The first thousand two hundred and fortieth chapters are free people
The Goddess of Life cultists gathered by Lilina from various major temples in the empire have already begun busy work, rescuing the wounded and treating those infected with fatal diseases due to radiation and high fever. This should be able to minimize post-war losses. (
No., pop-up window... In this small village where the wounded and sick are being treated intensively, another busy craze has set off: the wonderful magic performed by the believers of the religion through prayer has surprised everyone. This
This kind of magical power has never been seen by even the majority of the regular army soldiers of the resistance organization. Of course, among the slave races named by Melova, there are also civilizations that can use magic, but the slaves on this planet
Being completely isolated, they had actually seen very few things. Therefore, the medical treatment of the Life God cultists also played an unexpected role: the magical "magic show" greatly eased the pain of the injured, and also made the injured
The children who were frightened by the war were finally able to smile a little. After discovering this phenomenon, several church female knights who had treated the injured happily started a "performance", using magical magic and healing magic to treat all the children in the village.
They are attracted to the past, which at least allows these children to temporarily forget about the devastated homeland behind them.
Anulili and the resistance fighters around her were astonished. They looked at the saints wearing luxurious church robes or armor, and their whole bodies shrouded in divine light, sitting on the ground without a care in the world.
A dirty little boy came to greet him and performed various interesting tricks for the children; watching the disciples who were said to be the servants of the true God and should have been enjoying the worship of mortals in the temple, running among the injured, holding up their arms
Sweating on her sleeves while helping others; watching a holy girl wearing a flower crown and a white divine robe, who was revered as a saint, being covered in blood by the children, but she smiled and congratulated the child's mother and told her
Her children have recovered to health. Compared with the moment when the mask of Merova's false god was taken off, the unimaginable scene in front of them made it even more difficult for them to believe. Anulili showed a questioning look to me, because just now.
I told this girl that these believers who are coming now on the aurora are followers of the true God, and what they follow is the god that the Merova people once dreamed of becoming.
Obviously these people are very different from the saints in the minds of local people.
"Don't be surprised. The word 'god' is not supposed to have a negative meaning, it's just that the Merova people ruined the name in front of you," I smiled, looked at the one curled up in my hand and hugged it.
I used one of my thumbs as a little goddess covering myself with a quilt, sleeping soundly and talking in my sleep, "There are many gods, who manage the endless world. They create the world and create life, thus connecting the world with mortals."
They regard them all as their own children. They don't care whether mortals worship them, nor do they care whether mortals build temples for themselves. They don't even care whether the beings they create know the existence of gods. If they can help the development of their children,
Help. They don’t even mind if mortals preach atheism at a certain stage, and then hide aside and silently watch their own development. The gods I know are a bunch of such qiguai guys. Although many guys have weird personalities. But in
When it comes to dealing with mortals, they tolerate a lot of things like the worst naughty children. The Merova people think that God is a kind of power, and a status that matches this power, but in fact, God is a position, and
The responsibilities that match this position. They got this wrong, so they are sitting on the empire's property and have a higher starting point than any other race, but they have been stuck in the dead end of self-aggrandizement for tens of thousands of years."
Anulili listened to what I said with an expression of surprise. It might take her a long time to fully understand what I said. Now, she just asked a question out of curiosity: "Then...this is the truth of the world."
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"Almost, a small part," I laughed, "There are many things you don't know. You will know them all after you have officially joined the empire for a while. The truth of the world... maybe the world is more sinister than you think.
But life is definitely much better than you think. In fact, did you know that the Empire is also a branch of the Gods..."
Anulili and the two resistance fighters who were watching were suddenly stunned: "Huh?"
I was particularly embarrassed and scratched my hair: "Ahem... I know I don't look like me, but you haven't noticed that except for me, the rest of us are pretty... at least the troops we brought are pretty impressive.
Is it?"
I wanted to say it was about the remaining few people, but then I thought about it, the existence of Guang Qianqian and Lilina, an independent duo, was enough to kill everyone's average impression score, so I quickly changed my mind.
Anulili continued to remain dumbfounded, seemingly not paying attention to what I was saying. At this time, I felt very entangled: How do you introduce this? Is it really like Lilina who always said: "Hello" when meeting people?
, this is the Crow God, this is the Crow God’s second uncle, this is the Crow God’s uncle and grandma..." I felt that if I really had to introduce it like this, then I would really have no image at all...
Maybe when I have time, I should go to Bingtis to learn from it, and learn how the gods in the Star Territory interact with mortals, and how they are both majestic and cute...
"Okay, this topic is not important. Anyway, our branch of the divine system has not opened yet," I curled my lips and ended the somewhat weird topic in front of me. I saw that the believers of the Life God Cult around me had already completed the treatment work.
More than half: The divine power of life is simply a bug when it comes to healing diseases and saving people. Except for Brother Xinchun and directly worshiping Dingdang, it is really difficult to find a more efficient treatment technique than this. "These believers are only a small part, and there are more believers.
Queuing up in front of the portal to rescue trillions of wounded and sick people from thirteen worlds is a big project, ah, and there are also the subsequent problems of genetic adjustment and the sequelae of nerve agents... Anyway, the Melova people are also
It's over. I guess I have to bring over all the shamans, druids, interstellar medical soldiers and the like in the country to help. You are still busy, I hope you can take charge of the response work, and the response staff of other slave races will be left to
Let their own independent organizations worry about that."
I'm thinking that many of the follow-up things need to be prepared now. Post-war support for the indigenous civilizations of these worlds is just the simplest step of all: because now that the war is over, many related matters can be left to us with confidence.
For our servant army to handle it, the tree elves should be the most suitable candidates. There is no one better than them at this kind of work. What needs to be worried about by the imperial military and administrative aspects are mainly the problems of more than a dozen directly governed worlds.
Thanks to the Melova people who have been building the empire for so long, there are now thirteen more directly governed universes with infrastructure at one time. This is a huge result. I think it is a huge surprise with the batch of royal starships that I got unexpectedly. Now this
Thirteen worlds must be incorporated into the empire's territory. Otherwise, it will not be the style of the empire. Next, we will activate the Garden of Death. "Pull" these worlds into the empire's territory. What coordinates should be reprogrammed for them? Are they regarded as inland?
If it is a remote area or a remote area, then let the guys from the military department worry about it.
In addition to the issue of world organization, there is also the question of how to recruit the local indigenous residents with certain combat effectiveness and civilization potential, and whether to integrate them into the servant army. There are so many races, and their situations are also different. Some of them are not suitable for continuing to become
The servant armies of advanced civilizations have strong resistance. Anulili's hesitation in facing this topic also proves this situation, but there are also some civilizations that should still be able to be incorporated. During the slave resistance war, there were many uprising troops and
The imperial army is fighting together, and it can almost be said that they have "practiced" in the position of the imperial servant army, so I think these thirteen worlds should still be able to organize a new batch of servant armies.
Then the Military Command will be very busy again.
It can be seen that truly governing the country is a very troublesome matter. Every step you take is followed by at least ten times more detailed problems, and each problem requires you to deal with it more or less personally. Those who make the imperial war
It was like two gangs fighting each other. They thought that after each team had finished fighting, they would grab things and go home, then everything would be fine... and they could go to bed.
I looked at the time and found that it was getting late. So I mentioned to Anulili another thing that brought everyone here:
"We are here to take Turazzo away. He should still be in the Earth Center Sanctuary."
Upon hearing this, Anulili's expression immediately changed. She was very smart and knew what I meant, but she also knew very well that there was nothing she could do at this time.
Turazzo is a Merova: more than 90% of the Merova are mortal enemies of the slave race, but the remaining few percent are just the opposite, and Turazzo is the most special one among them.
For Anulili and her tribe, Turazo is a mentor, a protector for more than a thousand years, and a benefactor who allows his race to retain the last seeds and persist until the dawn of today.
This is true even for other slave races that have just gained freedom. It is undeniable that there may be revenge factions among the slave races who advocate indiscriminate and extreme revenge on all Merovans, but insiders of the real resistance organization
However, they knew that their living space and the weapons they obtained during the battle were all secretly supported by the conservative Merova people. These conservatives had stood with the local indigenous people from the beginning of the Merova invasion of these universes, and had
After being suppressed by Barian, he has always insisted on providing help to the resistance organization within his ability.
They didn't care whether these Merova people had betrayed the Xiling Empire back then.
I know that Anulili is one of the people who respect Turazzo the most, and her expression also reveals her current mood.
"Teacher... what will happen?" Anulili tried her best, hoping to make her voice sound calmer.
"He will be sent to a military court to stand trial for treason committed 70,000 years ago," I sighed. "To be honest, I personally don't hate him anymore, but he made a big mistake against our empire back then..."
According to the Imperial Code, treason is punishable by death."
Anulili's eyes widened instantly.
"But I think that he and other conservatives will have their sentences reduced as appropriate," I thought for a while and said with relief. "They are different from the radicals. The only thing they need to be responsible for is their treasonous decision back then, and they had betrayed the country back then."
The emperor is still there today, that is my sister. I understand her current character. She is a very gentle person and has little interest in revenge. In addition, the conservatives have taken the right position in this war and have
He has great military exploits, so the prospects of the conservatives are actually quite optimistic."
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"I don't know what happened to my mentor back then," Anulili lowered her head, her voice was not loud, but every word was spoken with great force, "I just hope... that his years of atonement will not be in vain, okay?"
I smiled as broadly as possible and patted Anulili on the shoulder: "Give us a teleportation permission so that the empire doesn't break in and arrest him. Instead, it walks in and takes him out. You understand me.
mean."
The Earth Center Refuge is still in its original place. This huge steel city was once a battle fortress in space, but it was severely damaged in the war a thousand years ago. After being transformed into an Earth Center Refuge Facility,
We lost the ability to leave this place. Anulili opened the teleportation permission for us, but she did not follow us: she probably did not want to see her mentor being arrested.
Only a few of us came to bf; we followed a familiar route through the outer area. The ring city in the inner area was completely different from the last time we saw it.
The buildings in the city are still there, but now they are empty. Everyone in the shelter has returned to a completely empty city. The busy aircraft above the city are now gone, and the flow around the city has stopped to welcome everyone.
There is only the empty and lonely wind blowing from all directions. It should be that the last owner of this shelter knows that the time to leave has arrived. Now the city's energy system is gradually shutting down, and the ring city turns off the lights clockwise, getting dim bit by bit.
Coming down, we looked at the earth-centered city that was gradually falling into the night, and felt that a giant beast that had been lingering for a thousand years was gradually dying.
When we came to the sky above the core area, the sky projection equipment also stopped running. With a buzzing sound that resounded throughout the world, the blue sky flickered and then disappeared, revealing the gray-black metal ceiling.
The true face of the shelter, an ancient and obsolete steel wreckage.
We found Turazzo in the main control room in the core area. In fact, he was the one who set it up.
The main control room, which is as wide as a football field, is still the only place in the shelter that has not cut off the power. The once busiest area is now empty. All operating terminals are running automatically, and the projection screens are switching to standby one by one.
In this state, Turazzo was standing under the central control tower. He heard a voice coming from behind him, turned around and gave us a faint smile, his voice was very calm: "Please wait a moment, I have one last piece of work.
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We waited quietly and looked at all Tula's equipment. Finally, he placed his hand on a metal column in front of the control tower and paused: "One thousand starts the key..."
The metal cylinder was rotated once and slowly pulled out. The hum of energy downregulation came from all directions. The lights in the main control room dimmed. An orange-red standby light replaced the normal lighting. The light always came from under the floor.
The weak vibration finally stopped completely.
"It can go off duty now," Turazzo turned around and raised the key in his hand, "Can I take this with me? It should be a souvenir. This shelter will melt down in an hour, can I keep it?"
This is the only one left."
"Of course," I nodded, "Everything you have to clean up doesn't belong to us. We have occupied these things for too long. It's time to leave cleanly," Turazzo slowly exhaled.
To the arm, "Put the chains on me, I'm sorry it took so long."
"Actually, you don't need that thing," Qian Qian couldn't help but mutter, "You can't run... I feel weird."
"Put it on. I'll feel better. Besides, when I leave... I hope to see people outside."
Although it might cause a bit of a commotion, we nodded in agreement.
The coordinates teleported to the surface were beside Anulili, and hundreds of members of the resistance organization had gathered behind her. These were all the comrades she could find in this area. When we and Turazzo, who was wearing a restraint chain, appeared
When he was in front of everyone, there was silence all around.
Turazo looked up at the sky of the surface world and shrugged: "Long time no see."
"Mentor..." A resistance fighter couldn't help but stepped forward, as if he wanted to do something, but Turazo waved his hand to stop him: "Go back, you still have tasks and so do I." He raised his arm to indicate that.
The shimmering chain: "This is of my own free will."
He turned around and turned his back to the soldiers of the resistance organization. In front of him were civilians occupying most of his sight. These former slaves looked at the shackled Merova man in front of him with surprise.
Then many people remembered what they had heard from the resistance organization. Complex gazes came from all directions. Some of them were friendly, but there were also gazes full of anger and hostility. Turazzo was completely unaware of this.
Silently looking around at these scarred people, and then
He knelt down.
Slowly but firmly, the old man knelt in front of the newly freed slaves, then bent his upper body deeply, his shackled arms fell on the dust, and his forehead was pressed against the chains. The whole world seemed to fall into silence at this moment.
The slaves and the fighters of the resistance organization were in a commotion, but what surprised me was that the one who stepped forward to help Turazzo up was Pandora, who had always had a straight face. She helped the old man up, her gray-white eyes falling without focus.
On the other side: "Let's go."
The old man was finally relieved at this moment. With a heartfelt smile, he looked at the chain in his hand: "Now, I am finally free."
Yes, freedom is behind us, there are countless ragged and scarred slaves who have just been freed; beside us, there are old men in chains preparing to go to the imperial court.