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The war finally began. It seemed that war had never stopped in the world. Su Yun watched the army march out from the royal city. Even if the ancient country was so corrupt, their army still had a sense of pride.
The purpose of this war was to uphold the royal power, but with deliberate beautification, it looked like a pilgrimage of justice.
But there was nothing that could be done about it. After all, the outcome of this battle for the throne had already been determined. The empire was the one with the best army. Although their land area was far smaller than that of Ceylon, their combat effectiveness was just the opposite.
So is there any need to respond to a war that is doomed to fail? Of course, war serves the kingship, and the uses of war are definitely not limited to conquest and protest.
As for the people who will be sacrificed and the property that will be paid for it - they are just weights of limited value on the scales for the monarch to choose from.
After all, the lives of soldiers and their families are only part of the territory and power. Those in power are not born without compassion, but when countless data are piled in front of them, they will naturally abandon frivolous emotions.
Su Yun is now nominally the King of Ceylon, and countless reports are submitted to him every day, but it is still Theresa who makes the decisions, and Su Yun only needs to stamp them.
Countless huge data torrents flowed in front of Su Yun. Ceylon's battle lines collapsed one after another, the number of casualties increased day by day, and even the maids in the palace would occasionally show nervous expressions.
But only occasionally.
The rose garden in the palace was as beautiful and fragrant as ever, and new ancient books were constantly being sent to the royal library. Su Yun had personally experienced countless battlefields, but this was the first time he had sat on such a high place and watched.
Just think about it, a luxurious afternoon tea in a bright flower garden would actually occur at the same time as the painful wails in a stinking trench. The class division could actually bring about such a strange contrast.
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Theresa strode down the corridor, and the court maids lined up neatly behind him, following his steps with difficulty.
The attendant reported as he walked, his report was interrupted by his fast pace: "...Your Highness's equestrian teacher requests to resign..."
Theresa: “Rejected.”
The aide-de-camp quickly withdrew and left the corridor with the Grand Duchess's order. Another aide-de-camp stepped forward urgently: "The latest news is that King Depp wrote a letter to Venohan. This is most likely a signal of cooperation between the two countries..."
"Keep waiting." Teresa said calmly.
Answer, "If Winohan makes any move, we will contact Pangbo immediately. We will not lack allies on this continent."
Depp is the country where Julia is now. The letter he wrote to Theresa was indeed a declaration of war. It was written in a very high-sounding manner, but it was a pity that the words between the lines were all "you are looking for death". This letter entertained God the Father very well, so Theresa was willing to do her the honor of writing a letter back.
Winohan and Pangbo are two other top countries, and Jasmine and Isis are their kings respectively.
This time, several little plagues were thrown everywhere, and the only one close to them was Julia. Jasmine and Isis were confronting each other on the coastline, and Anita was even more unlucky. Although his territory this time was vast, he was far overseas, and basically had no chance of meeting his father this time.
Perhaps it was for this reason that the little white snake would cling to the Father God every day, rubbing against him and acting coquettishly. When Theresa came from behind the corridor, what she saw was the Father God being entangled by the white snake.
This time, Su Yun's eye color also changed. The silver eyes were replaced with pure black, but the abyss-like demonic charm had never changed this time.
In the shadow of the corridor pillar, a white snake climbed up the young man's arm and sleeve to his shoulder. At first glance, the white snake looked like a work of art inlaid with ivory and ruby. Under normal circumstances, Theresa would not care about such a small thing, but now it was as eye-catching as a poisoned needle.
The young man with black hair and silver eyes was still wearing a black robe. He sat under the pillar at the side of the corridor with an open thin book placed flat on his knees. The old black-grey cover of the book made the young man's hands look pale and slender.
No matter the black hair or the black robe, everything makes this young man wrapped in the purest color. No matter the bright red roses outside the corridor or the dazzling metal decorations inside the corridor, all the colorful and messy colors can only stop here. This is a place where even the sunlight is not allowed to run wild.
The white snake coiled its small body on the young man's shoulder socket, raised its head high, and pressed its snake kiss against the side of his face with lingering affection. Its scarlet snake tongue moved in and out, rubbing against the young man's cheek, and occasionally it would wantonly brush across his light-colored thin lips, which in turn made Father God couldn't help but smile.
Theresa reached out her hand to stop the servants and maids behind her from following. She strode forward and sat down beside the Father God: "My God, you are here."
His god smiled: "Teresa, you are here."
The white snake felt threatened and turned to Theresa.
Spit out letters.
However, the queen did not take this little thing seriously at all. She tidied up the loose hair on her king's temples and pinched the white snake's tail at the same time. However, the snake's seven-inch body could not restrain Anita's little snake. The little snake turned around and showed its fangs, biting Theresa's wrist hard.
A sweet smell mixed with a fishy smell rose faintly. Anita's snake venom was even stronger than Jasmine's. In just a blink of an eye, Theresa's palm and wrist were rotten to the point where the bones were visible. The next moment, even the joints on her fingertips turned black and shattered!
Fortunately, there were no humans around at this time, otherwise this weird and terrifying scene would have shocked the entire palace.
The poison and pain spread upwards along with the venom of the snake, but Theresa let it run rampant. She even looked at her God with a slight smile: "My God, it is too dangerous. Please don't bring it with you."
The white snake hissed angrily, but just as it was about to continue climbing onto Theresa's arm, a hand reached out from behind and pinched its head.
"Anita!"
Su Yun scolded in a low voice, he pulled the little white snake back into his arms, then reached out and held up Theresa's wrist, which had turned into a skeleton.
Theresa wanted to pull her hand back: "My God, please don't touch it. There is still poison left."
Su Yun frowned slightly. He eased his strength but did not let go. "Theresa, does it hurt?"
The decay that had spread to the forearm came to an abrupt halt, the blackened bones recovered, flesh and blood climbed up the lonely skeleton again, and then the skin attached itself.
In an instant, Theresa's wrist returned to normal. If her sleeve had not been badly damaged, the horrific incident would have seemed like an illusion.
Theresa lowered her eyes, her deep blue eyes were like a pool of spring water, and she said honestly, "It hurts a lot, my God."
Su Yun sighed softly: "Since you feel pain, then next time, protect yourself and don't let..."
Su Yun suddenly remembered that these little plagues would not be obedient. Theresa had participated in no fewer fights than Alice, so he sighed again: "At the very least, don't let your brothers hurt you."
"Yes, my God." Theresa smiled gently, "You too, please give me Anita's snake. It is very dangerous."
Su Yun shook his head helplessly: "It's always like this when I'm here. If I'm not here...what will happen to you guys?"
Teresa asked gently, "Are you leaving?"
Su Yun nodded: "I still need to go see the other children.
Son, Alice will be in your care during this time."
Alice threw his brothers all over the place, so Su Yun had no choice but to walk around.
Theresa blinked. “Okay, I understand.”
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
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God the Father left.
Theresa stood in front of the rose garden, the fragrance filled the entire palace, but it was a pity that the Father God was no longer on the land of Ceylon.
The aide-de-camp anxiously reported the depressing news: "... a great defeat, the front collapsed, Depp occupied Xiasili, our losses... the number of casualties..."
Theresa listened to the terrible news indifferently. After the aide-de-camp finished his report, he ordered: "Summon all the ministers immediately."
The war had reached a point at which a treaty could be concluded.
The aide left in panic. West Asia was the richest land in Ceylon, but now it was occupied by the enemy. Not only that, Depp's army was also stationed on the border, and they were unstoppable.
King Depp's letter was once again sent to the court of Ceylon. An unequal treaty was about to be established. Ceylon would cede the wealthy West Asia Siri to Depp in exchange for Depp's recognition of the queen's legitimacy.
Teresa carelessly played his role according to the script of history. This time, the envelope Julia sent him contained only a blank piece of paper - since God the Father was no longer by Teresa's side, Julia would not give him a drop of ink.
But they didn't need to communicate, after all, they had done the same thing countless times.
The divine servant who replaced the king walked silently behind Theresa. Theresa stuffed the white paper back into the envelope. The solemn letter spontaneously combusted in his hands without fire, and in an instant it turned into a pile of ashes and dispersed in the wind.
Theresa looked up at the sky, where was the temple of God that was invisible to mortal eyes, and now there was only one last pillar left in the temple.
Flora... This overly arrogant monarch actually attempted to challenge God's authority. This alone was enough to make Theresa determined to kill him.
Julia coveted Flora's power, and Theresa was not happy to see the "king" awaken. Although their goals were completely opposite, they reached a silent and brief consensus.
Theresa walked down the steps slowly, the silver-purple flame dancing in her palm. The strange flame emitted a biting chill, burning Theresa's palm black.
This was Julia's fire, and when the battle that would sweep across the entire continent began a few years later, Theresa would mix it with Flora's fire.
Flora, it’s better not to wake up.
The author has something to say: Today I reviewed Zhang San’s psychological process, and then deleted the resource search tutorial in the previous chapter.
Ladies and gentlemen, be self-reliant!
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Muah!
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