Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

When King Roman appeared before the people, he was not wearing his nondescript linen robes, but a rich dress.

He was wearing an expensive gold silk robe embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns, a belt with gold buckles and gold emblems around his waist, a crimson velvet cloak on his shoulders, and a crown on his head inlaid with countless gems of various colors.

The luxurious attire is just like a coronation.

For an empire on the verge of collapse, such behavior would indeed seem absurd to others.

It was like an emperor who was unwilling to accept reality and went completely crazy in the last moments of his life.

However, the old emperor did not look crazy at all, and always had a warm smile on his face.

This expression rarely appeared on his face. Since the establishment of the Roman Empire, every emperor had always presented an extremely tough image when dealing with the public.

There will be no warm smiles.

There will only be a determined look.

This is also what the imperial values ​​require of the emperor.

The old emperor's performance surprised everyone. The ministers, guards, mage corps, and countless civilians had never seen such an emperor.

Such "caring" for the people and walking among them make people flattered.

Countless people knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly, as if they were praying to God.

The old emperor accepted all the worship with pride.

Empire, war, failure, royal responsibilities, and all other mundane matters will soon have nothing to do with him, and he is about to enter a higher realm.

He walked to the high platform in the middle of the square. The square was already crowded with people and the air was filled with a foul smell.

The crowd looked eagerly at their emperor, hoping that he would bring hope again, as he once did.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the emperor began his performance, and his voice spread to every corner of the city.

"People of the Empire, Roman will not perish. The opportunity to fight back is now. The Empire will become stronger than ever before, and you, each and every one of you, will contribute to this strength and become part of the glory of the Empire."

People did not understand how the empire had become so powerful as never before.

I also don’t understand what it means to be “part of the glory of the empire”.

But seeing the emperor's confident look, they chose to believe it first and cheered.

Accompanied by a strong stench, the entire square looked like a boiling shit pit.

Then the emperor raised his arms high and chanted a strange spell. The syllables did not sound like any common language today.

As the spell was chanted, the sky above the city was dyed a strange color, a blood-red color, mixed with a light that emitted an eerie and holy aura, and was full of chaos.

"Success, success!"

The Emperor's expression became completely crazy.

People didn't know what had succeeded, but such a strange sight finally made the crowd start to panic and began to doubt the emperor in whom they had always trusted so much.

They looked up at the sky in confusion. Such a strange sight was full of ominous atmosphere no matter how they looked at it.

However, the crowd no longer had a chance to figure out what this was all about.

After the emperor chanted the last spell, rows of strangely shaped inscriptions climbed up the city's shield like vines. People looked up at the inscriptions in the sky involuntarily, and then immediately lost the ability to move. Their consciousness was pulled out of their bodies, leaving only empty shells.

They could never have imagined that the city's magic shield was not meant to protect them.

The emperor showed a smile that came from the bottom of his heart and could not be suppressed.

Although there was a slight deviation from the plan in that the Romans were used instead of the enemies as the material for the coronation, these minor details were not worth worrying about.

He did not choose to complete the first soul raising ceremony of a sufficient scale with other soul raisers because his philosophy was slightly different from the pursuits of the soul raisers.

There is consensus on creating gods through the aggregation of consciousness.

In the final consciousness aggregate, all consciousnesses make decisions together, and the emperor has his own opinion on this part.

Those ignorant people's consciousness have no qualifications and no reason to be on an equal footing with ourselves.

Only he will become the first and only god born from the upgrading of consciousness.

As for other consciousnesses, they will only become "computing power" and continue to serve him.

To this end, he ordered the royal wizards to make minor adjustments based on the techniques of the Soul Ascenders, marking the uniqueness and supremacy of the person performing the ceremony.

He will become a greater emperor in the realm of the eternal gods.

This was his true coronation ceremony.

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Outside the city of Roman, members of Sutton's team, who had completed the installation of the beacon, were observing the changes happening in the distance.

Simone looked at the blood-red and bright light in the sky above the capital, and an instinctive fear arose in his heart.

As a warrior who, although young, has experienced many battles, he is accustomed to facing strong enemies.

When facing a powerful enemy, he might be nervous, worried, angry, or even excited, but he had not felt fear for a long time.

The enemies he had faced were all within his comprehension range.

What appeared before my eyes now was something completely unknown.

The unknown brings fear.

The strange blood-red light in the distant sky is becoming stronger and brighter.

Simeone could clearly feel the extremely strong malice in the light, as well as a kind of crazy aura that would affect people. He could realize that his brain was also slowly becoming crazy, but he could do nothing.

The feeling of knowing that he was going crazy but being able to do nothing but watch like a character in a magic movie made Simone tremble.

"Put on a mask, everyone, put on a mask!"

Orders came from the front.

Wear a mask?

What mask, a virtual mask?

Simeone reacted and realized that their team was carrying a large number of virtual masks, more than enough for each person.

The statement before departure was to give the soldiers some leisure time for entertainment.

But the team members all understood that there must be other uses, otherwise the amount of entertainment would be too much.

And now they are using masks. Does this mean that the commanders had already anticipated what would happen to Loman?

At this point, there is nothing else to believe in.

Simone found his own virtual mask, with the iconic red face and dragon on it, which looked a little absurd at the moment.

He put the mask on his head and did not enter the consciousness space directly. The crazy feeling coming from afar did not completely disappear, but it was greatly weakened.

It's like the sound is coming through water.

Well, now there is more than I understand.

At this time, a voice came from the mask, and Simone immediately recognized it as the voice of Prime Minister Figesin. "Soldiers, stay calm, everything is going as planned. From now on, the command will be temporarily transferred to Drogo."

Lord Protector Drogo?
It’s not that the warriors don’t respect Drogo. After all, most of the equipment they use is provided by Drogo’s group.

But we have never heard of Drogo commanding from the front line. We only know that he has always been in charge of logistics. If he doesn't have enough understanding of combat, he will be doomed.

Soon, Drogo's voice appeared on the channel, which was very iconic.

"Hey, warriors of Sutton, theoretically you will see something very scary next, but don't panic. No matter how strange it looks, the mask equipped with consciousness protection can ensure that your consciousness will not be affected for a short period of time."

The researchers predict that the false gods of the ascended souls will have an impact on consciousness, but there is no example and such a thing has never appeared in history.

Based on the prediction, a modified mask was designed that can temporarily block the influence of consciousness, and it is now of great use.

This mask can also protect against a wide variety of illusion attacks for a short period of time, so it can be said to be very useful.

"Your next mission is to use the beacon to guide the main force that is about to arrive."

Guide, yes, guide.

Simeone, who was no longer so frightened, recalled that their mission, in addition to guiding the transmission, was to locate for a precision strike.

The convoy members immediately took action. The guidance beacon for the main force had been built, and the next step was a precision strike.

They have practiced this operation so many times that they don't have to think at all when performing it.

While operating it skillfully, Simone became curious about what on earth could be called "a very scary thing" by Drogo.

Just a few minutes later, he got the answer.

The light that kept expanding in the distance seemed to have turned into a giant cocoon. After expanding to its limit, it tore a crack.

A mass of something fell down, not sure if it was a living thing or not.

From the appearance, it seemed to be an extremely large baby, with a peaceful face surrounded by holy light, and its eyes closed peacefully, as if it was asleep. Its breathing could be faintly heard, and even the sound of its breathing sounded as holy as a church bell.

However, the baby's body was so terrifying that it struck fear into the hearts of everyone who saw it.

Its skin was cracked in large areas, and flesh and blood could be seen wriggling in the cracks. If you looked carefully enough, you could see that the flesh and blood were made up of human faces. The expression on each face was painful and desperate, with their mouths open as if wailing, but no sound came out.

The limbs were filled with all kinds of deformed, swollen and strange structures. Every muscle and every inch of skin seemed to have self-awareness, constantly beating or trembling at different rhythms, as if this body was pieced together from countless chaotic individuals, and was now making its final struggle, struggling to split.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this?"

Simeone was stunned and muttered to himself.

He didn't expect that he would see such a strange thing in his lifetime.

While it was stunned, the strange thing also noticed the convoy here.

It extends a finger, which should be a finger.

It is difficult to determine whether the purple, dark red, rolling and wriggling mass of flesh that it stretched out is a hand or not. We can only assume that it is one for the time being.

A huge magical power began to gather from its fingertips, aiming at the direction of the convoy.

The magic power was so strong that the fluctuations caused by its gathering made the team members unable to stand steadily.

The magic power quickly gathered into a ball, a ball of light composed of countless wailing faces, just like its rolling flesh and blood. This time, those faces made sounds, a mixture of countless whispers and screams.

Suddenly, the ball of light extended into an arrow shape and shot towards the convoy's location.

"avoid!"

Simone heard the commander's roar, but this sudden change made his movements a little flustered.

Just as he was looking at the arrows in despair, a translucent shield suddenly unfolded, and the collision of the two magical powers splashed out several elemental streams, protecting the convoy at the critical moment.

Simeone then realized what had just happened. The team was not equipped with such a powerful protective spell.

That is……

The main force has arrived!

Several giant teleportation arrays were deployed above the beacon, the scale of which far exceeded all previous wars.

Hundreds of flapping-wing aircraft flew out, fully loaded with ammunition.

All of a sudden, countless missiles, dragging beautiful trajectories, flew towards the flesh and blood in the sky.

Faced with such a huge target, there was almost no need to aim, and all the strikes hit the target.

The holy light around the baby twitched violently. The spell grenade hit its broken body, and blood and flesh splattered instantly, making the body, which was already scarred and pieced together, become almost shattered.

However, a blow of this magnitude was not fatal.

The broken flesh healed quickly and soon stuck together, only slowing down its movement.

But such a blow still boosted the spirits of the team members.

Simone stood up and looked at the fleet of ornithopters in the sky that were preparing for the second round of attack.

Yes, that's how it should be. No matter what kind of enemy they face, Sutton's warriors cannot retreat.

They are the last line of defense against the people.

He immediately continued his unfinished work and provided guidance for the precision strike.

"Guide to position, request to strike!"

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Drogo looked at the scene transmitted back from the front. He didn't expect that the thing that was raised from the soul would look so abstract.

"Extremely terrifying" is the description given by the Soul Engineer. According to him, the lives called gods by other races generally do not look very cute or elegant.

For example, He looks abstract.

Even if they want to reshape their image, they will do so in a more terrifying direction because they need to intimidate their opponents.

Developing in a good direction is usually what the devil would do if he wanted to trick people into signing a contract.

"Boot is ready."

There was news coming from the command room.

"Put in Big Ivan, set timer for five minutes."

The so-called precision strike is the Ring of Ivan the Great. Drogo has no intention of using a strategy where the intensity of the strike gradually increases.

From the moment the swarm bombing of flapping-wing aircraft became useless, it was decided that the next step would be to directly attack Big Ivan.

Don’t try it, so as not to increase the opponent’s anger value.

"Big Ivan, deployed."

"All ground battlefield personnel evacuate. Countdown five minutes. Repeat. All ground battlefield personnel evacuate."

"Flying formation, strike alternately, slow down the target's movement speed, and make sure the target is near the center of the explosion when it is detonated. Withdraw after three minutes..." (End of this chapter)