On the other side of the Sea of Tranquility, far and far away from the battlefield, Sebasto...
The Republic of Bayerland is in turmoil.
Despite its glorious history and millennia of honour, Beyeland is undeniably decayed.
The extravagant atmosphere and cumbersome bureaucracy of the world capital have weakened the pace of any reform, making the wise Senate corrupt, complacent and unwilling to change.
A dissatisfaction with disenfranchisement has long been growing among citizens, especially in provinces where taxes are heavy but rights are not guaranteed.
There has been fierce controversy surrounding the taxation of the third estate.
The Senate attempted to use force to solve the problem. They sent a powerful fleet, blockaded the ports of various provinces, and required all shipping and commercial activities to comply with the Senate's taxation proposals.
In this chaotic era, a charismatic man appeared.
He is Count Roland.
The former legendary warrior wanted to establish a Beyeland Confederation that would guarantee the power of the National Assembly.
The status quo can be overturned at any time, which is an opportunity for radical change. He leads a broad-based separatist movement. The movement has become increasingly active, and in just a few months, thousands of people have gathered under his banner.
Designed by chambers of commerce, farmers and consortiums.
While the world is in chaos due to this crisis, a mysterious visitor comes to attend the Confederate meeting...
On the tallest mage tower in Sebasto, the teleportation circle shines with a heart-stopping dazzling light. A powerful and ferocious breath of blood is about to arrive.
Although the local garrison mages had long been bribed to the Confederate side, this aura that exceeded the physical and mental limits of human beings still gave everyone present a sense of instinctive panic and fear.
There are many wealthy businessmen who are curious and have gained extraordinary powers by taking potions. However, without unique talents, persistent and arduous training, and practice, most people will stop at the threshold of Sequence 8, or suffer from incomprehensible madness.
He lost control and was hunted by a witcher.
Extraordinary characteristics give mortals a stronger, faster, and more perfect body and spirit. Once they have tasted the taste, people can no longer refuse the mysterious temptation, even if they are jealous because of physical differences, or because of class,
The tax dispute was fiercely contested, and the big figures in the Confederate Congress also agreed in their bones.
Extraordinaries are supermen who are above the limits of human beings, and are mysteries that need to be looked up to and respected.
This mysterious visitor who came to the Sebasto Mage Tower used a long-distance teleportation magic circle, which is a psychic device that can only be used by wizards above Sequence 7 and extraordinary level experts. He can teleport within a few seconds.
It would take several days to arrive here from the other side of the Sea of Tranquility. Even the best ships equipped with steam engines and magic circles would take several days.
This is power that money cannot buy.
"My lords, Lord Blood is about to arrive."
The attendants said tremblingly.
A group of wealthy businessmen and parliamentarians who had already gathered at the Master's Tower had frightened faces, huddled together like a nest of quails, and whispered.
"Have you ever met a lord? Lord Gunnar."
"I have seen it, Lord Tambov, I have seen it, they are unfathomable..."
These wealthy businessmen and conglomerate leaders were notified by the legendary brave Count Roland de Sissel, the first speaker of the Confederation Assembly, to welcome the mysterious Lord who was about to come.
The earl did not say who this Lord was. However, everyone knows that in the mysterious world, the Lord is a Sequence 5 Transcendent, only one step away from a demigod, and a single thought can shatter a person's body to pieces.
These terrifying and unpredictable existences are the strong support of the Beyeland Republic. If they take action, they will be far more terrifying than the fleet, artillery and cavalry. After all, it is not easy for the artillery to hit the commanders and parliamentarians in the rear.
But there is no way to stop a lord from entering or exiting a councilor's bedroom.
At this time, he heard heavy breathing echoing in the darkness, causing the listener's heartbeat to accelerate wildly. The deafening roar of the teleportation circle could not cover up these echoes, as if it came from the depths of everyone's soul.
"Hoo, ho"
The first thing that appeared in the magic circle was a dark golden helmet. The terrifying breath reverberated heavily between the visor and the helmet, as if a giant beast in a cage stretched out its sharp claws dripping with blood.
The desperate cries and invisible fear strangled the throats of everyone present, slowly tightened, and stretched down the spine to the soul.
"Welcome, your powerful lord, our meeting is entirely legal!"
Lord Gunnar, a member of the Confederation Assembly, shouted subconsciously.
"We are honored to have you here!" Senator Gunnar's companion hurriedly pushed him and said with fear, "We have prepared the most comfortable hotel for you..."
Griffith emerges from the shadows.
He waved away his black cloak, held his swords in his hands, and stepped on the steps with his heavy greaves and iron boots, making a creaking and twisted sound on the floor and in the hearts of the congressmen.
Griffith's trip to attend this meeting is completely confidential. To the public, he will attend under the name "Blood Lord", which is the code name given to him by Roland to conceal his identity.
The tall war knight came to the congressmen and looked down at the congressmen who were almost kneeling on the ground.
Are these people, cowardly guys, trying to resist Beyelan?
He rubbed the gauntlet, which was as sharp and ferocious as fangs. The leader, Senator Gunnar, immediately felt a noose tightening around his neck, causing him to raise his head.
Help, help me...! The congressman grabbed the air helplessly. In his nightmare, he had seen Beyelan crushing their resistance and hanging him from the street lamp. This was how he felt.
"Take me to see you, Roland."
…
The first Confederate Convention was a completely different story.
Representatives from all over the world gathered here. Although the sea outside Sevastro is Beyeland's blockade fleet, it is absolutely safe to attend this meeting.
There is a supreme will that has already told shrewd businessmen:
"The great Dark Lord, Anas Tasios, is protecting them. All representatives who follow him to attend the meeting will be protected by the Dark Lord and Count Roland."
That's right, with the spiritual support of the hermit, Roland, whose Welford coupon is about to expire, seems to have nothing to worry about anymore. He came to the center of the stage and openly became the enemy of Beyelan, who had been guarding him all his life!
If the feeble-minded Senate continues their folly, a civil war is destined to engulf the entire world.
"Now, I declare that the Confederation Congress has officially convened!"
Roland on the stage waved his hand calmly and forcefully.
"Long live the Confederacy!"
The cheerleaders who had been trained for a long time saw Roland making the gesture and immediately cheered according to the rehearsal requirements. Originally, this kind of slogan would be more impressive if it was shouted by the Qiming County army, but Roland still spent money to hire some extras.
Enhance the atmosphere.
"This will be a winning conference!"
"Long live the Confederacy!" the paid cheerleaders shouted together.
"This is going to be a fighting convention!"
"Long live, long live!"
"This will be a rally of unity!"
"Long live, long live, long live the Confederacy!"
This scene seemed familiar to Griffith. He had done similar things in Raven City, and it was as if a feeling and habit were imprinted deep in his soul and became an unforgettable habit.
If it weren't for the frightened Councilor Gunnar and others leading the way, Griffith would have almost joined in and yelled once or twice, ruining his terrifying image.
The atmosphere was very lively. Although the Confederate congressmen present did not know why this legendary warrior was so excited, it was just good that he was happy.
Griffith drove away the annoying MPs and listened in the shadows.
The meeting went smoothly. Everything was arranged. In a warm atmosphere, Count Roland, who was knighted by the Senate, made a report on the work of resisting the Senate to all the Confederate members.
One after another, prestigious local representatives took the stage to speak and discussed the ongoing battle in Verona. The rebels there were bleeding like hemorrhoids on the feeble-minded Senate. But in such a good thing, the Confederate senators and their
Allies are very welcome.
The battle in Verona gave them great encouragement. If farmers and herdsmen holding pitchforks can damage Bijerland's army, then...
The delegates also discussed the rules of procedure of the Confederation Congress, and the vote on the proposal to establish a grand army was unanimously approved.
Griffith noticed something interesting.
Roland is the spokesperson and political leader of the Confederacy, and the Confederate army being formed still needs a general to lead...
While he was meditating, Roland came to him unknowingly.
"Try it, it's the best tobacco from the southern plantations."
Roland took out a cigarette from nowhere, took a puff of it with satisfaction, and handed one to Griffith.
"I don't smoke."
Harandil appeared out of nowhere, came to the two of them and shouted:
"This is the best product rolled out on the troll girl's thigh!"
Griffith put the cigarette away, put it into his small bag, and said to the count who was puffing away:
"Is this your plan? I have an ominous premonition."
"Yes, I feel flustered too," Harandil said, shaking his head. "How can we defeat the Senate with these cowardly insects?"
"Huh, dried fish, you won't say that when you see the army prepared for you. You can use it to fight the Chosen One's sacrifice~" Roland swallowed a smoke ring and sniffed with satisfaction.
, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the Confederacy's model troops, the main force that I personally trained with the title of the People's Guards.
"Without adequate protection, these cowards will not stand up against the Senate."
Griffith followed Roland outside.
This friend of his is making enemies of the rulers and gods of the world...
"Don't be too anxious. Focus on the present moment. The future is unpredictable."
There was a kind of indifference and calmness on Roland's face, as if he had seen through everything. He walked in front, through the corridor of the Sebasto Fortress where the meeting was held, as if he was taking old friends to see his beloved garden, where
Just like reminiscing about old times.
Griffith, Harandil and him were talking wordlessly. Suddenly, a slogan resounding through the sky came from the end of the corridor.
They passed through the long and gloomy corridor, and the golden sunlight pierced the sky.
On the vast boundless plain, a red eagle flag stands. A silver double-headed eagle sits on it, and a black and red ribbon and pure gold ornaments hang from the flagpole.
Under the flag of the eagle, a neat large square formation and queue spread to the end of the field of vision. Infantry columns that were as straight as swords and swords were gathering from all directions.
They carried shining silver muskets without cumbersome match ropes, and there were sharp spears hanging from the muzzles.
There were no spearmen or sword and shield soldiers in this infantry. They wore breastplates, looked majestic, and gathered into a square formation with firm steps.
After that, there was a neat artillery team, cuirassiers and cuirassiers with rolling hooves. Dozens or hundreds of military flags were flying.
With the cheerful drumbeats and flutes, they marched out from the nearby military camp one squadron after another, seemingly endlessly. Whenever a troop finished lining up, they would stand still and send out continuous slogans that resounded through the sky.
"One two one
"One two one
"one two three four!"
Griffith suddenly felt something hit his soul hard, and his eyes became moist. He felt a little dizzy, and it felt vaguely familiar, as if he had been with an invincible force a long time ago.
Representatives of the Confederate Congress poured out of the venue to observe this army.
After the formation of the army was completed, in a majestic silence, they paid attention to Roland's position. The officer leading the army strode forward and reported loudly to Roland on the viewing platform:
"Comrade People's Commissar, the 1st Guards Front has completed its formation, please review it!
"General Commander of the Parade, Werner Negri!"
Roland took a deep breath. He turned his head slightly, looked at Griffith beside him, and then said to the army in front:
"The military parade begins."
"Woo--"
The low sound of the trumpet echoed over Sevastopol, flooding into the world like a tidal wave.
Everyone is thinking silently in their hearts:
"The war with the Senate and wizards for the world,