People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Terra had a god. He had learned this from Ernst when he first met him.

He was not too surprised by this, and could even be said to be much calmer than Ernst had imagined.

In Levi's words: "I am a scientist and a materialist. If there really is an omniscient and omnipotent God in the world, what I would do is certainly not to deny Him, but to seek from Him the answers to the questions that countless comrades have worked so hard to pursue."

"Of course, if, as you said, the God of Terra is not omniscient and omnipotent, but a more powerful creature, then I will not deny it. It's not like humans haven't seen creatures more powerful than themselves. We can't beat cheetahs in speed, we can't beat lions in strength, and in terms of wisdom, we have only just emerged from ignorance. There are creatures in the world that are more powerful than us, so what's so strange about that."

"Besides, I've even experienced time travel before. Do you still need to worry about my ability to accept such a small matter?"

However, despite all the talk and noise, Levi is still looking forward to the power of the real god (behemoth).

The Man of Steel that Yelagund had blessed was the only choice this time.

I just wonder if Flame Demon will like this gift?

Chapter 189 Welcoming Team

Tremont, Columbia. The night before the Balrog operation.

The Flame Demon has been waiting for this day for a long time.

As a fire demon in the royal court, he once had a legendary life.

Others are born with a golden key in their mouths, but he is slightly different from them. He was born with a golden gun in his mouth.

At that time, the Sarkaz were in a period of decline. Kazdel was built and then destroyed. The coalition forces of the gods and the ancestors pressed forward step by step, gradually compressing Kazdel, which once spread all over the land, into just a tiny corner.

But the gods who wielded great power were still relentless and tried to completely destroy the nerve center of the Sarkaz - the Demon King and the Royal Court. The massive coalition army approached Kazdel in a mighty manner, and the Demon King at that time chose the same path as countless other demon kings.

"Fuck you!"

Needless to say, the final result.

The Sarkaz were indeed very strong, and the power of the Ten Kings Court should not be underestimated, but the gods and ancestors at that time were no less powerful. The blood demons could manipulate blood and cause blood tides, and the elves could manipulate water flows and use water as soldiers. The stone-winged demons could summon the power of the earth, raise dust and awaken the colossus, and the feathered serpents could soar into the sky, causing the howling wind to cover the sky and the earth.

The strength of the Sarkaz is that the Gods and the ancestors can confront each other head-on, but the number of the Gods and the ancestors is by no means comparable to that of the Sarkaz who occupy a mere city of Kazdel.

Moreover, the Ten Kings were not united. The Demon King at that time came from the King's Court of the Cyclops, and he had seen the outcome of the war in advance and showed extreme pessimism from the beginning.

With such a defeatist leader, the Sarkaz court was also divided to a certain extent. The radical factions such as the blood demons and banshees demanded to defend Kazdel to the death, suck the blood of the invaders, and distort the invaders' population. The Cyclops, who were inclined to the demon king of their own race, and the liches who cherished their lives and did not want to be too involved in the war, chose to evacuate.

The coalition forces finally broke through Kazdel again without any suspense, and as the saying goes, there are loyal ministers in a chaotic country!

At this moment, the Lord of the Flame Demon King's Court at that time, the Grand Marshal of Kazdel's troops, took the initiative to assume the responsibility of covering the retreating troops of the Demon King and the Sarkaz, blocking the coalition forces before they broke through the city and planned to pursue!

How powerful the Lord of the Fire Demon was, at that time a green-haired Filin who did not want to reveal his name once commented:

"He wielded flames, turning the battlefield into purgatory. His spells were not as delicate and elegant as the banshee's, nor as bloody and terrifying as the blood demon's, but they were awe-inspiring and vast, sweeping away everything and forcing the coalition forces to retreat."

"He set everything on fire, from the grass and trees to the earth, from the gods and their spells, even the void was burning with his flames. He held back several commanders of the coalition army by himself until he died of exhaustion."

What a great scene it was. Even today, thousands of years later, that battle is still fresh in the mind of the Fire Demon, as if it happened yesterday.

And he, the Fire Demon, was the Lord of the Fire Demon King's Court back then... and one of his soldiers!

Ahem, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Although he is not the Lord of the Royal Court, he is definitely not an ordinary Sarkaz. As a soldier who can be selected into the personal guard of the Lord of the Fire Demon, the Fire Demon possesses extraordinary combat power!

Back then, he was also a warrior who could stand on his own, standing in front of the coalition forces together with many fire demons. The flames from his roars had caused the air to burn and explode, and the heat waves he created had caused the opposing feathered serpents to flutter and fly!

Unfortunately, everyone was only paying attention to the Fire Demon King who fought to his last breath, and no one cared about the guards who also died on the battlefield.

Just like now, those Colombians, who cannot even be called the people of God, descendants of the ancestors without any blood power, have been pointing fingers at their own fragments for so long, but have never remembered to ask his name.

His name was Safar. He had fought off the siege of five feathered serpents by himself, and finally fell under the light spear of a golden Pegasus. On that battlefield, each soldier of the Flame Demon Guard had to face at least ten times more enemies. But the Columbians who wanted to make him into a weapon didn't care about these things.

They only care about themselves!

Of course, when Safar is really resurrected, he may understand that Colombians may not be as arrogant as he imagined.

The reason why no one asked Safar's name was simply because most of the Sarkaz today did not even have a "name".

After ten thousand years of bloody battles, the Sarkaz went from defending the world, to defending the country, to defending the city, and then to defending a village, a group of people, and a culture. In the end, they failed to defend anything, not even their own name.

Tikarz, how many Sarkaz still remember this name now?

Perhaps it was precisely because she realized that if the fighting continued like this, the Sarkaz would not even be able to keep the name "Sarkaz" that Theresa made a 180-degree turn and chose to reconcile with today's malicious world despite the misunderstanding of the vast majority of Sarkaz and even the division and hatred between Theresis and the royal court.

This is a great courage. In the future, people will use the words of the narrator in the phenomenal novel "Ers" to describe this spirit:

“There is only one kind of heroism in the world, that is, to love life after seeing the truth of life.”

I have seen the truth of the world, tasted the world's malice, and experienced real injustice and discrimination, but I still love life, love the Sarkaz, and love this land.

Of course, this is a story.

Safar has waited too long for this day.

Although he is now just a remnant of consciousness on a fragment, and even his memories are largely missing and incomplete, and although his strength has changed from burning mountains and boiling seas to the current "pot crust, fire-breathing" with limited range and mediocre power, but this is not a problem!

Those Columbia scientists, who are powerless, are trying to turn the fire demon into a weapon!

Although this is very ungentlemanly, since he didn't fight them thousands of years ago, he would fight them again thousands of years later! Since he couldn't beat their ancestors, at least he could bully their descendants severely!

What matters is not how strong you are, but how long you can survive!

In this regard, the Sarkaz who possess the magical "dead soul form" are far more powerful than those gods and people who turn into ashes after death!

Safar has made preparations. When he officially gets rid of the weak body of the little girl and moves into the mecha tomorrow, he will start his revenge!

First, use your power to melt everything, even the power of Originium, to burn out any spell restrictions that may exist on the mecha, then quickly burn those hateful scientists, escape from this laboratory, and finally burn, burn, burn, burn in this city!

He was not worried that the Colombians would be able to deal with him, and he was not sitting here stupidly during this time.

Thanks to the scientist named Levi, his magical technology awakened his consciousness ahead of time. Although he was half asleep and half awake in the early stage and was very weak, and even lost the battle for body dominance to the little girl named Ifrit, he still saw and heard a lot of information about Colombia through Ifrit's eyes and ears.

This city is full of scientists like Levi. These professionals stay in this building called laboratory every day to study. I guess their fighting ability is not that strong.

In this country, the gods and people are almost extinct, and there are only a few active ancestors left. This means that it is almost impossible for the gods and people who master powerful spells to form an alliance and fight against him together, as they did thousands of years ago!

This way, no one can stop him!

He wins for sure!

.........

At the same time, Defense Department Office.

Saria looked at Levi who had delivered the final list, then glanced at the list in her hand and sighed.

"I don't need to pursue the fact that Ernst was the winner. After all, the robot he sent did pass the test and met the requirements."

"But honestly, is it necessary for so many people to go? This is an experiment, not a performance."

It can be.

Levi thought in his mind.

He has received news from Ernst that tomorrow, Columbia Vice President Wilson will arrive in Tremont, and the first company he will visit will be Rhine Life.

Rhine Life had not received any information before, and Saria seemed to know nothing about the matter.

There is no doubt that this must be the work of my fellow villager.

It goes without saying why Vice President Wilson chose this time to come.

Even though Saria looks like she has a headache now, Levi can imagine that when Wilson arrives and runs into the military representatives, the scene will be...tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Let Saria worry about it.

Levi apologized to the dedicated deputy chief in his heart, and emphasized without blushing:

“This is a necessary candidate.”

Seeing Levi's serious look, Saria could only nod.

"alright."

Although there are more people, all of them do have more or less connection with the Flame Demon Project, and they cannot be called "irrelevant persons".

Having accomplished his goal, Levi finally forced a smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand, shook hands with Saria, and wished:

"I wish tomorrow's experiment a smooth and successful outcome."

Saria did not refuse the handshake, but she still kept a straight face and reminded:

"I hope so, but please don't let up."

Levi nodded, and after a brief conversation, he confirmed that there was nothing else, then turned and left the office.

Saria glanced at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock, which was the earliest time she had gotten off work in recent times.

"Go to bed early, you'll be busy tomorrow."

After comforting herself with these words, Saria felt tired when she thought about the press conference that might be held tomorrow after the experiment, as well as the product introduction and negotiation meeting with military representatives.

Kristen, you're a hands-off boss. You seem to be having a great time in Kjerag. When the hell are you coming back?

Sighing, Saria also left the office.

Perhaps she was too tired, she forgot to turn off the desk lamp when she left.

In the light of the desk lamp, several names on Levi's list of invited visitors were clearly visible.

[Acting Chief: Seria]

[Project leader: Levi]

[Deputy Project Leader: Ahrendts Parvez]

[Body provider: Miloqi Mingdeng]

[My friend: Ernst Shivaash (and his subordinates)]

This is for invited guests only.

Chapter 190: Tracy: Is it possible for a Wendigo to be in Kjerag?

Tremont, Columbia.

It is not easy to sneak into this city. Although Colombia's discrimination against Sarkaz is not as blatant as in other countries, it is rather "tolerant" and chilling, but this tolerance is deceptive.

The relaxation of normal channels for entering Colombia also means stricter scrutiny of illegal channels. As we all know, those who can enter Colombia through normal channels, even if they are Sarkaz, have some savings. The real poor, infected patients, and proletarians, even if they come to this so-called most tolerant country on earth with hope, will be turned away without hesitation.

As a result, people staying in Colombia praise the country's equality and freedom, while those who despise the country's double standards and hypocrisy are all from outside Colombia. Thus, a large-scale survivor bias is formed.

“Those who slander Colombia must have received gold pounds from the Grand Duke of Victoria! Otherwise, even if they just come here to travel and walk on the streets of Colombia, they can feel how much this country respects its people!”

These people don't realize that what they call "traveling" and "walking on the streets" are such extravagant requests for those who can't even step into the door of Colombia. Under Colombia's persistent publicity, even if they know the plight of people outside, they can only sigh: "It's because these people don't work hard enough. If they work a little harder, maybe they can change their fate and enter Colombia?"

Theresis was already accustomed to such boring remarks, and by now, he had even lost the desire to debate with these people.

Sitting in the smuggling truck of the human traffickers, he got used to hearing the complaints of people hidden in the narrow cargo compartment, and was tired of seeing the resentful expressions on the pale and skinny faces.

They are too weak. Fortunately, they are not Sarkaz, otherwise they would not even have the right to survive.

Of course, this cannot be said too confidently. After all, Tracy is not the only Sarkaz in this narrow carriage.

The person squeezed next to Tresis was also a Sarkaz. He had a hideous scar on his face, but he didn't have the temperament of a warrior at all. One of his eyes was covered with a layer of white film, obviously blind, and the remaining eye had not stopped to look at the people around him since entering the carriage.

He had just sat down in the carriage when the other stowaways started to make a noise. Tracy knew what they meant. According to the rules, those who entered the carriage later had to share their stories for everyone to laugh at.

Using other people's painful past as a source of happiness is the only entertainment for people on a boring journey.

Tracy didn't do such a boring thing. When he got on the bus, there were also a few illegal immigrants making a fuss.

But when later people got on the bus, Tracy was the only one left in the carriage.

The human smugglers won't care about such things. The quality of the illegal immigrants is never very high, and it is common for fights to break out in the carriage due to quarrels. If everyone had higher quality and ability, they would have entered Colombia through normal channels long ago. Since everyone is on this train, they are all the same. If they are not as skilled as others and are beaten to death or injured and thrown out of the train, they can only blame their bad luck.

Besides, the human smuggler had already collected the money when the passengers got on the car. He was only responsible for driving the car into Colombia. As for what happened in the car, who cared?

Just don't damage the car. If you do, you'll have to pay for it.

Under the threat of everyone's chatter, the scarred Sarkaz man was finally forced to start his story.

According to him, he was born in Ursus. Although he was a Sarkaz and was born in that terrible country, he was very lucky. Firstly, he was not caught and mined in the black mines, and secondly, he was not infected with mineral disease. He can be said to be a winner in life among the Sarkaz.

"Not only that, my ancestors followed Bozhukas as captain!"

Scarface Sarkaz raised his voice with a hint of pride and glanced at the people in the narrow carriage, but received no expressions of admiration from anyone else's faces.