Her face is as pure as a girl's

Chune took in Tels and others under the pretext of political asylum and provided them with treatment and resettlement.

The troops on the northern battlefield have not yet withdrawn, and another war is about to begin.

This time it was no longer a battle at the border between the two countries or within the territory of Chunie.

Chugne and Levière soon issued a joint statement to sanction Saranqin's misrule.

There were many voices of opposition in Quone on this point. The parliament, especially the Senate, meant that Li Weier should do this thankless task alone. There would not be much benefit in attacking Saranqin anyway.

The gray-top countries also issued a joint article condemning Chugner and Levière, but they all knew it was just a formality.

If Li Wei'er and Qiu Nie really wanted to join forces now, it would be easy to divide Diao Saranqin directly.

In fact, this move does interfere in the internal politics of other countries. No matter what the reason, replacing a country's uncooperative regime with a leader who suits its wishes makes the country a puppet controlled by the big countries, isn't it?

The conspiracy roaming the streets can't be stopped.

This was used as a bargaining chip in Chugne and Levi's countries. The people of the Gray Top countries condemned it. The people of Saranqin were under stricter control in the dire situation.

The knight who was once seen as a savior became a ruler more terrifying than the last emperor of Zalambra, with absolute force and ruthless and efficient means.

Let alone freedom and dignity, they cannot even guarantee their basic survival. There is no other way except to hope for a breakthrough from outside.

However, they never know whether the next person to ascend the throne will be able to provide them with a good life.

People with meager incomes cannot go out and cannot afford bread.

In such a desperate situation, they threw themselves into the Second Revolution, not for power, but because they had no way out.

“No refugees are coming out…”

Although it was not yet October, snow had already begun to accumulate in the north. Inger stood on a high sentry post, looking out at the far, unobstructed border.

"It's hard to see the situation in Saranqin from here. It's wartime now, so it's hard to get people out." Wu Rui said.

Alex shook his head and said nothing.

But they both knew very well how the flood of refugees that had flooded into Chunie during the time of Sampsis led to its current empty state.

Inger sighed: "Hurry up..."

Cheryl said, “Here we go!”

A few people turned their heads and saw a dozen flying dragons flapping their wings not far away.

Li Wei'er's army surged forward like a dark torrent below.

Inger saw the proud figure on the black dragon's head from a distance and smiled slightly.

Although Elena said that she was not interested in Saranqin, she would try her best to save this shaky country. Her concept of hegemony was based on this, but only she and Mackay Olin could do it. Alex told her that checks and balances were more important than unification.

Although Elena did not accept it completely, she still expressed her tentative approval.

When the enemy comes, what difference will there be between nations and races? At that time, the human race will have to be tied together no matter how reluctantly.

At the end of October, the armies of Levière and Cune were assembled, and the two armies jointly marched towards Saranqin.

On the side of Li Weier, even Emperor Mackaolin was dispatched. Since the main forces had already gathered and headed north, there was no need to worry about Li Weier changing his mind and launching a sneak attack.

As for Chune, half of the Mond territory's garrison troops were also dispatched, led by the Duke of Mond himself.

Inger and Alex had never had such an easy battle in their experience.

A dozen eighth-level knights, dozens of seventh-level knights, are enough to form a wizard team, a dozen dragons, and hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers.

The two armies joined forces and crushed the capital, Izumulu.

Because Chun Palace is located in the fertile land south of Saranqin, the march is not far away.

The armies they met along the way either raised their flags and surrendered directly, or were captured alive. With several great wizards around, there was no need for a fight at all, and they were all captured without getting hurt.

In November, the snow outside Chun Palace was as thick as a blanket.

The Northern Wind Knights surrounded the Spring Palace in layers. Most of them showed no fear on their faces, while the Qiu Li coalition surrounded them.

Aura winked, and immediately a trumpeter stepped forward and shouted, "Andrenong Nabuqi! Your knights have been surrounded by our army. Leave the palace and surrender immediately!"

Alex didn't look at the magnificent palace, but instead scanned the Knights of the North Wind.

"You are first-class knights. You are brave and have firm beliefs." He paused, "Let me ask you, do you remember why you became knights? After becoming a knight, what do you do?"

They were like a group of replica sculptures, motionless.

"Perhaps, your lord was someone you should follow for a lifetime at the beginning, but a person will change and hide. You know better than us what he has done during this period. You also have families. When you look at those skinny people who have nowhere to live, are you really not moved at all?! After living in the empire of ice and snow for a long time, will people's hearts also turn into ice and snow?!"

Alex's tone gradually became angry.

"Is it really worth wasting your meaningless life here?"

Suddenly, a bell rang from the palace.

“Dang—dang—dang—”

All the knights of the Knights of the North Wind heard the bell and quietly put down their swords.

One of them looked at Alex, tears streaming down his face: "…We all have loved ones, so we can only feel sorry for others…"

Alex's pupils shrank.

Inger waved his hand, and hundreds of chains suddenly appeared, binding their hands and feet, and controlling their swords that were pointing at their necks.

However, it was too late.

Blood-red magic circles rose up under the feet of hundreds of high-ranking knights.

From the feet up, the living person turned into bones and blood.

Inger looked up and shouted, "Teleport!"

All the wizards behind him raised their staffs at the command, sent the huge army some distance away, and narrowly escaped from the wildly expanding blood sacrifice array.

Inger took Alex and stood in mid-air, looking down at the Spring Palace.

His eyes went dark and he almost couldn't hold the staff. Alex supported him and he couldn't breathe for a while.

The green vegetation and palaces paved with various green woolen skins are now covered with black and red colors.

There was a garden in the middle of the vast palace complex, and a man walked out from the middle of a road paved with corpses and blood.

She looked up at the figure in the sky, and met Inger's gaze, her toothy smile having a perfect arc.

An unprecedented ninth-level wizard was born.

The emperors of both countries immediately ordered the withdrawal of their troops from the capital.

Although they had anticipated the worst-case scenario and evacuated ordinary citizens from the capital, they did not expect it to happen so quickly.

When the level exceeds the eighth level, the wizard will have the ability to change the world. Ordinary soldiers will just sacrifice in vain.

In the end, only knights and wizards above level seven and dragons were left on the Chun Palace battlefield.

But they were all outside and didn't dare to act rashly.

Elena asked Inger and Alex: "You just said she saw you. Why did she give us time to withdraw?"

Inger groaned in silence.

He is also thinking about this problem.

With Lucia's current abilities, it would be easy for her to escape and hide. Plus, with the new spell collection, long-distance fixed-point teleportation would not be a problem.

She wanted to kill the two allied forces and continue her blood sacrifice, and she could do it.

Why do nothing but stay inside?

Judging from the huge amount of magic power, she has never moved out.

Alex: "...I didn't understand before, what on earth did she want to do?!"

This is what Inger wanted to ask.

The last time Alex spent a lot of effort to destroy the blood sacrifice of Brantasa.

This time, even though they knew her background, they didn't know what this person wanted.

[Just want to destroy the world? ]

[Because she didn't get happiness, everyone should go to hell? ]

No matter how hard Inger tried to think about it, he just couldn't understand the thought process of such an antisocial personality. In fact, even if he understood it, he wouldn't forgive it.

Inside the Spring Palace King's Palace.

Kicking Andrenon's skull aside, Lucia took the throne.

She folded her legs, tilted her head, and looked down at the empty hall filled with the smell of blood.

Silence disturbs the mind in the air.

She said, "It's boring."

Bixi stood stiffly beside her.

Lucia didn't care whether she listened or not. She swung her legs and leaned back on the throne, bored, and continued, "Why do they all like to sit here? It's just a chair. Level nine, it's not that interesting. It's just like being close to demigod, but that's it."

She was in a daze for a while, then suddenly stood up, picked up Bixi, and accurately located the temple inside the palace.

Bixi is still dressed as a bishop.

Light shines into the temple through stained glass.

Lucia knelt down naturally in the light, clasped her hands, and posed.

She performed this pose thousands of times during her time as queen.

Judging from her posture, she is even more pious than the bishops.

She did not pray as usual, but chanted a spell:

*“My goddesses, hear my prayers, answer my prayers, and to your people………”

The light of the magic circle shone brightly on the temple for a long time.

However, until the light went out, the so-called goddess still did not respond to her.

Lucia raised her head, and her face, bathed in the clear winter sunlight, looked as pure as a young girl.

Her body was stained with the blood of countless people.

She turned to Bixi and said, "Do you want to try it too? You haven't seen the goddess either, right?"

Bixi stood there silently, seemingly stubbornly unwilling to speak.

Lucia laughed: "Sometimes I feel like you're not my clone, but a sister of mine, even though I don't have any sisters. You don't look like me at all... Well, that's good."

Lucia continued kneeling for a while, then stood up and said, "Maybe the goddess doesn't exist at all, she's just a concept people imagined."

She walked over to Bixi and held her face in her hands.

"They are outside, and they want me dead. I don't want to let them have their way. How about..."

"Will you die for me?"

Bi Xi’s eyes were blank: “…”

Lucia smiled sweetly, with faint dimples on her cheeks. She didn't need to hear her answer and leaned her forehead towards him.