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Chapter 1525. The hope hidden beneath the ashes has always been a precious thing, so naturally it belongs to whoever picks it up!

The head of the Ice Blade Wolf Marco was delivered to Murphy's desk that evening.

The only remaining remains of the Great Holy Spirit of Ganot maintained a roaring posture, but the head cut off by Long Yanlia herself represented the last sound of the Great Holy Spirit. All its power was sealed in this wolf head, waiting for Murphy to distribute it to players with perfect suitability for it as a sign of the birth of a new guardian spirit.

Marco's death was a wake-up call for other guardian spirits, and the birth of the Dragon Flame Clan also warned the Ganault people that the consequences of disobeying the Midnight King would be much more terrible than simple death.

From now on, those Ganotte vampires will be deeply bound to the Ganotte civilization and patrol every night, reminding the Ganotte people that above the blood moon hanging high in the night, the Midnight King is watching everyone equally.

It was clear that Murphy was not going to handle this gently.

The main reason is that time is not enough, and the current status of the Ganault people is indeed not worth the Midnight King playing tricks on them. Of the clans that once spread across the Holy Spirit Plains, only one-tenth of them are left.

This civilization, which has never been united, has reached the brink of destruction. If they do not seize this last opportunity, they will really disappear in history.

Later, the dream hunt led by Tris was also a great success.

With the help of the "guide" Kalulu, the young players locked onto the area where the Great Dream Owl Hoft appeared and launched a devastating hunting raid there.

The good news is that Hoft, the Great Dream Owl, has not been tainted by Chaos.

The bad news is that the Holy Spirit, nicknamed "The Wise Man," has reached the end of his life.

It is a special dream creature, bound to the Dream Web of the Sunset Continent. As the Dream Web was eroded by Chaos and became increasingly corrupted, Hoft was also implicated. In order to ensure that he would not fall into Chaos, the Dream Owl cut off his control over the Dream Web in a very cruel way.

It preserved itself, but at the cost of its almost unstoppable decline.

"His strength is average, but he is indeed decisive."

In Murphy's room, he looked at the weak Dream Owl that was placed in the sealed box by Tris.

The shape of this guy in the material world is very similar to that of an illusory cloud that shapes the shape of an owl. Not only is it not ugly, but the decorations on its neck and wings make it look quite mysterious like a "fantasy creature".

"When we found it, the poor creature had sealed himself in his dream cocoon and was only breathing his last breath."

Tris shook her head and said:
"We can't cure it."

"Send it back to the Old World and give it to Casper. She should be able to help Meng Xiao recover some of his strength."

Murphy said:
"Their cooperation is of great significance to the restoration of the dream world. The dream situation in Sunset Continent has deteriorated to this extent. It seems that when I reshape the northern part of the Holy Spirit Plain, I have to find a way to reshape and purify the Fallen Dream Network as well. Otherwise, Chaos will definitely imitate their previous cooperation model with Baphomet and use dreams to increase troops."

"Casper's idea of ​​introducing the power of dreams from the New World to repair the damage done to the Old World has failed."

Tris sighed and said:
"It seems that guy will be busy in the future. She has to weave a new dream from scratch, but this is not a bad thing. Casper is not a quiet person, so we have to find something for her to do. But you told the Ganotes that the war will start in five days. It shouldn't be just them and the Aztecs who will participate, right?

It is not easy to push the front line to Eagle Canyon in a short period of time. This is basically equivalent to conquering a territory as large as the Plantagenet Kingdom in the shortest possible time."

"Yes, we need to increase the intensity."

Murphy nodded and said:
"The most important purpose of our coming to the New World is to enter the Heart of the World. I can't waste too much time in the Holy Spirit Plain, so I'm going to make a big move. Thanks to the chaos forces messing around in the Holy Spirit Plain, the number of deaths here is astonishing.

The bodies of the almost exterminated Ganault people were scattered all over the war zone. I didn't even need to listen carefully to hear the boiling anger of those restless dead.

I have always been very restrained in using those forbidden powers, but when it comes to cutting the Gordian knot, I have to do what Pluto should do.

When you see despair, you have to draw your sword.”

The Scarlet Lord shrugged and said to Tris:
“But the dead need a commander. No leader has emerged among the Ganorites who can command the people, and it is not time for King Osiris to return to reincarnation, so we can only wait for Lao Qin and his command system to come and entrust them with the responsibility of leading the overall situation.

I believe that my chosen will, as they have done in the past, bring despair and defeat to our enemies and share victory and glory with our warriors."

"Old Qin is really busy."

Tris pouted and said:
"Since he arrived in Transia, he hasn't had a single day of rest. Even someone who's good at war would probably get tired of it."

"No, it won't."

Murphy kissed his wife and said:

"Old Qin enjoys this kind of war in his heart. He knows that we are on the side of order and he will not have any psychological burden. Perhaps in the future history, Old Qin will be given an exaggerated nickname like 'Military God'.

So, wait a bit.

In five days, the war will reignite in the Sunset Continent, and we must be ready to leave here and head to the Heart of the World.

Everyone has his own battle, and everyone strives to win it."
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"The situation here is much worse than we expected. It seems that King Louis' ambition for the New World will be dealt a heavy blow. Well, this is really the happiest news today. However, considering that we will have to fight here later, let's just assume that this is also a headache."

Two days later, in the ocean currents close to the coastline of the New World, the fleet of the Plantagenet Kingdom had sailed into this sea area. In the cabin of the flagship "Holmes Ranger", Ms. Effie, dressed as a naval commander, was browsing the news sent back by her scouts.

The leader of the Helms Rangers, who had fought all over the country, now frowned.

Frankly speaking, she had never seen such a bad situation on the Sunset Continent in all her years of fighting, especially on the northern plains of the New Continent. The scouts could not even go deep into the interior without being forced to retreat by all kinds of filthy creatures.

"This is simply a chaotic biological museum!"

Ms. Effie put the information in her hand on the table with a headache. After thinking for a moment, she activated the special computing orb issued to her as the fleet leader.

This thing has an exaggerated size and is a fixed communication device. It uses Ms. Rose's World Network as a communication carrier, freeing it from the constraints of psychic energy and enabling communication across continents. However, it is very expensive and currently impossible to popularize it. It can only be used as a means in emergencies.

Effie waited a moment, and the communication was activated.

Following the projection of psychic energy, King Louis, who was handling official business in the Plantagenet Palace, appeared in the cabin. He took the initiative to greet him and said:

"Sir Effie, has your fleet arrived at the Sunset Continent?"

"No, Your Majesty."

The military leader of the Helms reported to the nominal king with a superficial gesture of respect:
"We changed our route at the reminder of Lord Murphy, and the originally planned landing point was also changed to near the Quetzalcoatl Canyon, which means we have to sail along the coastline for another two days before reaching our destination.

But I must tell you how bad the situation is in the New World.

The landing point we had chosen on the east coast was completely unusable. It had been used as a nest by the Chaos Zerg, and there were three Dagon villages near the nest. If we went only thirty kilometers inland from the landing point, we would pass through two dungeons filled with Chaos evil.

With all due respect, Your Majesty, unless you send all the old Guards that are being re-equipped to the New World, your colonization plans will have to be revised.

The situation here is completely different from the rich land you imagined. In fact, no sensible person should arrive in the New World at this time. Due to my current duties, I must give you my advice. Stop exploring the New World!

Please focus on the Red Earth Continent at the border of the Savage Sea. There are only Dagon fishmen there, who are very easy enemies to deal with in comparison."

"Is the situation really this bad?"

King Louis, who was reviewing official documents, stopped what he was doing after listening to Effie's report. He thought for a moment, raised his head and said:

"In other words, the Holy Spirit Plain has completely turned into a wasteland?"

"Correct."

Effie answered affirmatively:

"This place is no longer suitable for life. This also explains why the Aztec army retreated to the Quetzalcoatl Fortress. It's not that they couldn't break in, but there was no point in breaking in. That barren wasteland can't become a paradise for any life unless someone can transform it from top to bottom."

"But our Creator can do that, can't he?"

King Louis grasped the point immediately.

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He stood up in his palace, walked around thinking, and said:

"The Order camp was called to enter the New World, and the Dragon Emperor also sent out his fleet, which means they do not intend to give up the Sunset Continent. Perhaps that will be the area where Chaos will focus its attacks. After the war, for a Creator who can reshape the world, cleaning up a piece of polluted wasteland will be a piece of cake.

He must have his reasons why he hasn't done so yet, and we don't need to think too much about it.

As for your proposed plan to suspend exploration, it seems to me to be meaningless.

If this is a gamble, then we are already at the table. In the current situation, the only option left is to follow the Order camp to the end and then turn against Chaos. However, do you think I am such a lunatic?

Do not!
General Effie, not only will I not withdraw my troops, I will also ask you to assist our allies in the New World as much as possible to achieve victory after victory.

If you require the Old Guard to assist you there, I will send them.

The prerequisite for eating the victory cake is that we must be qualified to share the cake. Hidden under that piece of wasteland is the future distribution rights. My country must have a place in the Sunset Continent, and you and your army are the key for the Plantagenet Kingdom to obtain the distribution rights!
I’m not a gambler, but I don’t hesitate when I need to make a decision.”

He paused and said to Miss Effie:
"You don't have to think about or worry about political matters. I fully support all your actions in Sunset Continent. Just do it if you think it's necessary. I only ask that you achieve a victory that is inspiring enough.

The Aztecs of the Sunset Continent called us 'white devils', but in reality the Plantagenets are all gentlemen and ladies.

We are not white devils, and we will not become a lowly group like the white devils!
My country and I both have dignity. We must maintain our reputation and reputation. We must use practical actions to prove to the Aztecs and the Sunset Continent that we have shed our blood for that rich land, and therefore we are naturally qualified to rule it!

Neither King Osiris nor the Ganaultians can ignore our contribution to the New World, nor can they prevent the Plantagenet Kingdom from taking root in the Sunset Continent and transforming the resources there into a driving force to support the kingdom's continued rise.

Do you understand what I mean? "

Facing King Louis's question, Effie was silent for a moment and said:

"I understand. You bet everything on the victory of the Order camp, not only because it will allow the kingdom to survive, but also because with this decisive bet, you will sit in the most dazzling seat at the banquet after the victory.

future
You bet on the future.

I have to admit that for the first time my impression of you has changed, Your Majesty.

Perhaps the rumors are true. If you had not inherited the throne, you might have become a famous knight who went down in history."

"I thank you for changing the impression you have of me. It would be even better if you could have more respect for your monarch."

King Louis returned to his seat and began to review the documents again. He said:

"You know, the interests of the Helms are also closely related to the development of the New World. After all, I agreed to your request to monopolize a part of the commercial trade in exchange for appeasing your people. Therefore, we both have common interests in the gains and losses of the New World. I hope you can recognize this."

"I know."

Effie also became serious. She assured:

"I will lead brave warriors through this scorched wasteland and finally gather the hope hidden deep under the ashes. If Sunset Continent is my last battlefield, then I will fight here until the moment of death.

As you said, my people and I have dignity.

If my sacrifice can lead to the Helms people being treated fairly in the kingdom and prevent the tragedies that happened on Traitor Island from happening again, then I can say that I died a worthy death.

In short, I hope your rule will continue into the future, and I hope our country can break away from the shadow of the past and embark on that glorious path.

So be it, Your Majesty.

You and I are both very busy, let’s talk next time.”

Effie cut off the communication, then sighed and rubbed his forehead, calming himself down and continuing to check the war intelligence related to the Sunset Continent. However, when the fleet was moving along the coastline towards the Quetzalcoatl Strait, the fleet's scouts soon delivered a special message.

"Sir! Our psionicists noticed a battle taking place at the cape ahead. According to observation, it should be a group of fleeing Garnaut soldiers being chased by Dagon fishmen. They have a large number of people, conservatively estimated to be around 500."

Effie's adjutant, who was once the commander of the Helms Rangers, rushed into the captain's room and reported to her:

"Several captains ahead are asking if they want to provide support?"

"why not?"

Effie said without raising her head:

"The Holy Spirit Plains was once the homeland of the Ganault people, and we want to open up a territory belonging to the Plantagenet Kingdom there. If we want to do this safely, we must have a legitimate reason!

Rescue the Garnauts, inquire about the location of their clan, and then declare themselves their protectors in the name of the Plantagenet Kingdom. After the war, King Louis' officials can naturally take over the territory.

Although we are soldiers, we must understand that all acts of war must serve politics.

Go ahead.

Show the sincerity and friendship of the Plantagenet people to this new world, and tell the mountains, rivers, seas and rivers here that not all people in the old world are damned "white devils."

(End of this chapter)