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Chapter 6: The Royal Navy Has No Secrets (Please Read!)
The world created by magic and witchcraft, blood sacrifice and myth is the cornerstone of the empire, and they will use these supernatural powers on a daily basis to maintain their rule.

Just like the trading post that looked extremely damaged and folded out in front of Leon.

A massive breach had been blasted through what was supposed to be a three-story stone building, a typical Imperial trading post. Scarlet blood and scattered debris were visible, as if freshly constructed.

Even under the power of magic and witchcraft, Leon and the stunned Charlemagne could see translucent figures constantly replaying the brutal rebellion, and illusory shadows constantly repeating the scenes of attack and massacre.

The soldiers in Royal Guard uniforms roared something and were then killed by Royal Navy fleet soldiers who looked even more angry and frightened.

There were even artillery bombardments from the coast that were constantly bombarding the defenses of the trading post.

It was obvious that the defense provided by the ceremony site could not withstand such a powerful attack. Their walls were blown down, and the soldiers of the Royal Navy fleet rushed in, leaving no one alive. They killed all the warships and soldiers of the three Royal Guards, leaving no one alive.

Leon walked through the remnants of the artillery bombardment and walked to the center of the trading post. He began to check the valuable places inside for his own reserves.

But Charlemagne, who was following behind, looked at the scene before him with trepidation, as if it were reappearing, and asked in fear:

"Sir, what on earth is this...?"

"As you can see, it's a reflection of history. Wherever there is action, there are traces."

Leon walked through the historical scene, looked back at the terrified mortals, and explained in a normal way:
"The will of the nation and the people determined this place to be a key location, and without proper guidance of magic or rituals, it naturally condensed into this phenomenon."

“National and ethnic consciousness?”

"You don't think the daily chants of 'God Save the Queen' and 'Long Live Britannia' are just slogans, do you? We live in a world where rituals and myths are deeply ingrained in our daily lives. National will and collective will naturally exist. It's just that they interfere too much, forcing us to rely on chaos and instinct as we do now."

"W-What do you mean..."

"It's just chaos and instinct. Everything everyone does will be gathered and understood in the subconscious of the species, and then judged by these twisted courts. Once it is judged to have a high probability of affecting the entire country, the supernatural record will be anchored on this scene."

Because every person is within the entity of the country and race, just as humans themselves cannot control their heartbeats and thoughts without external manipulation, the same is true for national will and population will.

And obviously, it is impossible to allow any external force to modify such a critical thing at will, so it has become a part of natural phenomena.

But this also makes it easier for others to make some adjustments and modifications, just like now.

"Since this situation has occurred, it proves that there must be events and secrets that can sustain this situation, as well as the treasures that come with it."

After casually explaining the secret information to his people, Leon quickly found the core location of the rebellion.

I walked up the creaky stairs and arrived at the second floor of the trading station.

This place, the Royal Guard's final headquarters and resistance base, was covered in scarlet scars. In the very center of the second floor, the two men observed a clear area, completely different from the translucent illusions elsewhere. A man with a gloomy face, dressed in a heavy bearskin coat and carrying a naval command knife, calmly pierced the chest of a red-clad Royal Guard leader. The Royal Guard's final commander gazed at the man with hatred, his mouth filled with blood and foam, and he died in a very uneasy state.

The bear-skinned man sighed, kicked the red commander's phantom aside, then pulled a chair and sat down. It seemed as if he had traveled through time and saw Leon coming up.

'...some secrets must be kept secret.'

The man with a gloomy face spoke in a low voice, his voice full of dullness and coldness.

"I admit that the Royal Guards do have some unusual methods. Their atonement curses and loyalty oaths require us to confess our mistakes and sins here."

"But I don't think it's a sin. It's clear that our fleet is united, and under the suppression of the wizards, our narrative will be forever buried in this ancient archipelago. Even if it is discovered, it will probably be a long time before it is discovered. Time will prove us right."

"They are mad. The Royal Guard hopes to use what they discovered on the Misty Isles to help Her Majesty rule the world forever through conspiracy and terror. We believe this is wrong. By then, it may not be certain whether humans will rule the world. It is absolutely taboo that humans cannot touch."

"We discovered a sect within the Misty Isles that escaped from within Stormwall. They worship a seaside deity, claiming to be wanderers who escaped before the Ascension Day. We also seized their artifact. It's a strange device capable of infinitely replicating humans. They believe in the secrets of the distant deep sea, believing that within the ocean, an endless supply of humankind can be born."

"The experiment was a success. We created dozens of humans. They have memories, knowledge, self-awareness, and moral values. And it doesn't require the blood and magic power of an oracle machine and rituals. All it takes is wood and stone. About a ton of stone and wood is enough to create a new human."

'But the difference is that they have a very scary habit.'

"They eat people. These monsters disguised as humans love to eat people. Although they don't necessarily eat people, their desire for humans is beyond imagination."

"The Royal Guards believed this was merely a minor replacement flaw, allowing Her Majesty to maintain her reign forever, but we didn't want that. We didn't want a man-eating monster in our form to exist in the world. We launched a conflict, destroyed the device, and buried all the Royal Guards and monsters there. They may have had resurrection spells, but they were useless against the island's defenses."

'Every three days, the mists gather into the form the cult fears most, slaughtering their creations and life itself. Without the means to build a ship, they will never be able to escape.'

"The talisman here is the Oracle we carried on board our fleet. It's very useful and has saved our lives many times. This time, after discussion, we decided to place it here. We hope our lies can deceive the Empire."

"That's it, latecomers. As for what to do next, it's up to you to decide."

The lifelike man in the bearskin coat sighed, stood up, walked straight towards Leon, and then crashed into him and broke into countless crystal fragments.

'System prompt: You have come into contact with fragments of regional human history nodes. Impact level: Empire (turbulence).'

'System prompt: You have learned some of the secrets of the Misty Islands!'

'System prompt: The Oracle machine has been unlocked. Now you can use it to make your wish!'

System prompt: The Royal Navy has received news of the seal being broken and is now planning to send warships to investigate! Due to interference from the Foundation of Civilization, the enemy will be unable to reach the core area of ​​the Misty Islands through supernatural means such as prophecy, teleportation, anchoring, and catapults. The main fleet is expected to arrive at the Misty Islands between June and December!

(End of this chapter)