can complete the cooling down earlier by going there earlier."

Princess Bailong was entangled and reluctantly stepped into the light curtain. After the light wave stopped turbulent, the door frame lit up with red light again.

In the spiral staircase of the tower, Romulus told Greta: "Your Majesty Ranna's matter, you have full authority to connect with him on my behalf. The bottom line is... there is no bottom line, you can handle it yourself. His dark moon legend network can send us all kinds of resources we need."

Greta asked: "The conflict with the adventurer Ang Lai can be ignored? Will this put unnecessary pressure on His Majesty?"

Romulus smiled lowly, like a sneer or a wry smile: "I don't care so much at this time, and I allow the adventurer Anglai to operate in the empire, which is already a big concession."

"I don't know how likely an extraordinary person will become a crimson believer once he becomes a user of Anglai?"

"From the adventurer commune to the present, how many talents have we sent to the Red Federation?"

"Five thousand? Fifty thousand? No, at least 15!"

"The Red Federation gave us a lot of equipment, supplies and materials, but the Red Federation themselves said that talents are the most precious."

"And now their assistance has also slowed down. Constantine said that they also encountered difficulties. I know he is not lying."

"Then I'll be self-reliant, Qili... No, does Li Qi still have the position to criticize me?"

Greta sighed: "In fact, if His Majesty agrees, they can help the empire arm an army of dozens of legions."

Romulus spread his hands: "And then? With the flag of the smiling sun raised, don't the king and the gods sing, and a million troops rush into Tros and hang me from the street lamp?"

"It's not my worry. Even the old friend of the Red Federation, Ketingsi, advised me like that. I can't sign the friendship treaty with Qi Liti."

Greta was stunned: "It's no wonder His Royal Highness Qili seldom contacted His Majesty recently. When His Majesty rejected her, was it very unhappy?"

Romulus shook his head: "That's not true. She knows me well and knows that I will not accept this treaty, and that call..."

He stopped in his tracks, looked through the window, and looked at the distant sky: "It's actually quite pleasant, and I don't know her true identity until now."

Greta didn't speak tactfully, but her eyes were filled with anticipation.

She knew the answer, but she knew too much to be sure which was true.

Regarding Qili's identity, there have been many conflicting news from the Red Federation before, but the Red Federation officials and Qili herself have not responded.

It now appears that at least Romulus responded.

The corners of Romulus' mouth were slightly raised, and he sighed: "So, I still can't get rid of the haze of that guy Li Qi."

Greta suddenly realized that the rumored little Qili existed, and the big and small Qili were alone, and they were also Li Qi's older sister or younger sister.

Realizing that he had talked too much, Romulus coughed lightly, gathered his cloak and continued down the stairs.

He changed into a cold tone: "Today I will do the ninth fusion, you go to prepare."

Greta's expression changed drastically, and she whispered: "Your Majesty must not!"

"The eighth fusion has not been successful..."

Before he finished speaking, the space suddenly became dark, and the air became much stagnant.

Romulus's body cracked loudly and gradually rose to over three meters. It was not the kind of majestic and burly physique shown before, but wasp-backed and extremely vigorous.

The cloak swelled, and the wing bones popped out from Romulos' back and stretched, and the bones were filled with gray and white light, making the space stretch and twist.

Romulus turned his head, his original blond hair and even his eyebrows were gone, and he was as radiant as a light bulb.

What followed, even without the beard and hair, took Greta's breath away.

It was a handsome... no, it should be said to be a coquettish and charming face. The facial features were carved by the hands of a beauty god, and then softened by time and flowing water.In the dark abyss-like pupils, dots of white light merged into a vortex, slowly turning like a nebula.

"It has been successful..."

Romulus said in an ethereal and inhuman voice: "The angel reborn with the bones of the demigod angel has already absorbed it."

Greta closed her eyes, suppressed her urge to transform into Romulus's arms, and said with difficulty: "This is still very dangerous. We calculated together, Your Majesty, the chance of success is less than one in ten."

"I'm willing to bet one percent," Romulus said. "There's no time left. I absolutely don't want to sit helplessly on the throne and wait for someone to rescue me when the goddess of order destroys the world."

"I know what that moment means..."

"If the gods come to save me, it means that I will no longer be a mortal, and I will become a puppet of the gods. What I swore to protect will also be completely lost."

"If Qi... Chilian comes to save me, it means that everything I insisted on in the past is meaningless. I, Romulus Heather Tudor, will lose everything that this name represents."

"I must have power, myself, those I guard, those who follow me, must be saved by me."

Greta was silent for a moment, bowed her head and said, "I'll go get ready."

Romulus nodded, and the gray light spewed out, returning to normal state.

After leaving the tower, the two were about to separate when Greta suddenly said, "Don't your majesty go to see Twins?"

Romulus was stunned, and just about to say something, Greta said again: "Twins is not the weak little girl she used to be. Maybe she has a way to help His Majesty increase the chance of success."

Romulus shook his head subconsciously, and then realized something.

Greta broke his heart: "Even if you don't tell her, you should do something."

"If the fusion fails and His Majesty does not survive, there is no need for this empire to exist anymore, and Twins will not live alone."

"unless……"

"It didn't work before, but it's different now. Your Majesty can try it. Let's just call it a gamble."

Romulus hummed, and turned to walk towards the Queen's bedroom.

Watching the back of Romulus go away, Greta sent a message to someone with her personal assistant.

"Luo Luo has made up his mind, and he will attack the ninth fusion immediately. You said that you can help, and now is the time."

………………

In the center of the New Continent, in the Platinum Dragon Palace, a white-haired girl walked out of the portal directly connected with various regions in the New Continent.

She tried her best to suppress her breath, bent her body, and walked towards the corner of the hall.

A few golden dragons hovered in mid-air, and they sensed the aura of the same kind but different race, and their blood was not considered noble.

Seeing clearly that it was a white dragon, the golden dragons let out a cold snort of disdain, and left shaking their wings.

Bailong let out a foul breath, and continued to walk towards the area where his own people were.

The Platinum Dragon Palace is the headquarters of the "Platinum Alliance of Finn's Salvation". Members of the various forces in the alliance have dispatched their own staff to communicate with each other and support the relocation of their own forces.

In addition, there is another important task, which is to adjust the sub-plane mask of the New World, so that this sub-plane can withstand the devastating blow of the goddess of order to the main plane.

In the past, this work had to be done by the gods or at least the demigod casters themselves, but relying on the source magic field fluctuation theory given by Chilian and Hathaway's magic particles, now the gods and demigods only need to formulate rules, Build the frame.Specific work can be given to lower-level, but more numerous spellcasters.

So the Platinum Dragon Hall was full of magisters from the Red Federation, magicians from the Dawn Empire and the Free Magic Alliance.And some other small forces, although not qualified enough to participate in the formulation of the rules, are still allowed to check the progress of the work to ensure that all parties do not plant targeted backdoors in the sub-mask.As the first generation of justice, goodness and light, Bahamut is very impartial.

Since there are technical personnel, there are security personnel.

In addition to Jinlong, each faction also sent its own guards.

The White Dragon Princess Jia Laxien came under this name. The White Dragon God and the patriarch, that is, her father, have all returned to the dragon's nest here. Ross signed a contract with the Dragon Knight, and if he didn't, he couldn't return to his family, so he was naturally afraid of bumping into his own kind.

As she was walking in a hurry, she was suddenly blocked by a cold and stinging light shield. The feeling that made her soul numb, with the pain and joy she had not seen for a long time, made her pleasantly surprised.

"Sardar!?"

She screamed, and sure enough, the armored warrior not far away flipped off his mask, revealing an ordinary middle-aged man's face.

"Jia, Jia..."

Sardar pointed at her, as if he saw someone he knew but couldn't name him.

"Sure enough, a lowly human like you doesn't deserve to remember my name!"

Jia Laxien folded his arms and gritted his teeth, saying bitterly, preventing the strong sense of loss and frustration from flowing out of his arms.

"Princess White Dragon..."

Sardar didn't bother digging out his memory with the Void Spirit, and said seriously, "What are you doing here? Your name isn't on the list over there."

Jia Laxien snorted: "Is this the Platinum Dragon Palace or the Crimson Temple? Who do we send here, do we still need your approval?"

Sardar shook his head: "Of course not, but it needs to be notified, Chapter 6 of the "Alliance Agreement", Article [-] of "Rules on Getting Along with Members within the Alliance"..."

"OK OK!"

Jia Laxien interrupted irritably: "You are still only a guard until now, that's why!"

Sardar grinned and said, "This is exactly the result of my hard work. How do you know me so well?"

Just as Garathion rolled his eyes, his face darkened: "As a competent guard, I'm sorry I can't let you pass."

Jia Laxien was so angry that he raised his fist and punched the past: "What have you done to me, and now you are still embarrassing me, you, do you have a conscience!"

The golden dragon in mid-air looked towards this side. In the thousand-meter-high, cloud-shrouded dome of the Dragon Palace, there was a supreme thought cast down, which made the two people who were pounding the other block suddenly freeze into sculptures.

The "sculpture" of Princess White Dragon lost its balance and slowly fell into Sardar's arms, but Sardar seemed to be happy to see this and did not stop him.

It wasn't that there was any tacit understanding between them, nor was it the thoughts cast that fixed them.

Rather, the hall was trembling, such as the Platinum Dragon Hall in the giant Titan hall, which was actually trembling, and puffs of smoke and dust were emitted from the wall.

On the dome of the Dragon Palace, that small thought has just been cast, and the vast divine thought of the same origin is talking with another god.

"Your Majesty Sebeni, what is the significance of such a... strange thing?"

The Goddess of Life responded: "I want to see whether only the path of Ms. Chi Hong can realize the unity of man and God at the level of life and break through the barrier between gods and mortals."

Bahamut revealed the truth: "It is because of the new presentation of the priesthood of life on the side of Lady Scarlet, that the life form of mortals has expanded to the level of gods, which makes you unwilling to lag behind, hoping to create something that can rival the gods, but Have a new life with mortal roots again?"

Sebeni is also polite: "Evolution is the inherent nature of life. I have not brought out the priesthood of reproduction and reproduction, and the root of life is no longer exclusive, so it is only natural to carry forward evolution as my new priesthood. .”

Bahamut sighed: "There is evolution in the scarlet god system, you will have evolution, what will the new world look like?"

Sebeni said: "Whether it will succeed or not is uncertain, it depends on whether His Majesty really supports it. Besides, isn't this new continent just a laboratory, or even an incubator? The new world belongs only to the eternal order."

Bahamut groaned, and a ray of divine sense was also staring at Garathion and Sardar. It was strange that a female white dragon who had signed a dragon knight contract with the person chosen by the gods would actually follow him. Another man flirts.

At this moment, the mind froze.

At this time, the Platinum Dragon Palace began to tremble. To be precise, it was the entire New World plane that trembled.

Bahamut and Sebeni subconsciously projected their spiritual thoughts, trying to see what was going on.

Before the Divine Sense had released the sub-level mask, the vast Divine Voice was transmitted from the top of Fern, which is Heavenly Mountain.

"Bahamut, thank you for gathering the essence of the old world here..."

"You should understand that all life, all souls that exist here are a major threat to the eternal order..."

"For the sake of eternal order, I would not even hesitate to give up myself, so how could I allow such variables to exist..."

Only by sitting on the top of Heavenly Mountain can such a divine voice be conveyed to the whole world. Bahamut was so shocked that his divine sense froze for a moment.

A wisp of his divine sense broke through the ice with difficulty, and he questioned with grief and indignation: "I thought there should be a tacit understanding between us."

The divine voice was still lingering, and the divine thoughts reached Bahamut: "As Haim, I have a tacit understanding with you..."

"But I'm not just Haim..."

"Sorry, Bahamut..."

"The mission of your return is actually to promote my eternal order..."

As the divine thoughts clashed, the divine voice still caused ripples in the sky.

Afterwards, cracks appeared, and then turned into billions of golden thunders, devouring the entire sky.

Under the stalwart and boundless divine power, the sub-mask of the New World crashed into pieces.

Amidst the golden light, a pillar of black energy blasted down violently, right on the platinum dragon hall, supporting the platinum keel of the golden dragon barrier.

(End of this chapter)