People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Agor spans the entire ocean, whose area far exceeds that of the landmasses. With the help of the legacy of ancient civilizations, Agor developed to its peak, with a population reaching tens of billions!

The sheer number of cities they've lost and the number of people they've killed or wounded during these years of war with Haisi alone is well over ten million.

Heratia would not refuse if the lives of millions could bring victory and peace.

Agor certainly values ​​individual life and does not advocate for sacrifice, but we should not test humanity in extreme situations, nor should we underestimate a civilization's determination to survive.

Unless life is personified as distinct individuals, they are merely abstract numbers.

Agor will live on forever!

"Consul Spateno, have you thought this through?"

Heratia's voice gradually turned cold.

Spateno felt as if his last bone had been removed; he was drenched in sweat, slumped down, and bowed his head.

"I... I am not capable of this arduous task."

He was afraid.

He was afraid of becoming the sinner who caused the deaths of millions.

Therefore, he chose to end his political life.

Heratia's pursuit followed closely behind:

"Spateno, Agor is at a critical juncture of life and death, yet you want to shirk your responsibility as consul to serve Agor?"

“I can step down from the position of consul.”

Spateno said.

"You should feel ashamed."

Heratia turned her head away, no longer looking in Spateno's direction.

Spateno's phantom disappeared, and the hall fell into a brief uproar. The other consuls looked at each other, seemingly not expecting this outcome.

Unexpectedly, Heratia directly removed a consul from the meeting—even though he had already stated that he was resigning from the position.

They didn't know that Spateno was the first to leave during this purge, but he certainly wouldn't be the last.

Hera's gaze fell on Clementa, a smile blooming on her cold face, sudden and devoid of warmth:

“Clemensa, how about I leave this matter to you? You’ve been in contact with Mr. Ernst, so you know his bottom line best.”

Clementa shuddered; for the first time, this old friend who called her "little devil ray" felt somewhat unfamiliar.

But she nodded nonetheless; she knew she had no other choice.

"It is obligatory."

Chapter 889 You Gave Us a Home

January 22, 1096 in the Terra calendar.

Shelag, Ulanyburg, Kazdelnia transfer station.

The lich's warp portal opened, and two of Ernst's old acquaintances emerged from it.

Manfred and Ersu pulled their clothes tighter.

The January winds in Kjerag were still quite biting. Although Kjerag was showing signs of warming this year, Ersula, dressed in a style that only covered the Prime Meridian and left the Eastern and Western Hemispheres shrouded in a layer of silk, didn't sneeze when she came out. This was purely due to the high Sarkaz stats.

Of course, the cold was part of it, but the more important thing was the anxiety in my heart.

They are considered high-ranking war criminals. If Victoria is stricter in its crackdown, they will also have to go to a military court and be tried.

Princess Theresa saved their lives, but that was all.

They too must follow the Carrion Eaters to the far north ice plains to fight the remaining demonic remnants there, until their merits can wash away their sins, or until the Terran kingdoms are renewed to the next generation.

If we only consider the lifespan of a Sarkaz, the second method actually has a higher success rate.

Regardless, General Theresis has left, and Princess Theresia will remain in Kazdelnia to declare her legitimacy. On the far north ice plains, there will be no one left to shelter them from the wind and rain.

Even the carrion king, Nezile, couldn't do it. He himself was in dire need of protection, so protecting his people was his responsibility as king.

Manfred had imagined this day countless times, but when it finally arrived, he felt just like a college graduate entering the workforce, filled with confusion and trepidation. Any excitement or hope he might have felt had been completely extinguished by the gunfire from Lentinium.

He looked at Ernst in front of him, and at Fremont, Ramalyn, Hadley, Nastya, and the others standing beside him, and took a deep breath:

"Princess Theresa will be here soon. She is giving Lord Niezley her final instructions."

"Niecilei!"

Standing next to Ernst, Ramalyn's face showed a hint of nostalgia.

The six heroes of Sarkaz were once comrades-in-arms who fought side by side on the battlefield, bravely battling the enemy.

The Sarkaz are actually a race that cherishes the past, and Ramalen always kept that sentiment in her heart.

In fact, Nezire and the others, including Ducarre who arrived too late and failed to become one of the Six Heroes, were no exception. Otherwise, in the original storyline, Logos (Aifanir) would have been instantly killed by the two of them. There would have been no story of Ducarre helping Logos activate his bloodline online, forcibly giving him a cheat code. Nezire, the mighty King of Carrion, defeated his opponent but forgot to finish him off, and overlooked such an obvious witchcraft vehicle, watching Logos resurrect with full health.

It's all about human relationships and social customs; it's all about unspoken understanding.

Now that the timelines have crossed, Ramalen also holds the same respect for the "God of War" who deserves the admiration of all Sarkaz.

"Would he be willing to come out and talk?" Ramalyn asked tentatively.

Fremont shook his head: "I asked Niezley, and he doesn't plan to leave the passage. A lot of people are watching this journey."

The nations lacked the means to explore subspace, but to ensure that no deserters would be found among the tundra garrison during transport, they requested Ernst to provide the location of each passage's opening.

Take Sherag for example, there are quite a few Victorian spies here, not just the Grey Hat family from Castle.

Ernst coughed softly and looked at the somewhat disappointed Lamarle:

"Ms. Lamarle, where's your car?"

He felt that Sarkaz was sometimes really inflexible.

Bozokasti had this problem; Yelena's Originium Arts were chronically out of control, causing her body temperature to remain at an extremely dangerous level, posing a risk of frostbite to anyone touching her skin. Instead of seeking medical help, he went and got Yelena a Sarkaz amulet.

If they hadn't had access to medical care back in the tundra, it wouldn't have been so bad. But now, both of them were permanent staff members of the World Summit, having obtained the ultimate answer to the universe—permanent positions! And what was the result? They worked incredibly hard, but they didn't take any of the perks, leaving Ernst speechless.

In the end, it was Ernst who helped arrange a consultation with Rhine Lab and Rhodes Island, and treatment began, which barely brought the condition under control.

Otherwise, Bozokasti and Yelena wouldn't have been able to stay with Talulahhoho in the highly polluted environment of Londinium.

The same goes for Lamaren.

When you were playing with your toy car following your son, weren't you quite good at it? How come you forgot now?

If you want to chat, go ahead and chat. As long as you don't openly call each other brothers, there won't be any problems.

At worst, the report will say something like this: Ms. Lamaren, a member of the government committee of Kazdelnia, denounced the Sarkaz reactionaries.

Alternatively, Ms. Lamaren, a member of the government committee of Kazdelnia, spoke with the tundra garrison and instructed the Sarkaz garrison: "Without Terra, there is no Sarkaz. Sacrifice your small family for the greater good and guard the northern tundra defense line. It is the scavengers' duty!"

If they can't write it, Ernst can trouble himself to write it for them. He's best at writing these kinds of reports.

I guarantee you'll get full marks!

Lamarle was taken aback, then nodded with some surprise, before summoning a magical cart and placing it into the passageway.

The car had just entered the passage when, in the next second, a foot stepped out.

Theresa tilted her head, looking at the magic cart that had sped into the car beside her, somewhat confused about what had happened.

But upon seeing the people outside the passage, her expression returned to normal. She nodded to Fremont and Ernst, then winked at Lamarle.

Lamaren glared at her.

If Ernst hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known that Theresa had actually been resurrected for some time.

She even came to Shelag once, but deliberately kept it a secret from her!

What a great best friend! So cunning and manipulative, let's just forget about it!

Theresa gave a wry smile and shrugged at Ernst with a hint of helplessness.

Both she and Ernst had many concerns at the time; the situation was chaotic, and not meeting was a temporary measure.

But it doesn't matter. Whether she's just a pretty face or holds real power, she'll likely be in Kazdelnia for quite some time.

Ernst extended his hand.

Theresa handed over the small Originium.

【Anana】.

One of the original Originium.

Ernst was actually very curious, and even wanted to ask Precys if this counted as his "body part".

But thinking about it, he realized the flavor was a bit strong, so he didn't ask.

Back then, atop the Shard, Presis promised Theresa that she would remove the redundant data of the Sarkaz Souls from the Originium, eliminating the Sarkaz's susceptibility to Originium, and pulling Theresa into the Internalized Universe. She then retrieved the Originium and gave it to Ernst.

However, not many people in Terra can use this thing. Ernst doesn't have [Civilization Survival] and can't research Originium. Is he going to give himself a potential boost by using this thing?

Theresa requested the Originium from Ernst, hoping to use it to solve the most pressing power problem for the floating city of Kazdelnia. Ernst agreed.

Incidentally, she also wanted to study [Anana]. She was the native of Terra who knew the most about Originium. She had complex but genuine feelings about this Originium, which had brought the Sarkaz ten thousand years of suffering but had also shaped the land into what it is today.

Ernst then handed it over to her.

This may seem risky, but it's actually not risky at all. This thing has already passed through Precys's hands, what can Theresa possibly do? If she does anything against the rules, the Cyber ​​Demoness will have swift and decisive action.

Now, she has returned the Originium.

Ernst turned around and handed it to Nastie.

This is a necessary process.

The last Demon King, Theresia, personally handed over the original Originium, symbolizing the history of Sarkaz, to Ernst, the representative of the World Summit symbolizing the order of Terra. Ernst then personally handed it over to Nasti.

Nastya is an engineer of Kazdelnia, and strictly speaking, the founding father (or mother) of Kazdelnia V. In the past, her achievements would have been enough to earn her the favor of the Black Crown and make her the new generation of "Builder." But now, with the Black Crown above Amiya and Theresa, Ernst has no idea how it's transmitted, so...

From this moment forward, the [Anana], this tangible Originium used to maintain the entire floating city of Kazdelnia, will replace that small black crown and become the new Sarkaz legacy, to be handed over to each generation of leaders of the floating city of Kazdelnia, and thus to each generation of Sarkaz leaders!

"Take it."

Ernst looked at Nastie, whose breathing was somewhat rapid and heavy. Perhaps it was due to the red light emanating from Anana that her face appeared abnormally flushed.

“I’ve learned about the Sarkaz legends. The Exiles came into contact with Originium to become the first Demon Lords. Anana is more representative of the Sarkaz’s origin and legacy than the Black Crown.”

"Nasti, it's yours now."

"Take this and go announce it."

"You are no longer Sarkaz, you are Tikkaz!"

"You have a home now!"

Nasti stared at Ernst for a long time, until Ernst blushed slightly, before slowly reaching out and taking the Originium from Ernst's hand, nodding gently.

"Yeah, thank you."

"You gave us...a home."

Chapter 890 Rhodes Island Recapture Plan

Shelag, Tukarim.

February in Shelag is far from springtime, but the cold winds have begun to subside and the temperature is gradually rising.

Rhodes Island has been stationed in Kerrig for the past two months. Since returning from the battle of Victoria, and with Dr. Kal'tsit's disappearance, Amiya, Kroos, and Warfarin have had to shoulder the responsibility of maintaining Rhodes Island's development.

Fortunately, Amiya was precocious, and Kroos and Warfarin, although they seemed unreliable, were actually quite shrewd and capable. The three of them controlled Rhodes Island's most crucial central and medical departments, which made things relatively peaceful.

Even Rhodes Island's January monthly financial report showed a significant surplus! (Forwarded from group: →; (=)

Of course, this is largely due to the aftermath of the Lentinium incident.

The Lentinium incident brought a large number of infected people. Given the Grand Duke Victoria's inhuman nature, they should have kicked all these infected people out and left them to fend for themselves.

However, due to the existence of the Human Rights Council at the World Summit, the appeal of Tarula of Lentinium, and the covert efforts of Levy, who brought medicine to Lentinium, under pressure from all sides and the turbulent domestic environment, they had no choice but to reluctantly act as human beings and allocate a portion of the assets from the reconstruction of the military and the divided estates of the two Grand Dukes, the Duke of Fife and the Duke of Wellington, for the soldiers' pensions and retirement benefits.

To be honest, this amount of money is actually quite substantial, but compared to the number of infected people, it's still a drop in the ocean. If any other medical company offered ten times the price, they wouldn't take the job—there's no profit to be made!

So they transferred the money to Rhode Island.

Rhodes Island specializes in this kind of unprofitable business.

Moreover, their Oripathy inhibitor is indeed cheap enough. If the number of infected people is small, setting up a production line specifically for a hundred or so people would indeed result in losses due to factors such as manpower, but with a scale of tens of thousands of people, it is enough for them to make a small profit.