Ark's Journey to the Demon God

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"Therefore, before I am completely corrupted, I still want to do something within my ability for Kazdel and Sakaz. Marquis, I hope you can understand."

"Of course I understand, old man." Shen Muke replied: "The contribution of your royal court to Sakaz is indelible."

"Haha... In fact, I have no attachment to the identity of the Lord of the Royal Court. It is only because no one among the scavengers has been born who is qualified for this position that I have persisted until now... If Sarkaz can get rid of this painful reincarnation, Of course I’m happy to see it come to fruition.”

"So, come and prove it to me, Agaritu, let me see what the blueprint you have sketched looks like."

……

The Scavenger King left.

Just like when he arrived, it was instant and silent.

The rolling yellow sand was still raging, as if the conversation between Shen Muke and the Scavenger King had never happened.

But Shen Muke knew that this was a new beginning for him and the Sakaz family.

From today on, he, the honorary Marquis of Kazdare, will finally come to an end.

"Before the Sakaz people see new hope, I will be their outright enemy..."

Shen Muke shook his head. He had no intention of discussing position and moral issues, because these things cannot be put into perspective.

I am not you, you are not me, who can really understand who?

Even with everything he has now, in the end all he can do is: do his best and know his destiny.

Looking at the rolling yellow sand in front of him, this desolation made Shen Muke not doubt his own path, but thinking of the sincere eyes behind the face of the King of Scavengers, he still couldn't help but sigh:

"The intersection of the times... How many flesh and bones will fall into the dust under this wheel?"

"It seems that immortality is not a good thing..."

……

Londinium, Arsenal No. 11.

With the gradual expansion of the scale of the war and the gradual defeat of the frontal battlefield, various arsenals in Victoria have entered overload mode.

Originally, workers had half a day off every week. However, as the frontline became tighter, workers in the arsenal had to start a life of "halving their wages and working overtime."

"Alas...when will this [Victorian slang] war end..."

Old Bill lamented for the third time today. He knocked the hammer in his hand heavily on the machine tool and cursed: "It would be great if all those damn demons died!"

"Hey, old Bill, don't be so excited~"

On the machine tool, a young figure poked his head out——

The young film guy was wearing a smart and lightweight work jacket. His figure was not strong, but the tight trouser legs and the protruding lines on his vest still showed that he had a very strong physique.

Tying the bright red hairband behind his head, Feist smiled and cheered for his co-workers:

"Brace yourself, old Bill, we've got to get this done this afternoon."

"Yes...yes..." Old Bill lamented and said, "You kid, I really don't know how you manage to be so energetic..."

"Maybe...smoking less?" Fester joked: "I'm joking, Old Bill, but I still suggest you smoke less."

"What do you know? Don't you know that the tax on tobacco is more expensive than bread?" Old Bill raised his eyebrows and said, "If I smoke one more cigarette here, I will shoot one more arrow on the front line. Do you understand?" ah?"

"Hey, then you need to take a few more puffs~" Fester said with a smile: "It's just that I still think you can contribute more to the country if you are healthier."

"Who cares?"

Old Bill shook his head, knocked on the lathe in front of him again, and said:

"People like us are like crops in the field... When we are alive, we must produce ears of wheat to fill all the vacancies in the country. When we can no longer work, we must be turned into fuel and pushed into the incinerator to glow and heat. Let this [big factory] continue to operate and we will turn into ashes in the end, who cares?”

"Hmm... What you said is really scary." Feist laughed twice. He turned around and pressed a screw on the loading machine, and hit it twice with a hammer:

"However, I feel like someone still cares. You see, if I turn into ashes, someone will definitely shed tears for me... And, who said we are insignificant?"

Feist showed the machine in his hand to Old Bill and said with a smile: "Old Bill, look, there are dozens of screws, large and small, on it, and each one fits perfectly. If any one is missing, this thing will not rotate." Can’t get up.”

"It seems that little people like us are quite important~"

"Fester, what are you two talking about?"

Some stern voices sounded behind Feist. He subconsciously shrank his neck and turned around——

"Grandma... why did you come to my workshop?"

Facing the white-haired film in front of him, Feist no longer dared to joke. He only had time to hide the casual gadget in his hand behind his back.

"Have you finished your work? Just relax like this."

Catherine shook her head. She was always helpless towards her naughty grandson.

"Hurry up, we have to deliver the goods tonight."

"I see, Grandma."

Feste made a pledge to Catherine,

He lowered his head and swung the hammer again.

Jingle!Jingle!

This is how batches of products are created...

Under the moonlight, a mysterious figure in work clothes slipped out of the factory following the shadow.

"Comparing yourself to a screw? What a strange metaphor."

In the shadows, work clothes and dust were covered with green liquid, and the mysterious figure's body and face changed rapidly.

The originally strong and tall worker disappeared and was replaced by a thin figure whose gender was indistinguishable.Skirt⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤

However, no one will underestimate him because of his short stature.

He is the oldest royal court in Sakaz, a strange and ever-changing, omnipresent existence.

A cluster of shapeshifters, an eternal royal court.

"Without any screw, the machine cannot operate, because every screw is important."

"It's really interesting that you can still hear such interesting theories here..."

The shapeshifter remembered these words in his heart, and at the same time looked into the distance - the Royal Court of Londinium was very close in front of him.

Chapter 13 Aslan’s end

"Good evening, Lord Mace."

"good evening."

"Good night, Lord Mace."

"Good night."

In Londinium, in the marble-paved corridor of the imperial court, each courtier and waiter bowed to the Duke of Cumberland, and the mysterious leader of the Tower Knights also returned the same gentle gift to them, which made all the courtiers feel... Flattered.

squeak-

The heavy door panel was pushed open by two attendants, and Jeffrey Mace entered the king's hall.

Even though it was night, the old king still did not fall asleep.

Victoria's old lion king was sitting at a large table. In front of him was a huge sand table.

His loyal minister Robert Cumberland accompanied him. Since the beginning of the war, the Duke of Cumberland had never left the royal court. The king specially opened an official residence for him in the royal court so that he could respond at any time. call.

In the past peaceful times, this was a supreme favor, but now, everyone has seen the sadness of the old king...

Victoria's King, who can he trust now?

Jeffrey Mace cast his eyes on the sand table. On the sand table, the black flags had formed an encirclement. The legions of Duke Godotin and Duke of Wellington were separated by the legions of scavengers, making it difficult for the army to move forward. While the Duke of Cester and Duke Cavendish's troops had retreated from the frontal battlefield, they only used a small force to harass the Sakaz people...

Except for the Duke of Windermere's border troops who were still holding the royal flag of Regent Tresissi head-on, the other Dukes were either in danger or acting against the will.

Everyone could see that Victoria was losing this battle.

"See Your Majesty."

Jeffrey Mace stepped forward and greeted the king.

In this precarious moment, the Tower Knights led by Jeffrey Mace are the few people the old king can still trust.

"Your Majesty, Jeffrey is here..."

The Duke of Cumberland reminded him in a low voice, and the king, who was concentrating on his affairs, reacted:

"Ah, Jeffrey, here you are...sit down."

The king waved his hand, motioning for Jeffrey to sit down, and returned to his original working state. ()

Most of Victoria's kings were both civil and military, and this one is no exception...

However, even if you have great talent, if your army is not worth relying on, it will be difficult to achieve anything.

Looking at the black flag on the sand table gradually approaching Londinium, the old king sighed——

In ancient Sargon, before Aslan set foot on this land, there was a saying among the Aslan people:

"Don't use your true skills at will, because then others will find out that you have no skills."

That's what Victoria is like today.

Before the war started, who would have thought that the majestic Victoria, the great empire on which the sun never sets, which occupies the golden region of the mainland, would actually suffer defeats at the hands of the Sakaz people.

First, they lost the vast colony of Rem Billiton, and then they suffered setbacks in the expedition. Now, the Sakaz banner has even invaded the mainland and formed an encirclement outside the city of Londinium...

It’s not that the old king has never thought about asking for help from outside, just like the joint crusade against Gaul, he also wants to use diplomatic mediation to win allies for Victoria. After all, the Kazdare countries contributed to the recent destruction. .

But when the Lion King's envoy circled around, he realized that the world had changed.

The Casimir Supervisory Committee and the Chamber of Commerce rejected them without hesitation, and the reason was very straightforward:

"The people of Casimir expect to live in peace, and the businessmen of Casimir expect to profit from any activity."

"However, war will undoubtedly destroy these, so I'm sorry to say that Casimir has no intention of intervening in your war."

As for Ursus, that was even more heavyweight, and the envoy who was sent there was immediately taught a lesson——

"The Empire? That's a thing of the past."

Alina, who was wearing a black robe and a fire emblem on her sleeve, received the envoys gently and said that in the early days of the Republic, Ursus had no intention of interfering in any disputes. Please eat and drink well, and then please go back.

Before the envoy could say anything more, he was asked out of the room by a few tall and sturdy men, without even taking out the documents he had prepared.

integration

The envoy, who did not understand anything about doctrine, was invited out of the Holy Castle. He had no choice but to risk his life and cross the northern wasteland to go to Letania for help.

"Letania is aware of Victoria's danger, but Letania does not have the conditions to support Victoria."

The Queen in White Dress calmly explained to the messenger.

In the Battle of the Four Emperors that year, the reason why Letania, the smallest territory among the Four Kingdoms, became the vanguard of the Four Kingdoms was entirely because of the Witch King's resentment towards the Emperor of Gaul, Corsica I.

Because the Gaul Emperor's letter of surrender was delivered to the Witch King, the war started, so Victoria and other three countries followed suit, and this battle took shape.

Today, Letania is in a state of exhaustion. The twin queens who are focused on development really have no interest in helping the Victorians fight. What's more, they have already received the news through the chalk and black keys - Ah Nor does Mr. Garito want the war to expand.

Don't take the initiative to join the war before Kazdel has fired the first shot. Letania cannot afford such a full-scale war now.

Just like that, any hope of finding help was gone, and Victoria was back to square one.

The old lion king sighed again, Victoria, after all, she still has to rely on herself...

"Jeffrey, what's the matter with you?" The old lion king turned his head and asked.

"Well...I am here to present to His Majesty the list of Tower Knights' recently expanded personnel."

As the war situation gradually worsened, in order to ensure the safety of the Imperial Court, the Tower Knights naturally needed to expand appropriately.

The old Lion King nodded, and he subconsciously reached out his hand to pick up the list in Jeffrey's hand——

Zheng! !

A trembling sound broke the original silence.

"what?"

The Duke of Cumberland said subconsciously. He turned around and saw the old Lion King's hand and Jeffrey Mace's hand stopped in place at the same time——