goddess of revolution

Chapter 969 Crimson Frenzy Scroll Fein, the Evil God and the Mermaid
After the part equivalent to taking the oath is completed, the candidate takes off his shirt, bares his upper body, and kneels with his back to Romulus.

Originally, the poses of the candidates were gender-differentiated. Male candidates would face Romulus, while female candidates would face Romulus sideways, and would wear vests.

However, many female candidates have expressed their dissatisfaction. In order to let the soul seal mark on the body be on the heart instead of on the shoulder, they would rather abandon shame and choose to take off their upper body and face the "brand".

Of course Romulus refused, he was not a voyeur, and he didn't want all soul-like warriors to become indifferent war machines without taboos.

So now men and women are alike, turning their backs to Romulus and leaving the brand on their backs.

"Are you ready?"

Romulus stood up, the flail in his hand rattled, the hammer head was full of copper light, and the spikes gradually stretched out.

"For the Empire!"

"For Humanity!"

"For Romulus!"

After the candidates shouted their slogans, they gritted their teeth and got ready.

Named Eternal Tranquility, the flail, an artifact that was once with Emperor Tudor, pulled out a brilliance that seemed to come from the vast world, and fell heavily on the candidate's back.

The candidate exhaled miserably, and at the same time his body sank, the ground on which he was kneeling hummed and vibrated, and a ring of faint smoke and dust overflowed from the edge of the metal plate.

On the candidate's back, a piece of flesh and blood was rolled up, and the bloody scar was as deep as the bone, dotted with bits and pieces of copper-colored awns.

The Arcanist guarding the side rushed over to help the candidate up and dragged him to the next room for on-site disposal.

Implanting dragon crystal fragments to absorb the power of the star sea left in the body of eternal tranquility, and after a period of soul smelting and physical training, most candidates can absorb the power of the star sea into their souls.To repair the soul wounded by eternal tranquility, the scar left is the soul seal.

As long as the candidate's soul is strong enough, after the soul seal is successfully condensed, he can have the illusion of Romulus in the soul, and the power of the star sea obtained will continue to flow and can grow.

The process of "giving power to the soul image" is so simple and rude, and it is also thanks to the arcanists who created the technique of using the dragon soul to stimulate the power of the star sea.

One of the reasons why Romulus accepted the power dedication of the white dragon and the black dragon through the bloodline, so that he obtained many powers in the bloodline of the dragon, was that the power of the star sea was transmitted through the bloodline of the dragon.

This candidate is young enough and determined enough that it should be fine.

Romulus thought so, and mourned for the thousands of losers who had suffered serious physical injuries or broken souls.They are brave, but their aptitude does not match their courage.

The next one is a female candidate, very young, tall, fit, and a half-elf, which is extremely rare among soul warriors.

There was a little impurity in her fanatical gaze, and she directly tore off the small vest on her body, and a pair of great size bounced out, making the hall bright in an instant.

She just stood in front of Romulus and said with her head held high: "Your Majesty, I ask that the scars remain on my heart. If not, I would rather die!"

The director of the ceremony sternly shouted: "How dare you go against His Majesty's will! Come on, drag it out!"

Romulus' eyes fell on the other's pointed ears, and the strange thought made him feel in a trance, as if standing in front of him was another pointed ear.

The emperor suddenly felt hot in his chest and abdomen, and his throat was dry.

He raised his hand to stop the guard, looked at him for a moment before saying: "Your claim will affect my power grant to you, and leave special traces in the soul, which is not good."

"But I can make an exception for you. I will use double the strength to get rid of those impurities. This is very dangerous, and you know the consequences very well. Now, you still have a choice."

The half-elf's expression changed, but under the focus of her eyes burning like fireworks, she raised her chest even higher.

She said with a slightly trembling voice: "Even if I die at the hands of His Majesty, I will not regret it at all!"

"very good……"

Romulus lowered his eyes and swung his flail.

The half-elf fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the original swaying beauty turned into rotten meat.

The supervisor stepped forward and rolled her eyelids, shook his head and said: "There is no need to implant dragon crystals, she is already useless."

The guards dragged away the half-elf. Seeing that Romulos looked a bit ugly, the supervisor cautiously persuaded him: "Your Majesty has already given her a chance, but she didn't grasp it herself."

Romulus didn't speak, but sneered in his heart.

What he used was not double the standard strength, but four times or even five times.

Ever since this slut tempted him to have distracting thoughts, he never thought of giving her a chance.

Qili is sacred and pure, and cannot be desecrated by anyone, even herself.

The others, like the supervisor, thought that the emperor was lamenting and blaming himself. They cast contemptuous glances at the half-elf whose soul had collapsed, and no one made a sound in silence.

Romulus suppressed his churning thoughts and prepared to empower the next person. The messenger ring vibrated slightly, sending urgent news into his field of vision.

"The Kingdom of White Bird and the Kingdom of Pegasus rebelled, and the rebels all raised the banner of the Red Federation..."

The title made Romulus change color, and when he looked at the details, his expression became more and more dignified.

"Dwarf Revolutionary Army, Lizardman Independence Army, Goblin Freedom Alliance, Anti-tyranny Alliance..."

"The riots spread to seven cities, and the local garrison and Church of Will were defeated..."

He sighed in a low voice: "Your Highness Qili, what I expect of you now is not just a personal matter."

………………

In the Forgotten Forest, the territory of the Viscount of the Golden Deer, Drogon-Golden Deer is sitting in a floating car in the style of an aristocratic carriage, embracing the newly acquired lover, calling the men in the front seat to lower their altitude, and rushing through the lush branches and leaves of the towering giant trees.

A few cups of sand fire wine from the Benuin Desert are nothing to the tried and tested Drogon, but he wants to hear the crisp sound of branches and leaves rubbing and even breaking, and wants to feel the devastating vibration. His blood is boiling.

In the past few years, the Forgotten Forest has been very restless, and there have been many scary rumors related to the Chilian.People from the Red Federation have been active here, transferring hundreds of thousands of half-elves away, and bringing the "traditional business" of each family into a slump.

As the eldest son of the old aristocratic Jinlu family, Zhuogong-Jinlu has always advocated not relying on the gods or the empire, strengthening the private army, relying on self-reliance, and eradicating the Red Alliance troops in the Forgotten Forest and the half-elves who dared to follow the Red Alliance to make trouble.

However, his father, Viscount Golden Deer, was terrified by what happened to Count Skaven-Evening Star, just like Count Chensong, the largest nobleman in the Forgotten Forest, and did not dare to confront the Red Federation forces head-on.They didn't even want to do such trivial things as sending people to search the mountains. They only knew to hold the thigh of the imperial governor Stitch and wait to die.

Well now, the Red Federation issued some revolutionary notice to stir up the situation on the main plane.At this time, even if Her Majesty the Goddess is unable to take care of the main plane, Her Majesty the Queen is bound to be tough.

Just now he gathered with many noble children to discuss how to take advantage of the situation to make the vast forest of the Forgotten Forest, which must belong to them in the future, more peaceful and better.

At the meeting, they established an organization called the "Elf Brotherhood", made an oath to advance and retreat together with life and death, and even tattooed a pattern of the elven god Kerriron on their chests.

Soon, he will show his talents.

The smoked alcohol added to the big picture, and the slight vibration of the shielded floating car passing through the jungle made Zhuogong's soul fly to the mother tree. He didn't wake up until the floating car fell to the ground and shook violently.

Seeing a person and a leopard lying on the ground in front of him through the car window, Zhuo Gong was furious: "Which bastard is blocking the way!?"

The black and yellow spotted leopard is the most common saber-toothed leopard in the Forgotten Forest. Although the nobles sometimes ride it, it is just for fun, and they are all nobles with pure white hair. Exotic species.This kind of inferior stuff, dubbed the "Forgotten Forest Pastoral Leopard", has always been ridden by freemen and even slaves.

The man in the front seat got out of the car, kicked the half-elf in white who was squatting next to the leopard, and yelled loudly.

The little lover also went down, looked at the situation of the leopard, and told the half-elf to drag the leopard out of the way, after all, she was a woman, so she was merciful.

Drogon didn't want to pay any attention to it at first, but when he saw the half-elf standing upright, not even lowering his neck, his heart pounded, and his anger was ignited by alcohol.

At the party, the brothers were complaining one after another, exchanging their own experiences and rumors of others.For tens of thousands of years, those untouchables and slaves who knelt and kowtowed at a distance when they saw them, now have the guts to plunder property, beat and insult their masters, and try them as a people's court.

At that time, Drogon smashed a table, raised his wine glass and shouted: "This chaotic and evil world will definitely end in the hands of our brotherhood!"

Now this kind of thing happened to me...

That pariah looks like a free man, but a free man is still a pariah when compared to an aristocrat?
How dare he stiffen his neck and look unconvinced?

What about his ethics?What about his shame?Where did he have the guts! ?
Zhuo Gong got out of the car and rushed towards the half-elf, yelling: "If I don't hang your sharp ears here today, I won't be a member of the Golden Deer family!"

First, with a leg, the other side of the body avoids it.

Another slap, and the opponent leaned back and flashed past.

Then there were two fists, and the half-elf with only a ring of tree rope hanging around his waist and smelling of gum sap yelled while dodging: "Why hit me? You hit me!"

Drogon was a second-level noble priest, and he couldn't get a bargain for this kind of untouchables who shuttled between the forests to cut sap all day long.He looked at his subordinates angrily, but the other party actually persuaded him: "Young master, the recent momentum...you should not..."

"Get out—!"

Zhuo Gong kicked his hands down, turned back to the floating car, and took out the fine gold long sword passed to him by his grandfather.

Seeing the long sword, the little lover was too frightened to speak, and shrank away. Zhuogong cast a divine light spell on the sword, and the long sword immediately shone like a beam of light.

"Untouchable, kneel down!"

Holding up the lightsaber and walking towards the half-elf, Drogon planned to chop off the arm first and then the leg. In short, it would not kill him. It would be too cheap for him, so he tossed slowly.

The cold wind passed by his side, and the long sword in his hand was blown away by something, it was the injured saber-toothed leopard.

The saber-toothed leopard whipped its long sword away with its tail, not daring to meet Drogon's eyes, and let out a deep grunt, shrinking into a ball in fear and pain.

A domesticated saber-toothed leopard would never harm a half-elf, let alone a noble. This step is already its limit.

Drogon couldn't care less about taking care of this "cruel and savage" leopard, his eyes fell on the ground in front of him, and the long sword fell right at the feet of the half-elf in white!

The half-elf picked up the long sword subconsciously, and only recovered when he stood up.

Zhuo Gong sneered: "Why, you want to stab me with a sword?"

"Come on, come stab me!"

He said in the most bitter tone: "Dare you, untouchable?"

Although there is chaos everywhere, Zhuogong usually stays in his own castle, or fools around with those cronies in the surrounding human towns, and has never seen it with his own eyes.

After all, the untouchables and slaves who dared to rebel were a minority, and Drogon didn't think his luck was that bad.

Of course, he didn't even think that his aura was so bad that he couldn't even shock such a pariah who lived on rubber tapping tree sap.

"come!"

Drogon raised his voice, causing the half-elf to tremble.

"Kneel on the ground if you don't dare to stab, and crawl over with your knees..."

Drogon stared at the opponent with the gaze of an eagle overlooking the prey: "Hold the sword in both hands, return the sword to me, and then kowtow to me."

The half-elf in white stared round his eyes, and Drogon could see the strong doubt in his eyes at a glance.

He laughed loudly, and said in a low voice with the corner of his mouth slanted: "Worried that I will kill you? Do you have any other choice?"

"Don't worry, you won't die, and your...family won't die either. I'm very kind."

Feeling that the imposing manner he put on was enough, he suddenly shouted: "Climb over! Untouchable!"

The previous pressure was just a chopping board, but now using this iron awl is enough to destroy the opponent's will.

Zhuo Gong felt that today's little accident could be used as a talking point for the next meeting.

Just thinking about it, the half-elf in white did indeed come over.

The corner of his mouth just turned up again, and it froze.

The opponent didn't crawl over, but rushed over...

Like a wounded tiger or leopard, the half-elf in white rushed over. The long sword pierced the soft armor of Drogon's body, pierced through the abdomen, and came out from the tailbone.

Drogon's eyes were protruding, he grabbed the opponent's shoulder in disbelief, his cheeks twitched, and he muttered ferociously: "You...are you crazy... are you crazy?"

With a shake of his body, Zhuogong's eyes were bloodshot, and the opponent drew out his sword and stabbed again.

This time he was speechless, and the other party was also trembling nervously, mechanically drawing the sword, stabbing, drawing, stabbing...

It wasn't until the heart was stabbed with countless swords, and the legendary priest had to go through a lot of trouble to arrive, that the other party came to his senses.

Drogon fell on his back, the half-elf in white turned his head to look at Drogon's subordinates, who and Drogon's little lover retreated again and again.

Holding the long sword tightly, the half-elf hurried into the dense forest with the saber-toothed leopard with a broken leg.

Drogon lay in a pool of blood, covering his heart with one hand and his stomach with the other.

His three-legged cat's magical healing technique couldn't even stop the blood, let alone the slipping intestines.

He looked around convulsively, trying to call for help.

The subordinates came over, but they were holding a camera ball in their hands!

"save……"

He tried his best to open his mouth, but in the end he let out a "meow".

Drogon stopped struggling, and the pupil light dissipated.

At the moment before his consciousness dissipated, he still felt incredible.

Why it came out like this?
What did he do wrong?
In the dense forest, the half-elf in white bandaged the saber-toothed leopard's injured leg, and took out a piece of paper from his backpack.

It was a piece of smudged waste paper with neither words nor patterns, but in the eyes of the half-elf, it was lines of words that glowed red, as if they were burning.

"This is a revolution regardless of region, regardless of country, regardless of race! All spirits of Fein are equal!"

"Plain people, Iceland people, Benuin people, mountain people, half-elves, half-lings, gray elves, half-bloods and even dragons, lizardmen, orcs, dwarves and goblins!"

"Everyone, unite and overthrow the rule of slave owners and nobles. They occupy your property, labor and even your body!"

"Everyone, unite and break free from the shackles of the church and the gods. They are the ones who have taken over your soul!"

"All mortals who love freedom and yearn for happiness, unite! Fight for a better tomorrow!"

The half-elf read it over and over again, and the extreme fear caused by killing the noble just now gradually dissipated, replaced by a fiery impulse.

He wants to meet the people who wrote these words, and he wants to be united with those who, like him, identify with these words and have done something like him.

He himself, as well as his family, had no way out, and he wanted to find a new path.

While the heat was tumbling, there was another line of small characters under these lines of big characters.

"The suffering people of the Forgotten Forest, if you want to be liberated, come to Longxi Valley to find us."

He murmured and read the last few small words: "We are... the Forgotten Forest... the Liberation Army..."

Tears fell drop by drop on the paper, they were tears of joy.

The half-elf was shaking, trying to suppress the urge to jump up and shout.

He clenched his fist and whispered, "The People's Liberation Army...they are real! They are really here!"

Holding up the saber-toothed leopard, the half-elf said forcefully, "Xiao Hua, let's find the PLA together!"

The saber-toothed whimpered in an extremely humane manner, limped, and followed its master whose white clothes had been dyed red.

………………

"The chief cardinal's speech seems to have opened Pandora's box. In just a few days, the demon invasion has become insignificant, and the main plane of Fein is full of flames."

"Who made the ruling class stupid enough to treat the working people as a threat worse than the devil?"

"They huddled in a safe castle and let the people face the devil alone. The people didn't forget how they enslaved and squeezed themselves. Compared with the devil, those nobles, officials and priests are more evil existences."

"The crimson frenzy has arrived!"

In East Fein, in the hidden bay near the city of Prior, Wild Hunt [-], like a steel sea monster, is leaning against the pier of the cave.The members of the Wild Hunter's Guild were counting the results of the battle and writing reports, while Daniel and the people from the Institute of Oceanography were watching the Crimson Communication and chatting in the lounge.

"Don't be too optimistic..."

A voice with a strong laziness sounded: "At least in the Dawn Empire, the situation is not very ideal. The Church of Order is still very powerful in controlling and brainwashing the grassroots people of the empire. The struggle is long-term. The current situation is far from It’s still too early for a decisive battle.”

The man collapsed on the sofa just like them, and continued to point out the country in an old-fashioned way: "Of course, because the Church of Order is strong enough, once there is a rebellion in the territory of the Dawn Empire... no, if it should be called an uprising, the scale and intensity will definitely be too big. It is no small matter, we must keep an eye on it and be ready to support at any time."

"It makes sense..."

Daniel sighed: "But why did it come from your mouth? And what are you doing here? His Majesty Xia An?"

The person who came was Xia An, a young man with white hair in Shamat style. He said seriously, "Of course I'm not here for tourism, but for business."

Daniel frowned and asked, "Does Your Majesty have any special tasks that we need from the Wild Hunter Guild to do?"

Xia An made uh-uh a few times, looked left and right to see if there was no one else, and said in a low voice, "I heard that you... caught a mermaid, that kind of... mermaid."

Daniel's eyes widened: "Your Majesty, do you want to keep it for yourself? She is not a commodity, she is one of the priests of the Leviit Priestess, and she is almost like a saint among humans."

"No no no..."

Xia An hurriedly waved her hands: "I'm not interested in beauties who only have the upper mouth to use. In comparison, if there are mermaids who can play with their legs, I'm more interested... Uh, look at me Well?"

Daniel looked around: "I'm thinking about calling a picket..."

Xia An coughed and changed his words: "I'm just kidding, it's just to enliven the atmosphere, as expected, I'm still a child..."

"It's like this. Considering the image of mermaids and their specialties, they are very rare talents for our Wanmeng Club and the Art Commune, so I came here to see if I can transform this mermaid and let her join into the literary and artistic cause that serves the people."

"It's not my selfishness, it's approved by the central government."

After hearing Xia An's intention, Daniel sighed: "Your Majesty Xia An, I feel that you take this matter very simply."

Xia An was surprised: "How do you say that?"

Daniel asked: "Do you think that mermaids are weak, gentle and kind, and to win them to join our Red Federation is just a matter of a few words, at most one appeal?"

Xia An squeezed her chin and said, "Although I think so, since you asked this question, there must be something weird and strange. I'm listening."

"No, it's not weird or weird." Daniel said: "Your belief is that cuteness is justice, and Your Highness Qili, her belief is that beauty is justice. I don't think you are suitable for dealing with mermaids. "

"This one……"

Xia An was a little embarrassed: "Is there such a big deviation?"

Daniel nodded earnestly: "Now there is already a person, a guy who was originally a firm believer, but because of the appearance of the mermaid, his belief began to waver. Your arrival and what you want to do will make things more complicated, wrong will continue to expand.”

Xia An snorted, his eyes sparkling: "Then I'm even more curious, who is that person? What happened?"

Daniel rubbed his brows and said, "That's okay, we are having a headache, how should we report to the higher authorities?"

　sorry for the lateness...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)