The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Kong Ming wrote in a document describing the problem and solution:

"I can't think of a reason for us to grovel and sneak into the Terran noble circle. Jorun's goal is definitely not the territory of Kazdaele. The battle with Ursus is inevitable."

"In that case, what are we going to do to give them face? Are we going to cause trouble for ourselves?"

Who knows what a Terran traditional leader would think when he saw Kong Ming’s treacherous report, but Qiao Lun had no objection to this view:

"What? Does the now-King Lesandral plan to disobey me with the compromises he has to make under the new situation?"

He joked, but the cruel ripples in the psychic sea made no secret of their intention to kill Lal who might be corrupted by power and honor:

Although Qiao Lun believed that he would not be so shallow when he had to question and reflect repeatedly every late night, but how many people could not change their original intentions in the face of power?

In particular, Raisang was obtained by eroding a king with astonishing Originium skills - Qiao Lun has never been less wary of such strong self-awareness.

"I just want to remind you that every condition mentioned by Kong Ming was constructed bit by bit by us who depreciate ourselves as scum. Such a great undertaking cannot be done by the evil spirits of Babel, nor by the nobles of Sakaz. On the continent of Terra, Not every king in the world can do it, only we can do it.”

Lei Sang replied indifferently, as if Qiao Lun could completely format his own psychic ripples and didn't exist.

——Betrayal has always been a false proposition for Feather.

Jorun looked at Lysandral, who comforted his awakened body with the rotten behavior of the Terran kingdoms, and sighed.

Get up and put on the first tie for him:

"The first one is already very suitable. The one you picked now is good for celebrations. Pure black is better for the founding of the country. Everything must be solemn."

"I just want to give them a little support. After all, the return of peace to Kazdaele is more joyful than all celebrations, isn't it?"

The new king of Kazdaele shrugged.

Chapter 59 Unification of Kazdaele ([-] words)

On August 1090, 8 in the Terra Calendar, the First Empire of Kazdare was established.

The ceremony was held in the capital Wirth.

Declared by Lysandral, the founder of Kazdaele's First Empire, a total of 30 people attended the ceremony, including representatives from the Ministry of Scientific Research, workers, farmers, school teachers and students, government officials, and city defense troops. Victoria, Usas, and Letani Envoys from Asia, Rembito, Yan Kingdom, Colombia, Syracuse and other countries also watched the ceremony from high in the royal city.

The venue is in the Arc de Triomphe Square - the square is shaped like an I.

To the north is the canal dug under the leadership of Kong Ming, then prime minister, with five stone bridges erected side by side; to the north is the royal city wall, with the Arc de Triomphe tower towering high in the center of the city wall, and the square extending straight to the south to the Golden Throne - this is the first place in Kazdaele in the future. The main hall where the emperor and his ministers work.

To the south of the I-shaped center, stands a flagpole.

Starting at six o'clock in the morning, teams entered the venue and lined up at the prescribed location. Among them were specific engineers who had joined full-scale production in the royal city: they had just watched the online class to learn industrial knowledge under the supervision of Laspus last night, and they were still learning industrial knowledge early in the morning. Go straight to the venue.

There are agricultural managers responsible for debugging agricultural machinery and equipment in the suburbs:

Although the construction of the underground railway is not a secret, the Ministry of Infrastructure is only slowly paving the way between the engineering base and the scientific research base. The construction of the railway in the Imperial City is still being considered in the drawings.

Therefore, the Sakaz who manage agricultural infrastructure had to get up in the dark at midnight to drive the drivers of the large land vehicles that replaced the subway to transport people, and poured the first wave of cold water in the autumn morning on the faces of the sleepy Sakaz drivers. Finally, he had to start shipping in advance angrily.

But this is by no means a special case. The public transportation that usually starts operating at [-] o'clock is running at full capacity in the early morning. A large number of residents from different cities and different regions even come to the royal city through the dedicated lanes of the garrison corps in various places.

By noon, the Arc de Triomphe square was already crowded with people, and the crowds were rolling like waves on the sea.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lysandral, the first emperor of the Sakaz Empire, took the stage and met with the Sakaz who participated in the founding ceremony. The eyes of 30 people turned to this man who pacified Kazdare and general Sakaz in January. Kaz was brought back to peace with the Emperor.

Imperial Prime Minister Kong Ming announced the start of the ceremony, and the spectators took their seats. The band played the national anthem of the First Kazdaele Empire - "The Kazdaele March". Then, His Majesty Resandral announced: "The First Empire of Kazdaele is here today. Founded!"

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Resandral looked at the 30 Sakaz in front of him - some of them were white feathers that maintained order, some were special feathers possessed by foreign countries, some were ordinary Sakaz, and some were gnashing their teeth or confused. , envoys from various countries with awkward smiles.

There are also countless shots taking pictures from various angles of this king who will surely engrave his name in the history of Kazdaele:

Raisang knew that these lenses used the Blood Weileng Origin Stone network to connect many cities under the supervision of the Fifth Legion - until the Ministry of Engineering and the Ministry of Infrastructure successfully built fixed power grids and signal networks, these Bloodwei Leng temporarily replaced Raspus's tentacles. Only then will the Source Stone grid automatically disintegrate, allowing Joe's will to penetrate deeper into the land of Kazdale.

Behind these shots, there are Sakaz people who fanatically support Resan, such as Mr. Wen Er, who specializes in guarding important experiments, and some are confused and timid waiting for testing at the Kazdare border, but they can pay tribute through the border sharing network. Celebration of Sakaz refugees.

Of course, there were also the various criminals who fled in embarrassment in Kazdale, but were apprehended by the shadow demon in fear and looked at them with resentment:

Of course, many of the fake identities who usually lived in seclusion were suddenly filled with an entity - the fugitive old nobles who enjoyed all the conveniences provided by Lessandral, but deep down in their hearts hoped that this king would be as short-lived as a flash in the pan. Will watch the founding ceremony of the new empire.

In the near future, this announcement of the establishment of the Kazdare First Empire will be made into a variety of discs and exported to Terra - distributed in various countries at a price far lower than the cost price, the infected, the Sarkaz , refugees who cannot live... will have the opportunity to review these records.

The First Empire of Kazdaele will not reject them. She was originally a behemoth hatched in Kazdaele, Sarkaz’s hometown. Of course, she welcomes the children of the past to return to her mother’s arms.

How could Sakaz, who is a susceptible group to ori disease, discriminate against infected people?

It would be better to say that because the black-hearted mercenaries who did everything for money have ruined their credit on Terra, Sarkaz has no position to shout and kill the infected - the Kazdel Empire will become what the infected have dreamed of going to. In the Holy Land, infected people will be their natural supporters and sources of soldiers.

Refugees who can't survive can go anywhere, and Kazdaele's First Empire will be one of their choices. As long as someone wants to participate, Resandral doesn't mind giving him an identity - provided that he abides by the card. All the laws of Zdel.

After he slowly revealed this brief but weighty statement, it was supposed to be a military parade:

Show your muscles and fists to all those who have ill intentions towards Kazdael's First Empire, and let them know the shocking power that Lysandral holds in his hands.

But facing the countless fanatical and heavy looks at this moment, Lei Sang choked up in his throat:

Compared with the fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master in the blood that is not cold, and the shadow boss Joruncho who roams the destiny, Isaac

The feather Lesandral, which was made from the raw material of the ancient king of Khaz, undoubtedly has deep feelings for this place where Sarkaz's ancestors have lived for generations.

——For Qiao Lun, there is no home in this world, and his roots are not here, but for Lesandral, Kazdaele is the hometown of his soul that he will never forget, the remnant soul that walked out of history until death. Unforgettable love and sleep are the end of the endless destiny of the Sakaz family.

So he willfully disrupted the progress of the celebration. Facing countless cameras, eyes, and crowds, Resandral blurted out:

"I am Lysandral, the emperor of all Sakaz, the ruler of Kazdael, the patron of the infected, and willing to accept the ethnic groups that are hated by all the countries on this land:

I have been to Victoria, and their steam technology is really enviable. But while the nobles and businessmen can enjoy this beauty with peace of mind, the infected people are working with their lives - a piece of bread can buy the life of an infected person, Xiaoqiu County Because of historical issues, Feilin was not accepted and could only receive half or even less of the salary to support their children who could not grow up with poor milk.

I have been to Syracuse, and the Roopers are really cool. In a land riddled by natural disasters, famine is widespread, and wild beasts eat each other. The big shots in Sicily can drink red wine and think about where their families will go. The veterans are killing people while discussing retirement, and doing the work of the gang. As a reward from the Lateran God, Luper, who knew nothing about the vast land, targeted Sicily and killed each other.

I have been to Ursus, which is full of contradictions, internal and external difficulties, and the nobles and generals are at odds with each other. The former is intoxicated in the pleasure of life and death and turns a blind eye to the hopeless help of the poor. The latter is addicted to the aggressive nature of the old emperor and plunders others. The story is used as a promotion ladder to anesthetize the spirit stung by the current situation, and ordinary Ursas know nothing about it.

I have also been to Yanguo, Colombia, and Casimir. They are all beautiful and each has its own characteristics. But the most beautiful place is when traveling in the countryside. I can see hungry children waiting to be fed. Children, women, old people and even infected people with sword wounds on their bodies are all without exception.

When I returned to Kazdale, everything connected in a circle:

There is no change, and there are all kinds of sufferings, but in the end it is always just a matter of leaving home and deciding between life and death.

I saw refugees leaving this land, even though every inch of Kazdaele's fertile soil had the sweat of their ancestors.

I saw people killed by famine, weapons, and bombs. There was no mercy or miracles, even if the tears of Sakaz were shed on Kazdaele.

I saw the parts in the factory that were worse than death, but were divided, judged, and demanded by the lords. Their humanity became small screws that were not suitable for mechanical work. The numb and thin Sakaz people could not find any health and beauty that they once had. , even if these lords live their own lives with the blood and sweat of Sakaz.

Victoria red wine, Bolivar cigarettes, Rem Billiton furs, Colombian industrial products... The tide of the times has provided them with too many convenient conditions for their enjoyment, but it has made every Sakaz civilian pay the price for them.

A bottle of red wine with a luxury label can be exchanged for [-] tons of Spanish rice or [-] tons of Colombian wheat flour on the market - an amount that a family of five in Cazdale can eat for many years. Sadly, people in the factory adulterate even the same amount. Sawdust and black bread cost a full day's wages.

Is this right?

I don't think so.

But the businessmen from Victoria thought it was right, the nobles of Victoria thought it was right, and the generals and grand dukes of Ursus thought it was right. For this reason, they gritted their teeth and sucked blood, preparing to take advantage of this opportunity to stab Kazdel to fill his stomach.

The Sicilians of Syracuse also think it is right. The Lupers have become accustomed to treating suffering as food. Casimir's business alliance and the Silver Spear Pegasus also think it is right. The common people of Little Pony are calling for victory, but they cannot see the light behind it. Uncoverable darkness.

The nobles of the Yan Kingdom think it is right, the big businessmen of Colombia think it is right, and the magic geniuses of Leitania also think it is right. Even if their wisdom allows them to see the pain and despair in every land on Terra, they still think it is a thing. The law of development is correct.

But I want to say to every infected person, every sakaz, every oppressed person, every confused person who cannot see the future and is confused, this is not right.

I hope that everyone can live a normal life in this land called Terra, with adequate food, clothing, and education.

I hope that everyone, regardless of race, can find a way out on the land of Terra, be free from disease, and grow old in peace.

I hope that everyone, regardless of whether they are infected with the Originium, can work together on Terra, there will be no more discrimination, and life will be equal.

This is right, and this is the truth for which the Kazdare First Empire fought and dedicated its time and lives.

Sakaz who lost everything in the civil war, come back. Peace has been restored in Kazdaele, law and order are growing, and the motherland welcomes you.

All infected people who have nothing on Terra, come here. There is no shortage of infected people in Kazdare, and we will not put unnecessary weight on our lives and morals. We promise to develop drugs to treat infected people, and we will never be like Colombia. Use painkillers as a lifeline.

Welcome, blind and helpless oppressed people!In Kazdaele, all you lose are your shackles.

May this world be peaceful, may this light last forever, may people love each other, may time go by and life last forever, may people always be happy. "

Chapter 60 The First Empire of Kazdaele

"Damn!!!"

pure black

The distinctive cold voice of Tracys echoed in the colorful black iron palace.

As the home of King Therese, who eroded Victoria, this palace combines understated luxury:

In order to avoid the attention of ulterior motives, the exterior walls of the palace are of the same specifications as the luxurious residences lived by other gentlemen in Londinium. The decorative patterns and wall designs are also in line with the arty hobbies of the Victorians, reducing the place where a usurper's monstrous ambition is buried. sense of presence.

——During the civil war, in order to prevent Theresa from finding him, His Royal Highness the Regent worked hard and used a mysterious and unknown location to escape from the sight of evil spirits and Theresia.

But like every mid-term emperor, the regent of Tresisis was not satisfied with the aesthetic style and culture of the Victorian Felin clan.

For this ambitious royal family, who has as much prestige as the princess in the eyes of the strongman Sakaz, Kazdare is the hometown that he does not want to leave after all - so in order to commemorate it, it is logical to renovate the interior of the palace.

The top furs obtained by the Victorians from Sargon, Bolivar's various top collections, ancient artifacts in the Ursus art style, and even the Kazdaele treasures that Tracy did not bring due to various reasons.

These priceless objects replaced the functions of ordinary furniture and served as decorations in the floors made of precious wood and the large rooms with magnificent architectural styles - even Tracy has not even looked at other rooms until now.

Now, they welcomed the long-awaited His Excellency the Regent—and experienced the catastrophe that the two kings brought to Kazdaele:

Lysandral's proud speech and the complete obedience of the border nobles, who handed over all the military power they had fought for and fought for for generations, were like spiked gauntlets.

The slap on Tracy's cheek left unforgettable blood stains - he never thought that the border nobles who faced him would fall so quickly and easily.

The power that Tracys had been unable to fight for with huge promises of money, inducements and threats was thrown away like garbage. No one resisted and no city said no to Lessandral.

"How dare they do this??!!! How can they do this??!!!"

Thinking of the scene that Victoria's envoy described to him with fear and hesitation when he returned, Tracy grabbed another bottle of antique porcelain and threw it to the ground.

With a bang, the porcelain of ancient brands from Yanguo's top cave fell into tiny pieces and spattered everywhere on the soft and precious carpet. However, Traces ignored it and instead stepped on the thick fur carpet.

The sharp sound of breaking the air, accompanied by the shattering of bottles, cans, tables, chairs and porcelain bottles, happily stung people's ears in the room - the power of the Sakaz royal family allowed Tracys to easily lift the entire room. Blanket on the ground.

The beautiful fur blanket stuck to the wall due to the inertia of the sound of breaking through the air, taking with it other equally valuable furniture.

The collapse of a large amount of broken wood and porcelain raised and attracted dust, staining the white royal robe with an unclean gray.

But he no longer paid attention to such trivial matters. The frustrated Prince Regent couldn't help roaring in the room, and was knocked out of his mind by the huge wave of fate.

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'Is the prophecy of Kazdael's will wrong...'

Theresia was also lying on the bed to rest after a long absence. Her originally gentle and compassionate heart was filled with endless fatigue:

The civil war is over, but neither she nor the emperor's brother is the winner.

Whether it was saving Kazdaele or changing the endless cycle of misery on Terra, the winner did it far better than her, did it skillfully, and no one in Kazdaele was dissatisfied or unwilling to do it.

The agitated Thearesia finally no longer carefully controlled her dangerous Origin Stone skills, and her mind was filled with sadness, confusion, and uncertainty about the future, and the fluctuations in her heart were undulating gracefully throughout the room.

The miserable princess once again lost the support of her subjects after losing her hometown, family, and family ties. The complete surrender and self-cooperation of the border nobles caught Theresia, who was hesitant about using Originium skills, off guard:

There is no doubt that Lysandral is a shameless but great monarch. He does not hesitate to use the dangerous power of mind-altering on the rebels, and ends Kazdaele's war while Theresa is hesitant to think about the human spirit. suffering.

——Jo Lun always believes that there is no point in being obsessed with fair and aboveboard means. Quickly ending everything that should not be the case, allowing Kazdare to return to peace and Sakaz to live and work in peace and contentment is much more important than all moral sentiments.

While Theresa was still hesitating whether arbitrarily modifying other people's emotional memories would lead to losing her bottom line and becoming a demon king who oppressed her subjects and ignored life, Jolon had already smeared large strokes on the canvas of the souls of the border nobles.

Let future worries be resolved through constant self-examination and inspection. Ending the current suffering and despair should be the biggest direction.

Because while wondering how these future Sakaz will suffer, the current Sakaz people have bled until their tears have dried up...

The princess fell on the bed and reflected hard, leaving the evil spirit and Lord Lynx to confirm the race of the ancient legions who shouted long live for Mount Leisang and worshiped in every possible way during the military parade during the founding ceremony:

"The first legion, the forest elves, they were the masters of the Banshee tribe in ancient times. The extent to which the Banshee tribe was persecuted as slaves is recorded in the 867th book from the right in the third row of your bookshelf.

There is no doubt that they are a powerful magic race. So far, the banshee tribe's spell construction and spell-casting habits are all imitations of their old masters, and they have only scratched the surface of the documents left by the elves.

The second legion, the Shadow Demons, is the same powerful race in ancient times, which led to the annihilation of many Sakaz tribes and the death of several ancient monarchs. Their spells are changeable, and they are especially good at space types. Every Shadow Demon will survive in the so-called space after reaching adulthood. In the different space of the shadow world.

Those 'W's should be one of them. This layer of black veil is exactly the same as what Askaron described. The W in the Tower of Babel should have inherited their bloodline, and even appeared to be atavistic. Unfortunately, compared to the whole A shadow demon who is an extra-dimensional creature, she is just an ordinary Sarkaz.

The Third Legion..."

Lord Lynx, who rarely spoke out information clearly and clearly, looked at the mighty Third Army Commander on the screen and sighed:

"The third legion, the Wendigo Legion, is the legion closest to today's history, even though they are old enough compared to today's Sarkaz.