Black sail

Chapter 561 CXCV. Birthday Celebration (5K)

8 month 25 day.

Because the Corrol Highlands have surrendered to the Eternal Sect, I've risen, the crystal has exploded, what else can I say?

The resistance army assembled by Ubolio is already in name only.

In war, it is not about who is more ruthless, but about who has more money and who has greater industrial power.

These foolish and tragic farces are over.

Of course, Crocodile Island is not a humane place. If I don't exploit the people of Mulong, who will buy the fodder for the many rare beasts and mounts in my manor? Who will pay for the luxury goods ordered by my mistresses?

When fighting the natives on Crocodile Island, they used a dimensionality reduction attack. They didn't care at all that the resistance army was increasing in number. Didn't this make them seem like they were killing faster?
And with the arrival of the Eternal Sect.

Compared with Uporio and Crocodile Island, Zote is simply the representative of the Holy God on earth. Not only do new users receive free food, but the purchasing power of the religious coins earned by old users through their labor is even better than their life before the war. Not to mention that they can have meat for every meal, but they can also have a balanced nutrition of meat, eggs and milk every day.

This time the minimum hourly wage is really ten dollars, and washing dishes has made it onto the Forbes list.

The polarity is reversed and belongs to yes.

Any event must be combined with the background of the times, otherwise there is no point in discussing it. Just like small politics, from the perspective of achievements, it is indeed awesome, but the people only care about the immediate interests. I don’t care whether you are awesome or not, and I don’t care about the same writing system. As long as we have a good life, I can rebel as much as I want in Egypt. Where are you pulling the password? Great, it’s a cryptographer, we are saved. Sir per capita this way, you can say that the second emperor will die in the Ganges.

If the Eternal Sect can compete with the royal court, it must have the sword. If it can't clash with the Aramean treasury, what can I do?

For the emperor, a railway running across the narrow sea from east to west may be just a new project. It is meaningful, but not as significant as imagined. He mentioned it once to show his concern, and it is just a small gamble, nothing more.

As for the current Pope, there are really too many tricks in the royal court, such as telephone booth cameras and even "road trains".

There is no concept of cars in the Western Continent. What they call for are road trains. The industrial zone in the new city of the Imperial Capital is too cool. Theoretically speaking, the highways built by Alan are carefully selected by the nine clans, with seamless horizontal lines. The complex terrain is IT'S FUCKING GAY, and the Alan highway is IT'S FUCKING STRAIGHT.

Not to mention driving a car, they can even drive a supercar with a chassis lower than a prostitute's buttock-revealing shorts. Not to mention connecting every village, they also have the capability to connect every town.

The Pope's news network is the most effective in the world. Lagrande had two fingers removed by Zothe, but he hasn't learned his lesson yet. He wears two fucking prosthetic thumbs and is trying to show off again. He is also preparing to attract investment from nobles across the country to release a road train on September 9th.

Lagrande is a celebrity, so he can't appear in the halftime show. Everyone comes to see Qili and other top musicians, all of whom are beautiful women and handsome men. Who would spoil the fun by being an old man? The only way is to let the champion be the image spokesperson after the martial arts competition is over, and attract a lot of investment.

Who still uses traditional means of transportation? If you want to drive an old Yalan to Sanqi, you have to drive this and screw it on.

The Pope was furious. This is indeed advanced technology. It cannot be labeled as heresy like some arcane spell. It has been taken too far. The train needs the blessing of the Dragon Lord to run. The older generation in Alan may still believe it, and the Royal Institute of Technology is taking the lead. Those young people have already laughed themselves into laughter. What feudal remnants are these?

If the telephone booth and the camera also bless, it will be counterproductive.

The Pope felt that his generation was about to be ruined. In the words of Old Blue Star, he had to go to Coal Hill and find a crooked tree to hang himself on, so that future generations would evaluate him more decently.

But what kind of person is the Pope? He is much more powerful than Fan Foundation, because the Dragon Lord really has dozens or even hundreds of divisions.

When the Five Permanent Members of the Western Continent hold a meeting one day, they will really have to call on the Pope.

The Pope is a persecuted man. He feels that he is getting worse and worse every day. He must make a big move. When all these new technologies come out, the Arameans will no longer be interested in religion. At most, they will come to burn incense occasionally. The rich people who are short of money will donate a few silver coins to buy a bit of luck. So how many games will they play? Who will renew the lights? Who will give the Dragon Lord a carnival? Who will refuel Zhan Yapeng's Mercedes?
He is suffering from paranoia.

The high priests and high priests below are not like that. Even if the Dragon Lord dies one day, you are not kidding? With the size of the Church, hundreds and thousands of years of heritage, real estate, ideology, arbitration, armed forces, it is as stable as the peak of Evgeni! Just take up the sword and go to Luoyang. It’s okay to explode in the Imperial Palace and the usurper king. Can you stop being so crazy, brother!

The Pope refused.

The emperor was a man who never cared about trivial matters. He didn't care if his army conquered another small country one day.

The Pope is just the opposite. He surfs the Internet every day and does intensive self-searching. He wants to check out which bastard in the Adventurer's Guild is sleeping with whom.

After hearing about Lagrande's extraordinary deeds, his paranoia took over. He thought that this person was going to blaspheme the Dragon Lord, knock him to his knees, and destroy the Eternal Sect's thousand-year foundation.

The Pope realized that maybe being a nice guy wasn't going to work anymore.

Looking at the countless religions in the history of the Western Continent, they all became cults because they stopped making money one day, started to take evil paths, and reduced their size to become small or medium-sized groups that were easier to control.

The Holy Spirit Church was simply too large. It had always been a running-around religion decades ago, or even before the ancient era. It was the undisputed leader. Sometimes it might be surpassed by other religions, but they were all technical adjustments, and it would return to the top after one or two generations.

It has been thoroughly integrated into all folk customs of the Western Continent and is closely related to people's lives. It cannot become a cult.

The Eternal Church has the possibility of becoming a cult. It is said to be the state religion of Aram, but in fact there are still many people in the country who still want to celebrate the festivals of the Holy Spirit Church.

The Stargazing Festival was all organized by the Holy Spirit Church.

The paranoia was so extreme, just like when he kidnapped Raglan a while ago. The Emperor had mentioned it himself, and that was a compliment to a famous person. He kidnapped him without hesitation, which was a crazy move. When the Pope searched intensively and found two dragons on the missionary road, he was going to make trouble again.

Good guy.

Who did he send to Beima to find the dragon? It must be the one that disappeared in the East China Sea. Who did Li Site kill? It sounds familiar. Anyway, he must be held accountable. If you can't even handle a dragon, what qualifications do you have to work in the Church?
It’s Marcus who is the Dragon Lord. That’s fine. We can’t hold him responsible.

In short, when Zote brought the news of the dragon disaster in Muron back to the Vatican, the Pope was the first to know about it by going online intensively.

The Pope believed that the missionary movement was very necessary, but such matters were handled by his high priests and other high priests. Such a powerful figure as himself only cared about short-term and quick results, and was too lazy to think about things that took a long time and had slow results.

But now that I'm sleepy, the pillow just happens to appear.

Okay, Emperor, you are awesome for killing dragons, right? Who can't kill a dragon? We must strongly support you. The Pope has personally issued a decree to chop off both of Mulon's dragons and transport them to the imperial capital before the 9th.

Road trains sound very exciting. Looking at the actions of the royal court, it is going to openly solicit investments and let nobles and merchants buy in. The Pope has figured it out.

Wang Ting suffered a loss on the train because he gave some support to the sect. After all, it was the state religion. He allowed it to participate, and even had its own exclusive trains for the sect, and the schedule had to be planned with the participation of charlatans.

Now we have learned to be smart. The way to completely control the industry without breaking off relations with the Vatican is to privatize state-owned assets and directly enter the civilian field. If the Vatican makes decisions on the things of ordinary businessmen, then it is the Vatican that has crossed the line.

It can be seen that as the military government grows stronger and stronger, with the help of the guests in the Akasa Palace, the emperor believes that he can remove the cancer in his lifetime, and he must start cutting it off. He must deal with the Holy See when and how, and the problem is how to minimize the harm and cut it accurately with a scalpel.

This is another move that determines the general direction, and the Pope must also participate.

Happy Birthday to the Eternal Sect! In September, the mainland will hold a martial arts competition. We must show off our muscles. We will give two dragon corpses to the champions. Dragons are full of treasures and are priceless. Don't join the military government, join our Eternal Sect.

If you don't come, it means you are not giving me face, and I will get angry.

Anyway, on that day, the emperor was slapped in the face in front of the whole world.

The paranoia has completely exploded.

This is a great thing for Zote. The people and the money are in place. As an old war criminal, it is easy for him to incite civilians to rebel. He can feed these Mulon slaves better food every day than during the Chinese New Year. I am the Holy Lord.

and so……

Now Mulon is in a serious crisis, Uporio is isolated and helpless, Black Sails is even more heavyweight, they are rotten pirates in the East China Sea, no one will buy it even if you are kind to others from the bottom of your heart. There must be something fishy going on, you will either be dragged to a black factory to move 10,000 tons of bricks a day, or be dragged to a kiln to be fucked by 10,000 people every day.

The Seventh Amendment is even more fucking unreliable. Zote hasn't even started to make any effort, and Crocodile Island retreated before they could even hold on. Now they dare not show up. Li Site and Ben's uncle are simply stabbing their brothers in the back. Brothers, hold on first. I'm done for, Ghana!

Inside the Drifting City.

Black Sail Rock Fortress.

Morrison looked down at the chaos in the city. "It's crazy, damn it."

Morrison watched with interest.

Uporio believes that he is powerless to save the situation. Zote has made a donation, Muron has returned to his loyalty, and the second in command, Santila, has also surrendered to Zote. He has been deserted by his friends and relatives, and knows that the princess has been detained by Lisite and the banner of the army of justice has been broken. He is making his last stand.

In the Drifting City... the final round of levies and extortions were carried out to extract the blood from Mulon, which had already been reduced to hell and squeezed out of existence.

To squeeze out the soul,
Make a final...resistance.

This glorious city, once the world's second largest slave trading centre, still has some houses burning under the blazing desert sun.

The merchants who refused to surrender and had their homes confiscated were thrown directly into the fire by the resistance army and accused of treason.

With the lessons learned from the past, everyone in the huge Drifting City can only obey completely, and Uporios also wants all citizens to be soldiers. Even children who are not yet adults must join the army as long as they are taller than the packhorse.

With the burning flames, the heat waves, and too many dragging and screaming sounds, it seemed as if the city was wailing.

"Damn it, you said you were going to hell every day, and this time I really went to hell."

Micah had complicated thoughts.

If Li Site had chosen to stand by Ubolio, would this be the case?

But the lives of your Mulong soldiers and civilians are lives, and the lives of your brothers in the East China Sea are also lives.

A coward who is compassionate towards others will never reach a high position like Li Site.

It is just as Li Site planned. Black Sail is just here to mess around. We have to rely on you, Ubolio, to hold on in the front. We have to wear you down. Brother Donghai, make your heroic appearance again.

Am I going to let the brothers from the East China Sea die so that you can get some benefits? Don't even think about it. The desperate men from the East China Sea only play the short and easy game.

It went very smoothly. Now Uporio was forced back into the city by Zoth. Finn was the one who was manipulating the troops on the front line. He held off Zoth's troops and even pushed them to Silvermoon City, pushing back from the center.

And now.

The princess is also in the tent. The rotten pirates of the East China Sea... are Mulong's savior.

"General Fen is really awesome. The more troops he leads, the better."

Li Site was smoking a cigarette. The B2 bomber and the general were there. A bunch of charlatans couldn't handle them. It was useless for him to be the King of the East China Sea. Chuan Che also realized that he had to follow Brother Li to make a lot of money. Then he would buy Yunshang Palace directly, live a life of drunkenness and dreams every day, and must join the board of directors to get dividends.

Magnus is now Archer's bodyguard, and a group of heroes have gathered together.

If necessary, Finn's ravens would fly back, but so far, there hasn't been a single raven. You can always trust the old political prisoner Pedan.

It also requires an excellent matching mechanism. Pedan's thinking can beat Alan's thinking, and Wuchang can beat Wuchang.

Waiting to chop off Zoth's head, celebrating his birthday on September 9th.

But what puzzled Li Si was that Zote's offensive should have been more fierce. Crocodile Island was indeed a good general, worthy of being a general. He could maintain his strength until the end of the martial arts competition on the mainland and not spoil the emperor's fun. He could advance and retreat freely. Coming out now was just a reckless and reckless man.

So Zote should attack fiercely and kill them all before the duel.

But Zote hasn't led the army yet, what is he waiting for? Damn it, he must be planning something.

"Are you ready to bear the consequences of letting Fafna go to the front? Experience is indeed the best experience, but Fafna was originally the property of the Aran court. They were afraid that she would be killed by the Church, so they hid her privately, and then she was released by anti-imperialists. But the Church is well-informed, so they sent Marcus last year. Now that Fafna has shown up, the Church may send people again to kill the heretics. If Fafna dies, your head, the head of the East China Sea leader, is not as valuable as hers."

Serin was also watching Ubolio's dying counterattack, and now it was Lisite's turn to take over.

Of course Lostra also gave money to Uporio, and was very grateful that this group of people had indeed held out for more than half a year, but Lostra had no leverage over Uporio, and considering that Uporio might not be very obedient in the future, his investment was also limited.

Li Site is different. There are no international conventions in the East China Sea, so Lostra can do whatever it wants. Besides, Li Site is a man who knows how to appreciate things, and is willing to do Lostra a favor to delay Alan and give them time to infiltrate Wadinia.

The investment in Li Site is definitely more than that in Ubolio, not to mention the food and supplies. Considering that these people from Donghai come to smoke and drink privately, these supplies are also delivered. It is a little difficult to tell who is the son and who is the father. In short, the conjugate is reliable.

"If this little girl dies, I'll take my head as apology. Who am I? Wait a minute, your queen will see how handsome I am, and I'll become the emperor directly. Then you won't speak in this tone, damn it."

Li Site is now very arrogant, and Serin can hardly control him.

"Fuck my little sister, stop being so disgusting, okay?" Walman couldn't bear it any longer. Who would let his little sister fight to the death? What a great free person, she even deceived herself. "Lao Da should talk to Uporiou as soon as possible and hand over the sovereignty. My brothers from the Great Wetlands want to kill the Arameans very much. We young people can withstand it. If old man Yiremu waits any longer, he might die of old age."

Walman pointed to the great wizard of the wetlands, Yiremu, whom he had brought with him.

"Thank you."

Yiremu, the old wetland revolutionary who was originally very serious and upright, was bullied by these people from Donghai.

"Of course, we can't keep the old man waiting for too long."

Li Site knew that when fighting Dollinger, Yiremu was very fierce and he couldn't let the old man wait for too long.

After stamping out the cigarette, he prepared to go and talk to Ubolio.

The bottom line has been drawn. It is impossible for Black Sail to swallow all of Muron. Ubolio has been holding out for so long, he must get his share of the spoils. However... Li Site's principle of doing things is that it will be your turn only after I've eaten my fill.

In short, you must have benefited from it, so it's time to take a break. Otherwise, your remnants will rebound after the chaos in Mulong is over, which will be a big problem.

"I'm leaving, Celine, you come with me. Although you don't want to get directly involved, it's okay to have a talk. Since you've given Ubollio so much money, he will listen to your advice."

Li Site believed that Ubollio knew what was going on. He had given him a way out and given him meat to eat. If he still didn't know what was good for him, there was nothing he could say. Then he wouldn't even think about eating any meat.

Seren pressed her temple and nodded.

Walman also expressed his willingness to go along to ensure that everything would be safe.

Micah and Morrison are the only key members left in the Rock Fortress.

"The dividends are really going to explode. If Li Site really gets it going, we'll get at least a few thousand gold royals every quarter. How are you going to use it?"

Micah was just an unknown minor official before this. To be honest, this astronomical figure was a little terrifying to him.

"It has to be a doomsday survival base. We have to dissect Ryan. That wind blade machine gun is so cool. When it comes to mowing the grass, the zombies are invincible. Won't they die if they mow them?"

Morrison was really looking forward to killing all of Mullen and his men as soon as possible.

"Is it……"

Micah didn't know what to say. The backbone was full of psychopaths, and he was the only normal person.

"Your Highness..."

Micah noticed Suezana coming over.

(End of this chapter)