Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Alice touched her chin and asked a rhetorical question——

That's more than 3000 times, not one or two hundred times...Even if you are an iron baby, the paranoid has already retreated. This is still based on the individual situation-pull the perspective into the scope of a civilization and ethnic group, After failing so many times, it should have erupted all kinds of dissenting voices.

But the reality is that most Sarkaz still retain this idea - even his younger sister Teresia's first thing after initially unifying Kazdel was to announce the re-establishment of the country...

After the announcement of the founding of the nation, the internal order of Kazdel, which was still somewhat chaotic, suddenly became quiet, as if it was a reassurance.

This shows how profound the influence of this kind of thinking, or "blood instinct" is...

"Furthermore... a large amount of cultural heritage and customs have been lost in the years of chaos and displacement in Sakaz... Although the so-called bloodline memory has preserved part of it..."

"It can continue to influence one generation after another... Don't you feel anything is wrong? Just grab any Sakaz from the ship and ask him why Sakaz wants revenge and why he wants to restore his country..."

"Trexis, how many people do you think can really answer why...? How many generations, how many years have you been separated from the generation when the country of Tikaz fell apart...?"

Looking at the embarrassed Sakaz man, the white-haired woman in front of her added another sentence.

"This "stamp" is not suitable for this era... Tracys, the essence of this subspace entity is not "Sarkaz's Restoration"...but "Tikaz's Revenge"."

"——The will of hatred from the distant past burns you now, turning it into its fuel, constantly nourishing yourself to grow again... Well, if you continue, maybe you will really become a It’s not necessarily a lesser god in the virtual realm either.”

Alice shrugged after estimating the magnitude of this virtual reality entity.

"What about Sarkaz... what will Sarkaz be at that time?"

Tracy asked, frowning.

"Sarkaz....? It will inevitably be burned and become his last nutrient - when an entity of the Void Realm wants to truly become the secondary god of the Void Realm, it will inevitably expand the source of this emotion .”

"At that time, with enough "instinct", He will not be rigid or constrained by the "ethnic group" of Sakaz that gave birth to Him... but all intelligent life - this is the true identity of the gods of the Void Realm. A source of food and strength.”

"He will only completely swallow all the souls connected to his Sakaz and turn them into nutrients for his own "rebirth"..."

"This... madam, what about our previous plan—"

After getting the answer, Tracy looked at Alice in front of her with an ugly face...

"Continuing to do that is enough... As I said, you need a ritual to draw it out... Now it is not a sub-god of the Void, but a Void entity tied to Sarkaz .”

Alice shrugged and told the latter not to worry, and added in passing——

"That is to say—he can influence you, and you can also influence him."

"Go build a war machine that makes yourself, your subordinates, and other existences, even your sister and her supporters feel... [This is the symbol of Tikaz's Wannian revenge]...."

"For this entity in the virtual realm that has not been fully formed, thinking is a double-edged sword - it drives you back and influences you to become your own Chai Xin. You can also use your thinking to completely pull it out of the virtual realm and imprison it. , or integrated into this machine.”

"And this process only requires some not-too-complicated rituals... After all, at present, this existence is indeed deeply bound to you Sarkaz..."

"Then what's the price? Your Excellency...?"

"Sarkaz will completely lose that so-called voice that keeps telling in the blood, and break free from the shackles of the past."

Tracy Snow nodded thoughtfully, then seemed to have thought of something, and asked curiously——

"But, why are Theresia, my sister, and the Sakaz who follow her not so affected by this...?"

"Because the black crown itself has a similar effect... and it can also affect the individuals who follow the holder... but one is constantly hinting, and the other is talking to each other. Your sister crossed The "voice in the blood" has its own ideas... this influence will also spread with the black crown."

Alice shrugged and looked at Kevin who was listening in a fog...

"As for your ancestors... Void creatures would not want to bump into him—if he already had a certain amount of intelligence, he would even deliberately avoid him."

"Uh...what about me?"

Traces touched his chin, remembering the state before he was beaten violently.

"You? You didn't know where you touched a fragment of a serious Void God of our era, with his breath on it... The Void entity in your blood would not dare to mess with this kind of existence, even if it's just pieces."

"As for after you've been kicked awake - this is only a latent influence on the mind... As long as people are crazy enough, or extreme, and they don't follow the same path, they won't be affected."

Alice shrugged, then seemed to think of something, and looked at the Sakaz man in front of her suspiciously...

"However, speaking of it this way, your path should partly overlap with the concept represented by this virtual entity... It's really interesting, it won't be affected... Or is it the focus of your "path" Not here at all...”

Alice, who subconsciously rubbed her fingers, seemed to think of another possibility amid Tracy's tense expression, showing a weird expression...

"Wait a minute, you kid is not really a girl-controller, is he? He has the same virtue as your ancestors??"

"Cough-cough-!"

A violent and obviously embarrassing cough instantly resounded in the hall, and there were more than one... In the sight of General Manfred as a bystander——

Even the ancestor coughed violently after Ms. Alice finished her words...

Chapter 2 Which dusty pearl are you the "polishing paper" of?

The Ticats Fleet of Exiles in Trexis, Victoria Border

"Your Highness Traces...Ms. Traces...Teacher Traces?!"

Seeing Tracy, who seemed to be recalling something strange, with an embarrassed face and coughing non-stop, Manfred called out his name loudly, trying to bring Tracy's consciousness back to reality.

Obviously, the shouts from the students still have some effect. Tracy, who woke up from the memory, was stunned for a while, then turned to look at the plate and felt Manfred.

"What's the problem again? Manfred."

Just when the young General Sarkaz began to wonder if his teacher was getting old and started to suffer from dementia, Teresis finally came to his senses and began to ask about his students...

"The Dukes of Victoria sent us greetings and said that we can directly settle in Londinium, the capital of Victoria."

General Sarkaz's face was full of concerns, and the abnormal enthusiasm of the Grand Dukes of Victoria aroused his vigilance, which made him inevitably have some bad expectations...

"Your Highness...the Dukes of Victoria have bad intentions...directly invite them to the capital of Victoria? Their intentions are too obvious."

"No... Manfred, no... if they invite us to settle in any of the dukedoms, that's what we need to worry about—"

Tracy shook her head...

"Your Highness?"

General Sakaz's face was filled with confusion when he heard Tracy's reply.

"You are very young...you have not yet dealt with the countries of Terra, so it is understandable that you don't know about it - Manfred, in Victoria, the general grand duke cannot set foot in Londinium. cannot...."

"The Grand Duke who has no reason to break into Londinium will lose his voice and legitimacy in Victoria in a sense."

"That is the royal capital of Victoria... Of course, their king has long since disappeared - Draco has disappeared in Victoria, and the only one who is still active in the upper echelons of Terra is the Grand Duke of Tallulah in the Ursus fiefdom. .”

"The Grand Duke will not play tricks on Victoria...at least not for a long time, even if her late biological father is one of the few Drak nobles in Victoria and has the strongest claim to the throne of this country. , the affairs of Ursus have held her back."

"And the Aslans, those ridiculous Aslans shared the throne from Draco, and even began to persecute those Draco who should have shared the throne with them to maintain their dominance."

"What they finally got after all their painstaking efforts was a retribution of fate. The last King Aslan was pushed to the guillotine by his people. From then on - Victoria has no more kings."

Tracy paused, giving Manfred time to understand.

"In other words... the current city of Londinium itself is a city that is not controlled by the grand dukes - it is difficult for the hands of the grand dukes to penetrate directly into the city."

"That's right, that's how Manfred..."

Tracy nodded—

"Lentinium, the dusty capital of Victoria, a place that seems to be a target for us - but also a hot potato for the Grand Dukes of Victoria."

"They all want to eat...but whoever eats will get their tongues burned and blistered..."

"Your Highness...the Grand Dukes of Victoria want to use us as a cooling agent...?"

"No... no... Manfred, you still take it too superficially - we are not Victoria's cooling agent."

"Those grand dukes want Sarkaz to become the polished matte paper of Victoria's dusty glory..."

"Compared to the nobles of Ursus who were conferred for military service, the nobles of Victoria have a long heritage for them...Compared to the glory of the "Era of Emperors" in the mouth of the nobles of Ursas, it is actually their own in their hearts The benefits are different..."

"These nobles who have been passed down for generations are genuinely eager to restore the glory of Victoria, but they have their own opinions and it is difficult to get together...And, the Victorians actually don't like outsiders, and they don't like to leave their hometown. ..”

Traces looked at his students aside...

"They took us for glue, or hydraulic arms or something...Your Highness."

"Those grand dukes want to use this method to bring together the different Victorian nobles and forces who have different opinions."

Manfred's expression was a bit ugly, as if he was annoyed at being used as a tool by others.

"Because we are outsiders, the most disreputable kind of outsiders - and we're in the capital of Victoria."

"That's it, Manfred—nothing to be mad about, we're all just taking advantage of each other at heart...it's not a losing business."

"The wealth and resources of Londinium as the capital of Victoria more than offset our risk—"

"Those grand dukes think of the Sarkaz as a polish for the dusty pearl of Victoria, and why don't we?"

"Even that lady...she thinks even 'Victoria' is a [polishing cloth] for the dusty pearl of Terra, and we'll be the ones doing the polishing - everyone has their own ideas about Victoria and purpose."

"The Royal Academy of Sciences, the building yards for the fast warships, the Royal Dyer Arsenal—everything in this city meets the conditions we need for that purpose."

"When the military factories and shipyards in Londinium roar again, that is when Sarkaz will completely bury the past..."

......

"This is for you, Manfred..."

Looking at the sun that was about to set on the horizon, Tracy took out a strange pendant from himself...

"What is this... Your Highness?"

Manfred, who took the necklace, looked at the jewelry with some doubts...

"Put it on... This is the treasure I found in the ruins of the Forerunners... According to the records I found in the ruins, this was worn by a tyrant called "Calamity" in the past of the old civilization. Ornaments.

"The name of the necklace is Qianmian, just like her name, it can change the wearer's appearance perception in the eyes of others..."

Manfred curiously looked at the necklace in his hand and felt that it was indeed a very delicate jewelry. It contained some kind of power that he couldn't understand, but from the appearance... why is it a woman's?Was the tyrant a woman?

Looking at the delicate blue butterfly on the pendant, Manfred fell into deep thought.

Chapter 2 I shall die in Victoria, I shall die on the throne of Londinium.

"Wear that pendant...hide your original appearance now, and hide your name in the future...my student...Manfred..."

Tracy's expression was serious, and there was a certain seriousness in his words——

"Teacher Tracy?"

Manfred, who was still wondering why this pendant was so "girly", raised his head in surprise.

I was brought up by His Highness Tracy in front of me, but the elders in front of me rarely called me a student... They often just called me by my first name, or by my position.

The last time he solemnly called himself "my student" was when he was awarded the title of General of Kazdaele by Lord Tresis.

"You are very young... Manfred... You are still very young... You still have a farther road to go than me, and you can see the scenery of the future further than me. It belongs to Kazdaele's scenery. .”

This face was not much different from his own, but Sarkaz, who was several times his age, looked at him, as if sighing something.

"Manfred... as we said earlier, smart guys don't get on the same boat and sail the same course as me...."

"But there may be fools on this ship, there may be those whose minds are blinded by hatred... But this ship "ship" is not at the helm, and we know that this course will eventually sail to Where..."

"This ship is going to be completely buried in the past... Whether it is Sarkaz's thousands of years of enmity, or the strange existence that has been gathered because of this, they are all buried at the end of this road."

"The times have chosen my sister Theresia... and she has successfully stepped on the tide of the times..."

Tracy paused, and looked at the student who was taught and brought up by herself——

"I will die, there is no doubt that those Sarkaz who finally chose to step into the gate of Londinium with me are the same..."

"Perhaps beings like shapeshifters can survive in the end, but obviously...I can't, and neither can you..."

"Before I became the regent, general, and hero of Kazdel, I was just an ordinary Sarkaz civilian, and I didn't have the strange abilities and talents of the royal court Sarkaz, Manfred."

"I don't see that day coming, Manfred, my student - yes, I'm so sure. . . . Kazdel's glorious future again is doomed not to be seen."

"I chose to become the "malice" of this land. This malice will eventually engulf me and those who travel with me... Then, I will usher in my death."

"As I said in front of the lady - Tracys will lead Tikaz to embrace the glory of the past that has disappeared, and rush to destruction, and Sarkaz will be in Theresia lead us on a completely different path.”

"And when our destruction comes—the last gap in Kazdel's path, it will be filled..."

"—I will die in Victoria, I will die in Victoria, I will die on the throne of Londinium...my future is set."

"—and you are different, Manfred, my student."

"You are still very young and should not have passed away so early - Manfred... You still have many things to witness on my behalf, and there will be more brilliance in the future that you want to witness for me... "