Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Roy turned his gaze to the last person who had not spoken yet. The Teutonic Elector suddenly became flustered. Obviously, the shock brought by the cold answer on a high level just now made him confused for a moment. He could only ask:

"Isn't there any other choice?"

Roy smiled and said, "Of course."

The Elector was stunned, and asked with some expectation and fear: "What is it?"

Roy suddenly put away his smile and said in a tone more cruel than ever before:

"On the scale of the universe, the sea of ​​stars is vast, and I don't need a colony like you. Since you may cause me trouble in the future, and I am too lazy to waste time to eliminate your species one by one or extinguish your future possibilities, it is better to choose some lower-cost and economical options."

"Earth Explosion Sky Star!"

"Your family has become a mine, and it can bring me some resources."

PS: 3500 words, updated a little late, because I was too excited to write. The pre-Terra civilization is certainly not a civilization that just left its home planet. Here is just a brief description of the pioneering rules of the cosmic Columbia. I will slowly fill in the gaps later.

What plans do you have for May Day? I plan to go to Chengdu, because I didn't get a ticket to Shanghai.

Volume 1: Chapter 221: Glory lasts for tens of thousands of years!

Your home has become a mine.

The literal meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand. There are places like RemBitto on the land of Terra where the entire country is a huge mine.

But the idea of ​​an entire planet being turned into a mine was still slightly beyond the imagination of the Terrans.

Teutonic's smile froze on his face, and the corners of his mouth, which were already somewhat forced to rise, twitched even more. He asked in disbelief:

"They have...that ability?"

"Yes. And this isn't even their most powerful weapon."

Among all types of Colossus weapons, the Earth-shattering Star is at best a cheap item. Its only and greatest feature is that it is easy to operate, cheap and easy to use. In addition, thanks to the endless imagination of scientists, there are countless types of Colossus weapons, some of which can instantly brainwash the life of the entire planet and turn them into fanatical religious believers, some can forcibly change the landform and turn an entire planet into an ocean, and some can even change the entire planet's biological species and directly solve the problems of the indigenous people.

And this is not even the real climax.

On top of that, there is also a galaxy-destroying weapon - the Burning Sky Divine Weapon, which, if built, would mean becoming the public enemy of the galaxy, with its ambitions clearly revealed, and would cause a crusade from the entire galaxy!

Detonating stars and wiping entire galaxies off star maps. For the Terrans, who still knew nothing about the universe, such power was almost unimaginable.

It seemed that the answer he got from Roy was too shocking, and a thick layer of haze covered Teutonic's face. Roy understood his feelings, and he did not have the slightest sense of superiority or contempt. He knew that if he had not lived in a more enlightened era and learned these concepts from various imaginative works, he might not be the same as the Teutonic Elector when he knew these things.

Moreover, knowing and facing are two different things. Just like a war, a war fought thousands of miles away may be just a topic of conversation for you, but when the war concerns the survival of you and me, the sense of oppression and suffocation cannot be described in words. Who can accept that they who hold power and command the world are not even as good as a speck of dust in the vast sea of ​​stars?

Roy thought about it and tried to say something to comfort the people who had suddenly received such a heavy knowledge. However, unexpectedly, but also reasonable, the three of them quickly came out of their temporary depression. Especially the Witch King. The madness on his face faded a little, leaving more rationality.

He seemed to have noticed something unusual, and after thinking for a moment, he asked again:

"Mr. Roy."

Roy was a little surprised by the sudden honorific, but the Witch King just asked sincerely and seriously,

"If the false sky covering Terra is really the enclosure of the zoo forged by the Angels of Peace, then the Terran humans should have completely lost the possibility of exploring the starry sea. But why... do I see those buildings?"

Construction began beyond the limits of what the naked eye could observe. The elliptical ring-shaped building that surrounded the entire Terra stood like a spindle, covered with dense tracks and lines. Even the collapsed fragments were larger than the most magnificent building on earth today, Londinium. And the most counterintuitive thing was the second moon that appeared outside the barrier and had been emitting light for tens of thousands of years.

All of these things that the Witch King had witnessed proved to him that there was more than one civilization on Terra before them. Those buildings were obviously not something that the Terran humans, who had not even been able to launch their first satellite, could have built.

Especially the second moon, which is outside the barrier of the Angels of Comfort. This just proves that the civilization that built these giant buildings must have been extremely glorious, so glorious that they had already flown out of their limited mother galaxy, and had mastered the technology to artificially create a star. Even though no records of them can be found on this earth, the traces they left in the vast sea of ​​stars still shine on the Terra people millions of years later!

He already had the answer, but he still asked Roy to verify it.

Roy gave him a definite answer: "The buildings in space, as far as I know, come from previous civilizations."

"The term 'pre-civilization' may not be accurate. Terra may have experienced more than one generation of civilization. But at least according to the information I have, the civilization that created the second moon was [human beings]."

After Roy said the word "human" in Casimir, he repeated it in two other languages ​​that he had not used for a long time.

Chinese, English.

A language similar to Yanyu and Victorian, but different. But surprisingly, it has the same pronunciation as today's language, so that neither the Witch King nor the Queen could hear any difference in what Roy had just said. They were just curious as to why he specifically repeated it in two other languages.

The Witch King nodded. The existence of the previous civilization was confirmed, which answered many of his questions.

The madness on his face disappeared, and he let out a long sigh as if relieved from a heavy burden.

Admittedly, he still didn't know where the future of Terra civilization and Leithania lay, but at least now he had a clear direction - first, find a way to break through the barrier of the Angels of Peace.

He was extremely satisfied with the deal with Roy, but he did not forget that there was another deal that had not been completed. He set his sights on the Teutonic Elector.

"What about you, Teutonic? What is your choice?"

Teutonic fell silent, but the silence did not last long. After a moment, he asked:

"If I'm not mistaken, half of life probably doesn't refer to a simple life span, right?"

The devil will exchange power for life, but that is only a legend. There has never been a way on Terra to materialize the lives of others and use them as bargaining chips for exchange. This is because the concept of life is abstract and constantly changing. If the devil uses this as a reward, and you slip on a stone and fall to death when you go out tomorrow, wouldn't that be a big loss?

After a period of cosmic perspective, cold thinking and exploration, Teutonic's originally excited thoughts finally calmed down, and he saw the essence of the Witch King's deal.

"You want to coexist with me. Let me hand over half of the control of my body to you. In this way, the Grand Elector with two souls in one body will naturally possess the power of the Witch King, because it originally belongs to you."

The Witch King smiled, did not deny, and nodded generously: "You are right. So, what is your choice?"

"Of course I agree." Teutonic said, "There is no deal more tempting than this. Of course, except for Mr. Roy's ancient secrets."

He glanced at Roy and, like the Witch King, used an honorific.

Roy nodded. Of course he could still talk, and he would tell you everything he knew. But he had to wait until he got out and Kelsey was there.

The Queen finally stood up and said to the Witch King: "I choose to refuse. I am sorry, but your deal is far less attractive to me than Mr. Roy's. Mr. Roy, don't forget what you promised me."

She blinked at Roy. Roy smiled awkwardly and wanted to ask what you were talking about? Was it selling fish cape or something else?

Under normal circumstances, with the pride of the Witch King, he would have to argue with this kind of provocation. But now, he could only smile helplessly and nodded: "You are right."

Then he raised his hand, and the earth suddenly shook. A roar came from the distance. It was the sound of the entire space shaking and collapsing.

"Well, the deal is over, and it's my turn to fulfill my promise and send you off."

Volume 1: Chapter 222: Manfred, Well Done

Leitania, Violet City, in front of St. Peter's Hospital.

Kal'tsit stretched out her hand and stopped Margaret, Skadi and Yetan who were following behind her. She put a finger to her mouth and hushed softly.

Margaret and the others immediately understood and fell silent. Following Kal'tsit's gaze, they saw that the square in front of the hospital was empty.

Yes, there was nothing. Kal'tsit's expression was a little solemn. Generally speaking, even if there were no pedestrians in the square, there should at least be street trees, chairs, or fountains. At the very least, there should be a trash can or something. But there was nothing in the wide square in front of him.

The entire ground looked as if it had been completely rolled over by a steamroller. It was flat, smooth, and without a single wrinkle. Even the bricks and stones on the ground appeared abnormally bright. If you looked closely, you could tell that it was abnormal.

Ye Tan, who was following behind Kal'tsit, also noticed the problem and spoke in a low voice:

"Something's wrong with this area. This feeling is a bit like a space spell?"

Space magic is also rare in Leithania, but as Rhodes Island's special commissioner in the border area between the two countries, Ye Tan has a lot of experience, so it is not surprising that he can guess the closest answer at the first time. Kal'tsit continued to add:

"Normative spells cannot cause such an impact on such a large area without anyone noticing. The only reasonable possibility is a spatial spell. Moreover, the caster's skill is not low. This area looks fine on the surface, but in fact, a piece has been neatly cut off."

Regardless of whether Margaret and Skadi, who knew nothing about Originium techniques, understood what she said, Kal'tsit continued,

"From what I know, this doesn't seem like the magic that the Queen and the Elector often use..."

She frowned and looked at Skadi and Margaret and asked,

"Does Roy know this kind of magic?"

The Casimir people probably don't know the space-related Originium skills. They prefer to release the energy contained in the Originium roughly, such as the spell of Margaret and her grandfather that directly transforms into the sun. Those who are a little more proficient will try to turn the light into different shapes, such as the light rain sprinkled by Uncle Manna. Each drop of rain has the power of a sword, but that's basically where they stop.

Speaking of the Kuranta who were familiar with space-based Originium skills, Kal'tsit only knew of a group of Kuranta in the Yan Kingdom. Their ancestors had passed down a space-based technique that allowed them to cross extremely long distances in a short period of time. They often worked as postmen and messengers in the Yan court and army, and thus were given a nice name - [Thousand-Li Horse].

But Roy was an exception after all, and Kelsey had never thought that a Casimir person would know about Ishamara's existence and Tracy's movements. So, although she already had a guess in her mind, she still asked one more question for safety reasons.

Skadi and Margaret looked at each other, and Roy's abilities that they had heard about in rumors flashed through their minds. Finally, they shook their heads and answered in unison:

"No."

If he had the ability to cut through space and kidnap the Queen and the Great Elector, the battle at the White River would not have been so difficult, so hard, and so thrilling. He could just retreat back to the Great Knight Territory, and then return with the assembled knights.

Hearing this, Kal'tsit somehow felt relieved.

She was also unwilling to think that it was Roy who kidnapped the Elector and the Queen. Otherwise, for the safety of Rhodes Island, she would really need to seriously consider the necessity of contacting Roy.

After getting the good news, she pointed out her guess:

"According to my understanding, in the land of Leitania, there is only one human who has mastered space magic and has such attainments - the Witch King."

"Witch King?" The three of them expressed different emotions in shock. Skadi was confused, Margaret was stunned, and Yetan was shocked.

It was Margaret who spoke first: "But isn't the Witch King dead? I wasn't even born when he died."

Before Kal'tsit could answer, Yetan answered first: "Have you forgotten, Margaret, that the remnants of the Witch King who wanted to revive the Witch King have always existed? Wasn't the Russell you met the night you first arrived in Leithania trying to revive the Witch King?"

Margaret opened her mouth but no words came out.

Of course she knew someone was trying to revive the Witch King. But thinking and doing are two different things. If the resurrection match was so easy, the Sarkaz would have unified the earth and rebuilt Kazdel long ago. The number of legendary figures who died naturally and abnormally might be more than the entire Terra combined.

Is it such a coincidence that in such a short period of time, in this hospital, the Witch King suddenly resurrected and captured Roy, the Queen, and the Elector in one fell swoop?

This is a bit too weird. If it is too weird, there must be something fishy going on.

"Who is the Witch King?"

Skadi's doubtful voice was ignored. She rolled her eyes and was just thinking about whether to leave these people who were just chatting here and rush into the hospital to rescue Roy, when she heard a sound of orderly footsteps coming from a distance.

Skadi frowned and his expression gradually became serious. The footsteps were dense but not messy. They were obviously not made by passers-by. They were the sounds that would only occur when marching.

A troop is approaching in this direction!

She immediately turned around, interrupted Kelsey and reminded him, "Someone is coming, maybe the army."

Margaret and Ye Tan were both a little surprised, because they hadn't heard any movement yet. But Kal'tsit completely believed in Skadi's judgment and immediately ordered:

"They may not be coming for us. Spread out first, avoid them, stay hidden, and gather here when it's safe!"

They were all professional military-trained operators of the Rhode Island Medical Company. Although they were puzzled, Margaret and Ye Tan immediately followed the order and quickly dispersed and hid in different places. Kal'tsit glanced at Skadi and said, "Follow me."

After saying that, he quickly moved to the back of the hospital.

Not long after Kal'tsit and the others dispersed, an army wearing black armor with gold seals arrived. They wore helmets with visors, held spears, and carried heavy crossbows. Even though they had entered the city, they were still fully armed. They lined up in front of the hospital, forming an arc that surrounded the main entrance of the hospital, as if they would charge the hospital immediately if their leader gave the order.

But the leader, who was standing behind the army under protection, had a few wrinkles on her face but still had a charming demeanor, but she did not rush to give orders. Instead, she slowly looked at the young but already quite majestic blond Sarkaz man beside her.

"Manfred, you did a good job. From the perspective of conspiracy, I have to recognize the ability of the Sarkaz."

Volume 1: Chapter 223 You are still young, tell me my name

Iron Palace, Victoria.

The pink-haired man with gloomy eyes, three-dimensional features and a solemn expression stood in front of the throne that symbolized the rule of successive Victorian emperors. He reached out his hand and stroked the cold armrest of the throne.

Behind him, at the foot of the throne, the blond young Sarkaz general bowed his head in admiration, waiting for the regent's orders.

At the invitation of Duke Cavendish, the Kazdel Military Committee that entered Londinium had basically taken control of the city council's voice and the city's defense forces. Londinium, the capital of the empire, had now fallen in fact. Only a few stubborn nobles and citizens were still sitting in the lower city of the west district, resisting in vain.

There is no doubt that for any Sarkaz, no matter from any angle, this is a brilliant victory. This means that the Sarkaz, who had been beaten into a wandering nation in the thousand-year bloody war, finally got a city, a city with complete facilities and rich industries, and a city that can be used as a million-strong army.

Even though his name wasn't Kazdel, who cared?

we won!

"But we didn't win completely. This is just a small victory."

Theresis said, the sudden exclamation made Manfred at the bottom of the stairs confused, but he knew that the real words of the Regent General were yet to come.

Tresis turned around, held the armrest, sat on the throne, and faced Manfred. He tapped the cold armrest with his armored fingertips and said in a calm and somewhat cold voice:

“Because we can’t defend it.”

He was not asking for Manfred's opinion, nor was he simply venting his pessimistic emotions. He was just stating calmly,

"This Londinium is too big, and we Sarkaz are too few. Even if we count all the Sarkaz who follow me and believe in me, they are still pitifully few compared to the population of this city."

"It is impossible for a minority to rule the majority. Even if you succeed temporarily, you will inevitably suffer backlash in the future."

This is an eternal truth: those who try to rule the majority with a minority will eventually either be assimilated by the majority and become a part of the majority, or, in the era of the rise of nationalism, be completely overthrown by the awakened people.

The Sarkaz are not the Tikaz. They are a group of rootless people, remnants of the people. Even if they have Londinium, the city of thousands of cities, with factories capable of independently producing Terra's most advanced standard equipment and Terra's most abundant goods, they are not enough to compete with the "majority".

After all, after learning the news of the Sarkaz's occupation of the capital, the Grand Dukes of Victoria would react sooner or later. The day when Londinium was besieged by the Dukes could be expected, and it would not be too far away.

Manfred raised his head at the bottom of the stairs and glanced at Tracy's expression, but happened to meet Tracy's eyes. He suddenly felt embarrassed and wanted to look away.

But Teresis stopped him: