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The communications officer said, trembling:

"Yes, it's orc technology."

"what?"

As the communications officer's voice faded, the general, amidst his confusion, saw beams of blue light shooting into the sky beyond the bridge.

Ultimately, a blue shield was formed that enveloped the entire battlefield.

"This is impossible..."

The general uttered this sentence incredulously.

That's impossible. The orcs were too few in number to have developed such technology. And how could the orcs possibly give their technology to the Martyrs?

And how did they arrange all of this?

To accomplish all of this, it would take far more than a month or two, or even a year or two.

Such a large-scale project would take at least several decades to complete!

So it's impossible, but it did happen!

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Ever since the two strange travelers left, the gatekeeper has been somewhat absent-minded.

Because he didn't know if he had helped Yu Le, and he even suspected that he might have harmed Yu Le instead.

After all, he always felt that those two Robespierre were not the same kind of people as Yu Le.

Having lived in the wasteland for many years, he had never been to school and knew very few words.

But his years of experience and observations have given him a beast-like keen intuition.

But what can we do about it?

He could not leave the settlement, nor was he entitled to go anywhere else; he didn't even know where the nobleman had gone.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a momentary tremor in the ground beneath his feet.

The next moment, the tin can rushed in, pointing frantically outside and saying:

"Brother Damen, you, you have to come and take a look!"

Amid the exclamations of surprise from the tin can, the people of settlement 386 rushed out of their houses one after another.

They gathered outside, all looking towards the same spot.

In the distance, a beam of blue light rose from the desert and shot straight into the sky.

Looking in the direction from which the blue light shot into the sky, the gatekeeper, after a brief moment of astonishment, immediately exclaimed in surprise:

"It's them! It's them!"

"Settlement No. 417?!"

Blue light shone from their east, at a distance that reached Settlement 417, which caused a passing nobleman to frown.

They were completely expelled from the community, and the entire population of the settlement was turned into crystal statues for public display!

Chapter 42 So that's how it is!

But now, why is this blue light coming out from somewhere?

Were they not executed because they offended the nobleman's eyes?

But, but for this reason?

So what about us?

Why are we being targeted so much by the tax authorities?

A terrifying possibility that the gatekeeper was unaware of until later sent chills down his spine the moment he became aware of it!

They were destined to be killed long ago, so the divine plan was flawed from the beginning.

So regardless of whether they can pay taxes or not, they will be collectively executed.

The emergence of entertainment simply turned this inevitable outcome into a negation...

It was at this time that...

Another beam of blue light shot into the sky from the mountains not far behind them, followed by a third, a fourth... countless beams of blue light shot into the sky one after another.

"Oh, I see!"

As the gate murmured, a beam of blue light converged, then opened and fell, separating the inside from the outside!

The Hudson family was instigated to close the tax collection, and the Hudson family was instigated by Maltese!

Everything, everything, has been for today!

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Even a degraded golden bloodline is a supreme power that ascends to the realm of gods, something that no mere mortal creation can bear.

Even the Glory King and the Golden Princess, who are legitimate descendants of gods, are still bound by this power, let alone a puppet that has stolen divine power.

The battle has dragged on until now, and this immaculate doll, which was created at the cost of countless resources, can no longer withstand the rampaging divine power within it.

The golden cracks spreading across her face had long since torn into grotesque gaps, and her flesh and blood were constantly melting and collapsing.

Looking at her broken appearance, Yu Le suddenly thought of the Titans in Hidetaka Miyazaki's "Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind"—creatures of destruction that awaken too early are powerless to bear the immense power they contain and will eventually collapse on their own.

The puppet before them was even weaker than the giant warrior.

However, am I remembering Miyazaki wrong?

The vague thought had just surfaced when a clear and composed female voice rang in my ears.

The princess easily repelled another fierce attack from her opponent and calmly said to Yu Le:

“Our fleet is blocked. Malty’s forces are encircling and holding them back, so they can’t get here in time.”

The princess casually recounted the battle situation, then raised her hand and flicked her finger. A streak of intense golden light burst forth from her fingertip, precisely striking the puppet's sweeping arm.

The moment they made contact, the power easily pierced through the opponent's arm, a combination of the princess's strength and the already rampaging divine power within the opponent's flesh and blood.

This caused the hand to burn fiercely.

Within a few breaths, it was completely burned to ashes, leaving only the skeleton.

Even with its body so badly damaged, the doll did not hesitate for a moment.

There was no wailing or pause; it simply followed the initial implanted instructions instinctively, stubbornly attempting to kill the princess.

But the princess knocked him away again.

"But even if they come, it's no use; they can't open this door."

"Has he gone mad? Isn't he afraid of being besieged by fleets from all the provinces?"

Yu Le's heart was filled with incomprehension.

The escort fleets dispatched by the governors and lords of the provinces along the way were numerous and extremely fast. Once they arrived, Marty was powerless to resist them.

Despite the seemingly precarious situation, the princess remained calm and composed, effortlessly navigating the dolls' attacks.

She overestimated the Immaculate Doll, or rather, she overestimated the so-called forbidden technology.

This thing can't threaten her at all.

"They can't come for the time being. It seems our Duke Marty has been preparing for this day for decades. He exchanged technology with some orcs from who-knows-where."

"And they have been deploying them around for decades, and now they are isolating the entire airspace."

"Our message can't get out, and people outside won't know. And it might not just be that the message can't get out until it's completely over!"

While resisting the dolls' attacks, the princess explained everything she 'saw' to Yule.

"Isn't the situation very dangerous now?!"

This is Yu Le's first reaction.

However, the princess, now completely relieved, smiled slightly after confirming the limits of this inferior product.

The broken doll stabbed at her again.

Using his hand bones, which were burned down to only half their original size!

Seeing the doll hurtling towards her, the princess merely tilted her head slightly, causing the nearly burned doll to miss its target.

Then, the princess grabbed the other person's arm.

With a sudden burst of force, the wrist is pulled backward.

The immense inertia caused the broken doll to lose control, staggering forward and revealing all its flaws.

Then the princess raised her hand and precisely pressed down on the doll's broken head, effortlessly slamming the crumbling creation to the ground!

Boom!

The dull, loud noise shook the ground slightly, sending dust flying everywhere.

Degraded bloodlines and clumsy imitations, even if they steal divine power, are ultimately just mortal playthings that cannot be presented on a grand stage. Even if they fight to the death, they cannot shake the slightest bit of the glory of the true descendants of gods.

Looking at the doll in his hand that had completely gone cold.

The princess, carrying the other's corpse, looked down at Maltai and said:

"Let's go, Sir, let's see what our Lord Marty is thinking!"

"A ridiculous toy given to him by who-knows-who actually gave him the confidence to act arrogantly..."

With that, he took the lead and rode off.

A burning rage raged in the princess's chest, fueled by an uncontrollable bloodlust.

Once the flame that has been suppressed by the King of Glory is released...

Its power and consequences are unimaginable.

Now, the Duke of Marty has released all of this and even poured oil on it.

Looking at the unharmed princess, and then at the gate behind him that remained completely unresponsive.

Entertainment can only follow suit.

Although I feel like I haven't done anything.

However, the feeling of being carried by someone's thigh is really quite nice.

Just follow along, you don't need to worry about anything!

The elevator slowly started moving; it was clear that the Duke of Maltese was also unable to control the ruins.

He just knows how to use it.

The air gates opened one by one.

The new lobby immediately comes into view.

It remained as empty as ever, without mountains of wealth or neatly arranged weaponry.

However, there's one more thing here—a high platform in the center of the hall, and a laurel wreath placed on it!

Of course, there was also the Duke of Maltese, who sat before the laurel wreath.

Yu Le looked at the laurel wreath with curiosity.

Is this what led Justinian to believe that he had acquired Roman heritage recognized by Rome?

Is this what future generations should leave behind?

But what's the use of that?

Yu Le curiously examined the laurel wreath.

The princess stepped forward alone, walked to the center of the arena, and threw the broken doll in her hand in front of Marty.

"Lord Marty, your dolls seem rather useless! So, can the Byzantine treasure that you've been longing for day and night, even to the point of betraying your father, be of any use now?"

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