Chapter 280 Lanqi thinks that the Demon King’s army is just like this
“…”
Lanqi felt that this woman named Gloria did not seem like an enemy.
She did not have strong malice towards herself, but rather more complicated emotions, perhaps jealousy, questioning, and unwillingness to accept, but not hostility.
Lanqi quickly understood that this person should be a direct soldier lurking in the Protoss Royal Academy.
He is also from their Tyrant branch.
His authority is even higher. As long as he uses [Certificate of Saint - Tyrant] to sense, anyone holding [Certificate of Resurrection - Tyrant] will be subtly sensed by him.
But she seemed a little unhappy.
Lanqi could only smile helplessly and express his friendliness to her.
His emerald green eyes were naturally flawless, and his expression contained a hint of sadness and concern.
“……!?”
This made Gloria clench her fists, and veins on the back of her hands bulged.
In her opinion, Lanqi's expression at this moment seemed to be saying: Sid just likes me, there's nothing I can do about it.
Gloria suppressed the throbbing blood vessels on her forehead and turned her head away, no longer looking at Lanqi.
I really want to punch this Matcha guy!!
He didn't say a word, but it seemed even more extreme than calling her stupid.
How could the Catholic Church fall for such a guy! !
This bastard doesn't look like someone from their Tyrant branch at all. Instead, he looks more like the guys from the Destruction branch. If he happens to be a sealer, then he will be a strong competitor to the Son of Destruction.
Gloria didn't plan to say anything more to this tyrant Holy Son.
He is indeed favored and there is nothing we can do about it.
Today she followed the Tyrant Saint here just to see what good he was! When the two stopped communicating, the students who gradually came to the classroom sat down alone, with almost no conversation. The slight sounds of the desks and heavy books echoed in the classroom.
Every corner of the history classroom is immersed in the pale white tones of natural light in the winter morning. The historical maps and chronologies on the walls sway gently in the breeze, and the vines and leaves outside the windows sway in the wind, bringing a hint of light and shadow changes to the glass windows from time to time.
The footsteps increased, and the light and shadows outside the window became busier.
The classroom was always surrounded by a cold silence.
Until the noise in the classroom stopped as the clock pointed to the hour, all the students consciously and quietly waited for the class to begin.
A series of steady and quick footsteps sounded by the door.
The door slowly opened and a figure appeared in the classroom, its form outlined by the light.
The young man is about 1.85 meters tall, with medium-length hair as black as ink, which occasionally covers his eyes as deep as the starry sky. There is a hint of deep melancholy in his eyes, as if the mysteries of the universe are hidden in them. He wears a black long coat and has a feeling of freedom.
His face was handsome but a little haggard, and it was obvious that he had been staying up late for a long time.
The lecturer of this course is Theodore Arundel, associate professor of the History Department of the Royal Academy of Protoss.
"Okay, students. Although I prefer to maintain an interactive communication with students in most history courses, I hope to finish this section of "Modern History of the Empire" smoothly without being interrupted too many times. Of course, you can still ask questions at any time, but I may not answer them. Is that okay?"
Xiduo's voice is not deep at all, but rather clear and casual.
The students did not comment on Xiduo's straightforward declaration of giving up, but simply responded with silence.
They also knew why Associate Professor Xiduo said that.
The Protoss Empire is currently at the center of a storm, and a kind of Wilfordism is now prevalent.
Once they find an opportunity, they will first identify you as having "incorrect stance" and then ask you to fight hard to prove yourself. If your self-proof is not convincing, they would rather kill you by mistake than let you go.
This doctrine is resisted by many people and also praised by many people.
The modern history of the empire involves the modern history of the northern continent, and is closely related to the current situation of the empire. Every time Xiduo talks about the holy war, the current situation, the causes and the connections, some students may get excited and argue so much that the class cannot continue, and they may even begin to question Xiduo's position.
Xiduo applied for a teaching assistant position at the college, but there was no suitable person to help him maintain classroom discipline.
After all, there are many children of powerful people in the Protoss Royal Academy, and no one with a normal mind would want to or dare to offend them.
Xiduo placed the yellowed book in his hand on the desk and turned on the magic projection behind him.
First he didn't say anything, just played a video.
As the dusk deepened, the colorful rays of light were blocked by thick black clouds, and the entire sky was cast in an ominous shadow.
In the distance, something is slowly approaching. The seemingly bottomless black hole, upon closer inspection, reveals that it is actually many human figures covered in heavy black armor. However, they are not humans, but a group of hideous demons. Each demon has deep scars on his body, and there is a fanatical flame flashing in his eyes. They are so ferocious that they seem to have crawled out of hell.
But when this force arrived, everything changed.
The sky was swallowed by thick red fog, as if a demonic eye that was about to explode was staring at the earth.
This used to be a quiet town, but now it has become a slaughterhouse of death. The afterimages of gunpowder smoke and war sway between the ruins. Body parts that have been shattered beyond recognition are scattered under the ruins of the houses. The bloodstains have turned into dried dark red marks, and the smell of blood in the air is more sickening than any stench.
This land has been cursed and has become no different from hell. Every inch of the air is filled with suffocating fear until the breath of life completely disappears.
All that was left were mountains of corpses, faces twisted in pain, despair and terror.
Those bloody figures that seemed to be there and not there, like evil spirits, quickly wandered around every corner of the town, carrying with them broken flesh and blood and hungry thirst.
"This video did not happen a hundred years ago, but a year ago. People suspect that the ghost of the Demon King's special killing team has returned again."
The picture behind Xiduo flickered, and he spoke calmly.
People in the north were in panic.
He even craved the protection of the Bishop of Silence rather than face those cruel demons.
The other northern kingdoms did not acknowledge that these demons came from their own country.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
But even if this group of demons came from the depths of the disaster-stricken land in the far north, they still need to pass through the northern countries, and they definitely need a stronghold.
Later, more and more evidence and accusations pointed to problems in the Kingdom of Aethertalan.
The investigation report also pointed out that the border towns near the Kingdom of Aethertalan have a very high rate of missing people over the years.
Finally, everyone in the north was in danger, and the panic gradually spread to the imperial capital. In the end, they chose to expel the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, which had deep roots with the Kingdom of Aethertalan, and welcomed the Church of Resurrection. This did not seem like a conspiracy of the Church of Resurrection, because there were huge conflicts among the several bishops and branches in the northern continent, and they could not unite. Even the people in charge of the empire had to fight to reach a result.
"From the current perspective, the war between the Protos Empire and the Esseltailan Kingdom is inevitable, and the other northern kingdoms will not sit idly by and watch the Esseltailan Kingdom be annexed by the Protos Empire. No matter what, this is a battle..."
Xiduo stopped talking here and didn't continue.
This is a no-win, bad war.
But this war was in line with the historical foundation and trend of the Protoss Empire over the past hundred years. Going to war with an alien race can only be said to be the general trend.
Even if this opportunity is not needed, there will be other opportunities to detonate it.
Perhaps there are many students in the classroom who have their own ideas, such as questioning whether there is a problem with the cause of this war, whether the evidence including this video is true, and whether there is any other conspiracy behind this war.
But any sober person would not ask these questions in public, otherwise he would be suspected of having a serious anti-war stance.
“…”
Lanqi sat in the back row of the classroom, staring at the images of the Demon King's army recorded on the screen, thinking.
In the main story of the game, which is about a year later, the northern continent will be caught in a long and continuous war.
The cause was the same as what Xiduo had described.
Actually, there is nothing wrong.
From Lanqi's perspective, the only thing that doesn't match is one thing -
That is the number of provinces.
After Lanqi came to the Northern Continent, he repeatedly confirmed that the Protoss Empire currently has 17 provinces.
A year later, the territory of the Proteus Empire changed, with only 15 provinces in the mainland.
After checking the map, Lanqi found that two provinces in the north had disappeared out of thin air.
This means that no one knows what will happen in this war in the future, leading to an unknown and huge tragedy in the northern province.
To cause such harm, the natural disaster caused by the failure of the eighth-level shadow world is not powerful enough, and the failure of the ninth-level shadow world is too small to be caused by a natural disaster.
"What's that expression on your face?"
Gloria, a soldier directly under the Catholic Church, looked at Lanqi strangely.
She noticed that the gentle and harmless Lanqi frowned slightly.
As the Holy Son of Tyrant, would he make a fuss about the demons?
"I always feel like these guys aren't demons."
Lanqi held his chin and muttered in confusion.
Compared with the Ikerite Five, who were trained by him using the orthodox teaching methods of the Infernal Corridors Academy, this army was still a little lacking.
(End of this chapter)