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Chapter 75 War breaks out
On October 1350, 10, the weather was cloudy with a light breeze.

The smoke from the artillery shells and the gray fog from burning houses accumulated in the sky, dyeing the gray clouds a thick black.

It was exactly noon on Monday, and people were entering a new beginning with hope after a pleasant rest on Saturday and Sunday.

The streets were full of people, and in the roadside restaurants people were laughing and scolding, chatting, women were hugging men tenderly, picking up food for each other sweetly, mothers were wiping their children's mouths carefully, and husbands were celebrating their wives' birthdays, happily cutting the cake.

It happened to be Monday noon when the war between Feysac and Loen broke out.

The Feysac airship fleet circled over Backlund like locusts, making a buzzing noise.

One bomb after another, one cry after another...

Ordinary people fell down in large numbers without any warning, and many of the corpses had not yet closed their eyes.

Louis squatted down and saw the body of a little girl who looked only six or seven years old thrown in front of him. Her pure and bright eyes were wide open, her two arms were broken and her lower body was gone. She was probably blown to pieces, but with the broken limbs and flesh all over the ground, Louis couldn't tell which one was hers.

He reached out his hand and closed the child's eyes, and his hand accidentally got some of the cream left at the corner of her mouth.

The cat meowed softly at this time, as if it was comforting him, and as if it was comforting the dead girl.

Louis stood up and looked at the people running around. They were like stalks of straw in a field, which would break into large pieces when the wind blew.

"Are you angry? Are you upset?"

"This is why we have always wanted to end the chaos!"

There were stars twinkling in his mind and countless voices speaking to him.

Louis did not respond. He clenched his right fist and gently waved it upwards. The sound of splashing water came from the void.

An illusory river appeared, flowing endlessly with rolling waves, sweeping across the entire street in an instant and spreading to the entire Backlund.

The falling shells instantly silenced themselves in the water without any explosion. They just fell slowly to the ground like heavy stones.

The turbid yellow river water enveloped the panicked crowd, carrying away the blood and injuries and soothing people's fear.

The illusory water flow did not affect people's breathing and vision, and some brave people began to try to run farther.

Several babies were held in their parents' arms. The animals in the river circled around them curiously, occasionally passing through the babies' arms, making them giggle.

"The soul is back!"

Countless lights flashed, and the ancient horn sounded. The heroes buried in history crossed the ages and came into the world.

The tall and burly elegant middle-aged man and the gentle and indifferent young man with a feather fan stood behind Louis.

A cold light flashed in Louis' eyes, layers of masks surrounded him, and white flames burned under his feet.

I don't want to get involved in your war. I don't care who wins or loses. I won't pay any attention to you fighting on the battlefield.

but why!
You have to use these innocent people as sacrifices in front of me!
He calls himself a noble, but he attacks unarmed civilians!
The flames were blazing, and images of countless burning ruins kept flashing through his mind, making him feel inexplicably irritated.

"All the airships in the sky should be buried with them!"

Louis spoke in a deep voice and sent Amy back to Cloud City.

A bronze chariot was lying in the air, and the tall and strong Confucian scholar jumped up and jumped onto the chariot.

He held the reins with one hand, and tall, red horses appeared in front of him, breathing heavily.

The wide sleeves were blown up by the wind, revealing his thick arms. The blue veins bulged out like a coiled dragon or snake, full of explosive power.

"They come, the security!"

Louis only heard the elegant middle-aged man, who was a head taller than him and whose arms were thicker than his thighs, shout angrily,
He drove the chariot towards the densely packed airships in the sky. The equally tall horse neighed, and the knotty dragon scales pierced through its body, as if it was covered with a layer of cold armor, awe-inspiring and majestic. "The Master has always been known for his kindness and respect for etiquette. What he meant was that since they have come here, they must be buried here properly."

The young man called Mr. Wolong covered his angry face with a feather fan and explained to Louis with a smile.

"That's right. We are all polite and civilized people. In that case, let them rest in peace as soon as possible."

Louis' eyes lit up, as if he had just discovered something, and he agreed with the young man's words.

Then he transformed into divine light and followed the chariot, rushing towards the Fussack airship that was dropping bombs everywhere.

The young man called Wolong waved his feather fan, which brought a gust of wind, following closely behind.

This war started three days earlier than originally planned.

Due to Alexei's presence, the Aurora Society members withdrew from the action very decisively, leaving the Witch Church alone.

Klein's report led to the Nightingale of Despair, who had just entered Backlund, being caught by the three major churches. Having just suffered a setback from the Aurora Church, they did not give Panatia any chance to react and directly blasted her into pieces.

Having lost the support of the two evil organizations, George III could only increase the population demand from the pirates and no longer even bothered to cover it up.

He just wanted speed. No one in the world would want another god, let alone a living king.

He had to complete all the rituals before the enemies could react!
He supported the war and even took the initiative to promote it!
Not to mention the Feysac people, most of the methods they control are related to war, and when a war ends, it is ordinary people who die.

On the contrary, the mid-range and high-end combat power will increase significantly, which is a good thing.

They also supported this war and even chose to strike first!

For the Seven Gods behind them, the status of a High-Sequence Extraordinary would not be much higher than that of a Low-Sequence Extraordinary. What they need is a helper who can fight against the doomsday together.

Now it seems that George III is the one who has the greatest chance of success. They have no reason to stop the war. Even from everyone's perspective, a god is undoubtedly more cost-effective than civilians who die like straw in a war.

Is there anyone who speaks out against this decision?

Treat other people’s lives as chips, food, leeks, and ants.

People who died with their eyes wide open were lying on the ground, looking at the sky through the dim water, with their empty eyes, as if questioning their fate.

Is there anyone who objects? Is there anyone who sees us as equal beings?

Countless lingering undead souls are asking questions here.

Louis saw their unwillingness and resentment lingering, so he was so angry, but he didn't know how to answer.

So he chose the best solution and went straight to the people who created the problem.

The turbid yellow water rushed by and the cold wind blew through the mess, like the mournful questions of the dead.

"Have!"

The distant and firm voice was resounding, and accompanied by the sound of the wind, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every undead, even to Louis' ears.

Louis, who was overturning an airship, looked back suddenly.
At the edge of the street, someone went upstream against the current and the crowd and arrived at the first battlefield.

"The Seven Gods consent..."

I am Klein! I am a fool! I was once a commoner, but I am definitely not one of those high-handed people who treat other people's lives as playthings!
"Fools object!"

The voice that only Beyonders and spirits could hear came out of Klein's mouth slowly and firmly.

(End of this chapter)