People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

But Talulah is not Victorian.

She turned around and glared fiercely at Clovisia:

Why are you stopping me?

"It's dangerous over there."

Klovishia was about to say that when she met Talulah's gaze, she understood what was going on.

“Even if you don’t believe me, you should at least believe Ernst, right? Since he won’t let you go over, he must have his reasons. Talulah, you’d better stay here and wait for the signal.”

Talulah pouted, somewhat annoyed.

She speaks with honesty, and when it comes to persuading someone through debate, she's no match for a unicorn like Klovesia. Even though Klovesia appears younger, her numerous titles speak volumes about her eloquence.

If you don't have something to say, you won't get by in Victoria.

But then again, although she couldn't win the argument with Clovisia, she came up with another idea.

A sudden idea flashed through Talulah's mind. She looked at Clovisia and said earnestly:

"Clovesia, can't I really go?"

Clovisia nodded, somewhat puzzled.

"This is Ernst's instruction, and you probably don't want to disappoint him."

"Can you go in my place?"

Talulah blinked.

Clovisia's expression froze instantly; her eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, and she pointed at herself incredulously.

“I am Ba Wuqi 6 Si Si Mi Yu》hAN:?”

Talulah nodded: "You."

"But I am..."

"You are immortal, and you are not afraid of death. Even the Black Serpent is not afraid of death, are you inferior to the Black Serpent?"

Talulah said.

Klovishia did not hide her identity as an immortal from Talulah. Talulah only asked Aldey a few questions and found out what a "unicorn" was in Victoria.

"Duke Protector of the Nation," what "Wishing Machine"? The unicorn is just an immortal being like a black snake. He thinks he controls the fate of the nation, but he's merely a parasite dependent on it!

The only difference is that the Black Serpent's methods are far more despicable. It directly possesses them and develops its scales. Anyone with even a modicum of a sense of justice would feel disgusted and chilled to the bone upon seeing this! The Unicorn, on the other hand, is more sophisticated. It calls itself the Wishing Machine and uses the treasures, connections, and secrets it has accumulated over its long life to influence the situation of the entire country from the shadows and select its own agents.

Both sides are essentially doing the same thing, just using different methods.

Talulah deeply despises the immortals. The reason she hasn't broken ties with Clovisia is simply because Clovisia is indeed helping the Self-Salvation Army, and Ernst said that all forces that can be united should be united.

The immortals of Victoria are also part of Victoria, so even though she harbors equal hostility towards the immortals, Talulah still maintains a normal relationship with Clovisia.

There was no preferential treatment, nor any prejudice; she was simply allowed to continue as a member of the Self-Salvation Army, carrying out missions within Lentinium.

What she said was quite right; she had promised Ernst, and it was indeed difficult to go back on her word halfway through. But Ernst hadn't said that others couldn't go and take a look.

Since immortals are so resilient, it shouldn't be a problem for them to go and take a look, right?

Seeing that Clovisia was somewhat reluctant, Talulah said directly:

"Clovesia, can't you make a wish?"

"Then I'll make a wish, Clovisia. Now, please go to the Shard for me, check on Ernst's condition, and then come back! Is that alright?"

Clovisia's face turned pale.

Good grief, when I asked you to make a wish you said you didn't need one, but now you're here waiting for me, aren't you?

No, can't you make a normal wish? Like conquering Victoria or something? Even if it's a higher-level wish that requires a lot of money, Clovisia can easily make it happen.

Seriously, what kind of red dragon have I gotten myself into? You're the opposite of the red dragon on Tara's side, aren't you?

The red dragon of Tara should have been a righteous red dragon, but Abrahana was exceptionally greedy. The red dragon of Lontinim should have been a greedy red dragon, but you, on the other hand, are always thinking about the greater good of the world or about equality for all.

Now that I finally have some wishes besides "world peace and the triumph of justice," the result is that you want me to help you find someone.

How could Clovisia refuse?

She nodded with a pained expression.

No, we have to agree to that.

There's no way around it; that's how the underlying code is written. Unicorns are meant to fulfill their wishes; they have no selfish motives!

Life wasn't really that important to her.

Moreover, no matter how much you try to persuade them, this can be considered a breakthrough from "zero".

We'll give it our all.

With extremely complicated feelings, Clovisia climbed back onto the ground not long after she came down.

The sky outside the sewers was a bright blue, as if it had just experienced a heavy rain. The dark clouds that had shrouded Londinium had dissipated at some point, leaving the sky clear and cloudless.

The crimson glow that had painted half the sky red was gone. At the heart of Londinium, atop the Shard, a flare trailed a red flame as it slowly rose into the air.

Before Clovisia could even react to what had happened in the ten minutes or so she had been downstairs, Allardy's voice rang out, filled with barely suppressed joy:

"Great, Talulah, we've got a signal!"

"Lentinium is saved!"

Talulah also shoved aside Clovisia, who was blocking the exit, and stepped onto the ground.

Looking at the genuine "sudden change in circumstances," she nodded excitedly, a relieved and knowing smile on her face:

"Yes, it's Ernst! Lentinium is saved!"

"Now it's our turn! Contact Lieutenant Colonel Leto and prepare for action!"

Chapter 867 Niecilei: Your mother, the battlefield situation has changed so fast?

Victoria, Lentinium, battlefield.

The army of scavengers has reached its end.

The Shard Tower did indeed undergo an anomaly, and the aura of Anana's arrival did indeed attract the attention of all the powerful figures on this battlefield, but the scheduled artillery bombardment from the Shard Tower did not come.

Victoria's offensive intensified step by step. Even though the scavengers were just a bunch of minions, they had now encountered a truly "high-quality monster sea"!

Not to mention, the Duke of Caesars finally acquired the means to counter the scavenger's witchcraft.

The King's Breath was obtained by Graceia from Talulah and then sent out of the city to be handed over to the Dukes' Alliance. In the presence of Grand Dukes and their agents, including Windermere, Castle, Godottin, and Abrahana, this national sword of Victoria finally revealed its true power.

The sword was inserted into its hilt, and Glory shone forth. The flagship of Duke 6 of Kaister, the [Glory Glory], truly unleashed a radiance powerful enough to cover the entire battlefield!

The soaring radiance dispelled the Sarkaz's magic, disrupted the altar's lasting weakening effect on the Victoria army, and also wiped out the "ultra-high concentration of Originium contamination environment" on the battlefield, which was even more terrifying to the Victoria soldiers than the Sarkaz!

This scene was witnessed by all the Victoria soldiers. For them, it was not only a physical respite, but also an immense boost to their morale!

"Victoria!"

Cheers and roars echoed across the battlefield. It could be said that at this moment, the infinitely divisible state of Victoria finally came to a temporary end. From this moment on, the people of Victoria finally united and fought officially in the name of "Victoria," regardless of any particular duke or city.

At this point, they had faith in their hearts and drive in their bones. For them, they were no longer engaged in an endless tug-of-war or simply fighting a war against the Sarkaz.

They are shaping legends! They are walking alongside the millennia-old history of Victoria, fighting side by side with the heroes of history—the King of the Red Dragon, the King of the Lion, the Knight of Steam, the Sage of the Tower!

"Because the Victorian radiance shines upon them, even though the sky is stained with the unfortunate crimson, they can still see the sun clearly!"

Standing on the deck of the Gastrill, the Duke of Wellington's pale, almost frighteningly pale face flushed slightly, and his cloudy eyes, which made one wonder if he could still see clearly, reflected the shape of the radiance, and for a moment, they became a little moist!

[The Death Knell of the Empire], [The Iron Guard of Wellington], [The Only Grand Duke of Tara], no matter what Wellington thinks of the current Victoria, or how much rebellion he harbors, he will never forget the day more than sixty years ago when he personally led a million Victorian soldiers to break through the invincible high-speed warship formation of Corsica I, and marched straight in to conquer the world capital of Lingons.

That was the most glorious moment of his life!

At that time, he carried the flag of "Victoria"! Regardless of whether he was a "Tara" or not. June 9th - January 3rd!

Some say that Victoria's glory began with the fall of Gaul, and Wellington was the one who created this glory. If any military textbook in Terra does not record the battles led by the Duke of Wellington, then he cannot be considered qualified. He was a man whose very name could make the earth tremble.

However, these textbooks will also say that he is "the Duke of Wellington of Victoria".

He fought for this country for countless years, and it's no wonder he had feelings for it.

Now, the radiance reflected in his eyes evoked countless memories for him.

Lavshini stayed by Wellington's side, and through the connection built by the [Spark of Life], she could feel the old man's excitement at that moment.

She could hardly understand the Duke of Wellington's feelings. Draco had lived longer than Philin, but Lavishini was still too young and had experienced too little.

She was simply fulfilling her duty as a doctor, offering advice:

"Duke Wellington, you are a bit agitated. This is not good for your health. Please calm down as soon as possible."

The Duke of Wellington was pulled back to reality by her voice. He didn't turn around, but instead stared intently at the high-speed warships, infantry fighting vehicles, and Victorian flags emerging from the ranks behind Gastrill. He let out a long breath and asked earnestly:

"Lavshini, how much time do I have left?"

"Don't lie to me, tell me the truth."

Lavshini pursed her lips and answered truthfully:

"If you remain calm, I can last for two more days at most."

“What if I were to take a gamble now?” asked the Duke of Wellington.

Lafsini paused, then saw Wellington slowly turn his head. The Duke's face held that uniquely Victorian arrogance. He lowered his voice and asked again:

"If I want you to restore me to my peak condition from now on, how long can you let me hold on?"

"At most, two hours."

Raphsini's current mastery of Originium Arts is quite good, and her statement indicates that this is the limit of the [Life Spark].

The Duke of Wellington should have died long ago; it was Laphishini who kept him alive. And with that faint spark of life, she nurtured it little by little, adding fuel to the fire, allowing this flame, already as weak as a candle in the wind, to persist for so long.

Wellington's request was tantamount to sending her into a raging fire, extinguishing all remaining life in this mutilated body.

Two hours, no more.

The Duke of Wellington gave a faint, wry smile.

Two hours is still too short.

But he didn't say anything more. Unlike Abrahina, Lafsini was taught by Ernst to be exceptionally "upright," so upright that she didn't seem like a Victorian.

Because of this integrity, Wellington could trust that she was not lying.

He even felt a pang of regret, thinking that if Victoria had been such an upright person, they probably wouldn't have ended up like this.

The old man closed his eyes and shook his head.

When a person is about to die, their words tend to be kind, and they are more likely to develop unrealistic expectations.

Everything was ready except for the final push; the arrow was on the bowstring, and he had no choice but to release it.

Moreover, he had been preparing for this for decades and made countless decisions before finally getting this opportunity. Now that things have come to this, how could he possibly give up the pursuit of the dawn of Tara because of the last glimmer of light cast by this empire?

Victoria, Victoria, Wellington, he doesn't really owe Victoria anything.

He took a deep breath and beckoned to Lavshini, signaling her to begin.

Raphsini gripped her staff tightly, and the light on her chest instantly became incredibly intense. The tip of the flame, which had been extinguished, suddenly reignited, radiating a strong sense of life!

The fire magic, manipulated by Laphsini, gathered at the tip of her staff. As the girl slowly tilted the staff, it gradually landed on Duke Wellington.

In an instant, Wellington's body jolted violently.

The weakened body seemed to be infused with a surge of vitality, and the flames in the chest exploded and burned fiercely, injecting all life into the withered limbs and bones!

If the King of Carrion were to witness this, he would surely be astonished. This spell seemed almost born to counter the decaying magic of carrion eaters; the sudden burst of life force allowed a frail, elderly man to radiate such power!

Wesley Wellington opened his eyes again.

At that moment, Lavshini saw light in his eyes.

The light seemed to have existed from the very beginning, originating from Wellington's heart, yet it also seemed to be merely a reflection of the light from the Glorious that dispelled the Originium environment.

But upon closer reflection, what difference does it make?

The light reflected in the eyes of the old man in his final moments of lucidity is also a final moments of lucidity for this ancient empire.

"Thank you."

With a strong and clear voice, Wellington turned around, walked to the bow of the ship, picked up his communicator, and issued his orders.