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chapter Ten

Cohen has many whips, and he currently has three whips with him. One of them is a real riding whip, which is exquisite and luxurious but the most useless, because Cohen's mount is a little crow and does not need a whip at all. The other two are the source of life.

The gift that was given to Xingyue for execution was one of them. It has a special name, called Soul Blade.

This whip is made from the twigs of the source of life, and is also mixed with fibers such as air roots and vines. It not only represents authority, but can also cause physical harm and soul damage to the returnees.

Therefore, it is actually a tool given to Cohen by the Source of Life to punish the returners. Using this thing to beat the returners is justifiable.

Ordinarily speaking, based on the performance of the Second Independent Regiment just now, they deserved to be beaten to death by Cohen. But when it was actually carried out, some of the returning elves were really unconvinced. And this elf maid named Xingyue was also stubborn.

, she did whatever Cohen said. The whip stuck to the back of a returning elf and never came off. Soon, the beaten returning elf leader was dripping with blood. The only advantage was that in the next attack, the returnees

Everyone became obedient and no one dared to be careless.

At the same time, the affinity for Cohen among all returnees has also plummeted, if there was such a thing in the first place.

"It's strange that the false gods showed no signs of fighting back." When the bottle of wine was almost finished, Fichet frowned, "This is not like their style. Even if they are discouraged, their men should

Come on."

"Maybe they have other plans. I don't think the false gods are helpless." Cohen agreed. "At this critical juncture, if it were me, I would endure it in order to determine the outcome of the battle."

"Have you made any predictions?" Fichet looked at him curiously, "What will their counterattack be like?"

"How do I know this?" Cohen shook his head. "I only know that if they prepare a counterattack, the result will come out in at most two rounds. Either we will be completely defeated, or they will be completely defeated."

"Isn't there a third possibility?" Fichet was a little worried, "50-50, it's too tragic."

"Then it depends on chance. You know chance, right?" Cohen was not very worried about this problem. He looked at Fichet, who was still worried, "Okay, who calls you a brother? I can help you analyze it -

—The first major doubt is the combination of Paradise Island and Hell Island."

"How can this be regarded as a doubt?" Fichet said, "Isn't it normal for powerful forces to join forces?"

"It's not normal, because this is a war related to one's own survival." Cohen shook his head and said, "For the defender, facing our powerful crusade, the only result that shrinking can bring is failure——

Although we are powerful, we are the only crusade force. If Paradise Island and Hell Island are now separated, then we will inevitably divide our forces."

"Once the crusade is separated, many attacks cannot be carried out." Although Fichet is not good at fighting, he is a smart man who knows everything. "If they are separated, they will take the initiative and have room to display their tactics. There is hope."

Defeat each of us."

"Yes, the result of standing alone is usually death. The false gods must understand this, so why do they still merge the two islands together? Is it to make their death look better? Obviously not." Cohen sighed, "

The second doubt is because they were defeated too quickly and simply a few days ago. Although you had no body at the time, you should have felt their fear. Is the source of life or me really that scary?"

"Then what do you think they are afraid of?"

"The situation is out of control, and the final consequences will follow." Cohen said, "The third doubt is actually not a doubt. I am sure that the false god has a trump card. Otherwise, I would be wary of danger in times of peace. This is in line with common sense.

"

"The trump card!" Fichet nodded, "That's why you parked the fleet here to avoid being hurt by the trump card that was suddenly revealed?"

"There is this consideration, but it is not entirely because of this. Because no one knows what the false god's trump card is, and it is not necessarily something that can be avoided at such a distance of thousands of miles." Cohen explained, "In my expectation, this kind of

The hole card should be sharp enough to deter all attacks, and both the opponents rushing in front of the battle and those hiding behind the scenes should be turned into soft bones in the face of this deterrence."

"So..." Fichet listened carefully and looked at Cohen with an inquiring look.

Cohen said: "So, the reason why the two islands came together should be revealed! They came together to protect or display this trump card. From this point of view, the trump card itself should be very fragile and very complicated."

Fichet asked strangely: "You don't seem to be worried at all. You should be the one being threatened, right?"

"That's right! To be honest, I was worried at first, but I suddenly figured it out just now." Cohen chuckled, "I don't believe that the trump card that the false god spent countless centuries thinking up is to deal with me.

Where is the time?"

"That's why you're... dawdling here?" Fichet thought for a while before coming up with the right adjective.

"Of course, it's rare for me to have some free time and someone will perform a show for me." Cohen glanced at the magic brewing in the sky, "Just think of it as a fireworks show to celebrate your resurrection. Am I interesting enough?"

"What a rascal." Fichet patted his forehead, "However, from an artistic point of view, these fireworks really need to have the appearance and the content... Look, this one is in the shape of a unicorn.

Magic requires at least a thousand people to work together to complete the spell. The lines are smooth, the outline is round, and what's more, the expression is vivid...well, the destructive power is also amazing!"

"You..." Fichet was pleased with himself, but Cohen was a little unhappy, "Why don't you ask me if I'm really not afraid?"

Fichet smiled calmly, "I think you can't help but say, in fact, what I want to see is your current expression."

"Tch!" Cohen once again tasted the feeling of being deflated. It took him a long time to catch his breath, and he spent some time cultivating his emotions before speaking slowly: "Such a comeback trump card, because the enemy it has to deal with is very powerful.

Therefore, its damage should also be very powerful, irreversible, unavoidable, and impossible to be limited to a certain range like world-destroying magic."

"The idea makes sense." Fischette agrees.

"Then the false gods themselves, whether directly or indirectly, they may also be victims of this trump card."

"You mean, we and the false gods are both afraid now? So they won't use it easily?"

"Not necessarily. What can a desperate bastard not dare to do? If they suddenly turn over their cards, who are you going to cry to?" Cohen shook his head, "It's a matter of choice whether to use it or not. If you want to use it, you must follow the rules.

Regulation."

Fichet was a little surprised: "Is there any prescribed method for this kind of thing? Do you know what it is?"

"Of course I know, just shout!" Cohen put his hands around his mouth, "Are you afraid? I'm going to use it! Are you afraid? I'm going to use it! Are you afraid? I'm really going to use it!

ah!"

Cohen's voice was not quiet. Many people heard his yelling, and countless eyes gathered on the inspection platform of the command ship with a "swish" sound, but the instigator did not feel embarrassed at all.

He put down his hands triumphantly, turned to look at his accomplice and said, "That's it."

"They are kings anyway, not just gangsters on the street." Fichet's expression was a bit strange, even showing pity for the false gods.

"When it comes to breaking things, is there any difference between the two types of people?" Cohen said without mercy, "Maybe the little gangster will feel more relaxed."

"Although what you said makes sense." It was Fichet's turn to shake his head this time, "But it's still hard for me to imagine."

"Actually, it's not bad!" Cohen said to him, "Look, how perfect our magic circle is, how complete our formation is, and how strict our attack sequence is, but in fact these things are useless. Because we and the false gods

In this war, the real victory or defeat can only be determined by a thought, and we all only have one chance to really take action."

"I understand, they are just here to accompany you as witnesses." Fichet sighed, "Okay, the returning elf is really going to be beaten to death, let me go over and take a look!"

"It would be better if you died." Cohen said calmly, "Don't you think?"

"Blood is better if it is shed less." Fichet stood up and walked away calmly.

Although Fischette today has similar abilities to Cohen, he has become accustomed to maintaining his appearance and will never soar into the sky with a "whoosh" in front of others.

On the transport ship where the Second Independent Regiment was located, the returnee leaders gathered in a circle and watched the bloody scene in silence. Their eyes were full of anger and humiliation, and they became more and more powerful. The executioners turned a blind eye to all this.

, she only knew that Cohen’s order was to beat him to death if he was not convinced!

But how can the returning elves be convinced? This is the first conflict between the returning people and the chosen ones, and momentum is the first priority. Even if the parties involved sacrifice their lives, they must show their will - the leader of the returning people has traditionally not only ignored

Treat other people's lives equally and ignore your own life. You can beat me to death, but I will never give in!

The chosen one is very tough, and the returnees are equally tough. The two together create this dead end. If a suitable character does not appear, there will be no steps for both sides to go down.

However, Fichet appeared. As a human being resurrected by the Mother Goddess, his identity and deeds are no secret among the returnees. Moreover, his temperament and charm are also very suitable for the temperament of these "arrogant" people. At the same time, because

Because of his identity and his relationship with Cohen, the Sibiya soldiers also had a very favorable impression of him.

His status is ironclad, and there is no need for tokens or orders when he says "keep a man under the sword", because it is almost an insult to Cohen. But in order to maintain the majesty of military law, Fischette does not mind using

Tokens and orders to insult Cohen. Through these two things, he temporarily stopped Xingyue's whipping.

Then, Fichet stood in front of the returning elf who was about to be interrupted and asked him a few questions.

"Do you think that Cohen Kedar's achievements are inferior to yours?"

"I am not as good as the chosen one." This is the truth.

"Do you think that Cohen Kedar is less intelligent than you?"

"I am not as good as the chosen one." Facing Fichet's soft gaze, it was difficult for the returning elf to maintain his stubborn mentality.

"Do you think you can do what Cohen Kedar can't do?"

"I can't!" This answer was still a bit resentful.

"In that case." Fichet asked seriously, "What other complaints do you have?"

"I……"

The returning elf turned around and glanced at the executioner. It’s no wonder that the returning elf, who considered himself an authentic return elf, was left behind in Bes and was whipped by the elf who had been killed by the false god countless times. It would be strange to feel convinced! Even if he sent someone without

If mortals with abilities come out, the conflict will not be so intense... From another perspective, this arrangement itself also reflects that Cohen really wants to kill people. This kind of provocation cannot be flinched by the returning elves.

"Give me the whip." Fichet stretched out his hand to Xingyue. She was stunned for a moment and handed over the soul blade. Fichet unfolded the long whip and slapped it hard on the returning elf's back. He was stronger than Xingyue.

It was much more severe. The pain of this whip went straight into the bone marrow and hurt the soul. The pain made the elf scream "Ouch"!

"The military situation is like a fire! Are you convinced?"

"Serve!" the returning elf shouted.

"The military order is like a mountain! Do you obey it?"

"Submit!" The second whip made the returning elf roll all over the floor.

"Military law is ruthless! Do you accept it?"

"Submit!" After the third whip, the returning elf shed tears of blood and cried in his answer.

"He is convinced, you go back and give the order!" Fichet returned the whip to Xingyue, and then said to the other returnees, "We will not treat him for the time being, but carry him to various ships to show everyone who disobeys military orders."

The consequences—are you convinced?"

"We accept it." Of course the leaders knew Fichet's intention, and they all responded with gratitude, "We accept it."

"I know what everyone is thinking." Fichet spoke calmly. Although it meant more preaching than persuasion, the confident and tolerant demeanor did not make people uncomfortable. Instead, it made the returnees feel warm and protected.

Understand, "People are not exactly the same, and conflicts will arise when they get together, which is unavoidable. Returners and humans have been separated for a long time, and many things are different, so the differences will be greater... But if we are blindly tough and

The collision can never be resolved."

"I don't have extravagant hopes that we can find a way to solve this problem right away, but I am sure that as long as we are determined to find it, the status quo can be changed. Even if we can't solve it now, our descendants will eventually be able to. All we have to do is try to control it.

Be calm and restrained so as not to worsen the situation."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your explanation." The returnee leaders responded one after another, "Thank you, Your Highness, for working for us."

The returnees knew that in addition to being elegant in temperament, this legendary figure also had a kind, tolerant, and frank character, but even they were confused as to where Fichet's confidence and calmness came from.

Elegance and pragmatism, these two things are contradictory, but he naturally synthesizes them.

His performance at this time was wiser than the prophet and more experienced than the elders.

It was obvious that the returnees began to like His Highness. What followed this kind of liking was the endless meeting activities, which were really endless... Fichet spent the whole day shuttle between various transport ships.

During the process, he met new friends and dealt with old problems, which invisibly improved his position in the hearts of the returnees, and then improved again.

"Human, what a strange thing." Cohen watched Fischette running around on various transport ships, and couldn't help but look at the people behind him with emotion, "You think so?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a dragon, so it's hard for me to understand you." Bai Ying said perfunctory words, but looked at Cohen with a slightly contemptuous look, as if Cohen had done something shady again - this is very

possible!

"Don't feel guilty. Although everyone knows that the dragon clan is the real driving force of the false god's rebellion, you know that I don't care about this at all." Cohen looked up to the sky and laughed twice, "Come on, little girl, give me a smile...

"

"Someone is coming." Bai Ying replied calmly.

"Of course I know." Cohen said disappointedly, "It's not good to have too many acquaintances!" (To be continued)


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