Chapter 319: Sacrifice Magron

The fire that erupted in the void looked like thunder from the ground. Everyone was wondering if Count Weide's attack had begun. Soldiers rushed out of bunkers and artillery positions, abandoning their own positions. From officers to privates, the defensive arrays that were enough to destroy warships quickly turned into a pile of scrap metal.

But this was not an attack, but a rescue. It was just that those dazzling and deadly lights were difficult for people to distinguish. Blindness and obedience were even more deadly. The entire fortress was paralyzed. The only large violent organization that could maintain order was biting each other or running away. The reality was that in such a special situation, morality was just empty talk. Doomsday had actually arrived. Plunder, harm, snatching food, seizing the weak, labor, and women, all became supplies.

But the most ironic thing is that the arrival of the savior has intensified such emotions. People's hearts have now become the most terrible props, sweeping across this dilapidated place like a hurricane. The escaped PDF soldiers, without the command of officers, immediately turned into something like a hive gang. The privateering between civilians has never dissipated since the collapse of the civilized order.

Those violences finally formed ruins. The war between people destroyed the once prosperous streets. Inexplicable anger was vented among the PDFs. In addition, the contradictions between officials and military officers were intensified because of the Earl's declaration. Finally, a legion with a number far exceeding the guards stationed in the lord's fortress appeared. It was composed of local PDFs and led by Lieutenant Colonel Ryder, who lost almost all his men in the defensive battle.

However, the lieutenant colonel's view on this matter was just to obey, just like what he had done before, obeying the choice of the majority. He sat in the armored vehicle and looked at the ruins. The lord's fortress was spared because of the large void shield. The large Gothic fortress that was still intact, the fortress of about 50 meters and the densely packed watchtowers and trenches in it, all became evidence of the lord's cowardice.

In the end, the military chaplain shouted about the lord's blasphemy against the emperor and his stupid choices, such as excessive hoarding of food to disrupt order and attacking allies to violate the agreement. In short, in his mouth, some, vague, unfounded, and all true, and all were put on the will of the emperor. Faith is such a good and convenient thing.

The lieutenant colonel only met the lord once, he had no emotions, he just believed at this moment that if the lord surrendered and gave up resistance, then the war would end.

The strong wield their swords against the stronger, and the weak against the weaker. This human logic is still valid in the dark forty thousand years. Compared with those powerful fleets suspended in the void, the Lord's Guards of only 5,000 people are obviously weaker, so the lieutenant colonel has to and can only believe that the death of the lord can end the war.

Therefore, he must and can only die. This is the bottom-of-the-heart appeal of those who still want to live now. However, many people, especially the lieutenant colonel, have vaguely realized that the root of the matter is not the lord, but the powerful power and threat of the enemy. But the problem is that the lieutenant colonel certainly thinks he is powerful, so in his eyes, the lord has become a powerful evil. It is also this blind spot in thinking that makes him unable to realize that the enemy is not Lord Magron.

But people are as sure as the various words in the concepts promoted by the priest that the death of the lord is the real key to ending the war.

Rolling thunder and lightning appeared from the artificial atmosphere. The dense clouds resonated with the artillery fire of the Imperial Guard, emitting that special lightning, as bright as a flash of a star. Suddenly, the whole world turned white. People facing the thunder or those with their backs to it were covered by strong flashes, like a layer of light curtain draped over the soldiers. The priest shouted. "This is the Emperor's will!" Mobilizing people's hearts.

The sound of fuel promethium added to the engine soul was endless, and the mist was discharged from the car body, like a person who had not been tired for a long time and stretched his waist.

From the high platform of the fortress, the colonel, or more accurately, the former colonel, looked at the soldiers who once belonged to him with interest. He said to the signalman with a telescope. "Standard attack array, their front troops are trying to get close to the void shield, but this thing is really convenient, a gift from the Emperor." He commented on the void shield not only because of its power, but also because of its actual lethality and fear-inducing ability.

Just the appearance of its faint shield light curtain can stop large heavy machinery and equipment. Such ability is enough to influence the situation of the war, and fight with fewer people. However, the absolute difference in numbers is here. The colonel looked at those convoys. His subordinates who once belonged to him are now attacking him. He also has mixed feelings. Betrayal is really a disgusting word.

He looked at the picture in the telescope. "Fourth Company, pay attention, the enemy is approaching the minefield. After the explosion, clear the enemies in the area. The defense array group starts shooting and bombing with orbital light spear weapons." They have enough firepower, and the colonel is not worried about being taken down here. At the moment when those heavy vehicles approached and passed through the void shield, the mines tore their bodies apart and billowed smoke. Some smart people knew to move forward along the usual transportation routes in and out of the castle, but the light spears could also destroy those vehicles one by one.

The smoke floated from the ground to the sky. It was hard for the colonel not to have the idea that he should be superior to others and control the fate of others. He looked at those heavy machines and infantry that were undoubtedly close to ordinary people, and reason returned to his mind.

"Too many..." He hesitated a little. This number is enough to win here. The number of landmines is not large. Although it has severely damaged the morale of the enemy, it can be avoided as long as normal mine detection methods are used. If it is a head-on war, , it is difficult to say that this fortress, which looks both habitable and combat effective, can bear this pressure.

Looking at the soldiers crawling out of the scrap metal, the colonel felt extremely depressed. He knew that the number of guards, only 5,000, could not win under a long-term attack, and the real threat was the battleships in the sky. Now the world has The clouds were thick and the roar was constant. The enemy was bombing something, but they couldn't see clearly.

Those steel giants were tearing apart the entire fortress with their intimidating power, without even needing to actually fire the cannons. The feeling of disparity made the colonel couldn't help but smile bitterly. For the first time, he felt that the rights of the fleet were higher than human rights and royal rights, unless the emperor showed up, so The troops were seen to be invincible.

When the enemy tried to attack from the cleared minefield, he waved his hand and directed the troops to fight again, but was suddenly stopped. "That's enough, Colonel." It was Magron, the kind and crazy man. He walked in wearing gorgeous clothes that he did not usually wear. He was more like a pope than a lord. In this land, the emperor's faith was retreating. Four points, the entire Void Port's sphere of influence, is dressed up like this, very solemn.

"Sir, why are you here? This place is too close to the battlefield. It will stain your eyes." The colonel couldn't help but use honorifics, as if a child had stepped into the emperor's church for the first time and communicated with its priest. It was warm and warm. , with a sense of embarrassment and nervousness.

Magroon simply replied. "That's enough. Mr. Wild Snake helped me clear the meditator array of the fortress. From the smallest warehouse to the main core of the fortress, all the DNA above was cleaned, leaving only the owner's."

"Yours?" the colonel said uncertainly.

"What belongs to the King of Skadi also belongs to the Lord of Pangea, and what belongs to the Emperor's trusted person also belongs to the Emperor." Magron answered.

"You gave the power to the former Sun Lord?" he said in disbelief.

"It's a return. This fortress is worthless. The point is the storage we sacrificed so many loyal people to save. Now the King of Pangia can attack in a general attack, tearing apart the territory, territory, people, honor, betrayal and Rules," Magron muttered.

The colonel didn't know what to say. He only heard the meaning of death from the lord's words. He didn't ask, just watched the lord slowly walk up to the high platform. His old and powerful voice spread out from the public channel of the communicator. Because pdf used to belong to them.

"Stop, stop fighting. If you just want to take my life, you can take it. However, my death will not make them stop their invasion. The saddest thing is that this is not my hometown, but yours." ” His words stopped all action on the battlefield, for he had been the lord of them all.

"I know you don't resent any lord who rules you, but have you ever thought about it? There is no comparison between a lord who does not disturb your lives and provides you with food and clothing and a villain who bombards you with cannons and sow discord. And I listened to the emperor The emperor’s teachings came with the intention of giving you the gospel, but now there is chaos everywhere.”

"Wars, sacrifices, and loyalty have happened too many times in this small land, and you are forgetting all the honors you once had because of fear. Emperor, but I don't blame you. Humanity is also a gift given to us by the Emperor. It is also suffering, it is both beautiful and greedy. Overcoming the badness of human nature is a lifelong issue. If we are all saints, then this world will be meaningless. "

"So I forgive you, and I will forgive you forever, and so does the Emperor. When you grow old and frail, die, or physically collapse due to illness, aging or accidents, you can still go to the Golden Throne to see our master."

"You are not wrong. Heretics are the source of the problem. Greedy people are corroding us. With words, actions, and force, the Emperor's children will not surrender." His words were powerful, but those who were stubborn still remained Yes, the war has indeed stopped, that is the power of the Emperor, but distrust still exists, that is the bad nature of human nature.

The lord looked at the various forms of life below and the dark clouds in the sky. His eyes seemed to have passed through the clouds and touched the void. He saw the Lord Skadi returning with his fleet. He suddenly asked his servant. "Is it time for the count's expected bombing?"

The servant nodded. "Five minutes left."

he answered. "Okay, then give him the fortress."

He turned on the communicator, and there was silence for just a minute. It was unimaginable that a place like the battlefield could be completely silent, especially the officers. They knew how noisy their soldiers were, and they had to recognize the religious authority of the lord, like him. If you were born in the world of the Imperial State Church, you would certainly be able to achieve amazing achievements, but that would probably be the end of it.

The lord spoke. "Tell the count, I will give you this place, and I will also give you your hatred. When my life was born, it did not belong to me. I am not greedy for life and afraid of death, but waiting for its value to reach its limit. Now my ears I have heard the Emperor's words and he tells me that my time has come."

People didn't understand, but the lord jumped down from the high platform. The colonel subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but in order to maintain his solemnity, he subconsciously opened the distance, just over one meter, one step, something happened suddenly, his The servant was not expecting it. Finally, the colonel's fingers touched the end of his robe, and the silky fabric slipped out from his fingers. When this man who had never enjoyed the glory and wealth in his life put on the best silk in this fortress, he felt as if He was destined to be killed by him.

The soft cloth was drawn out from the palm of the colonel's hand. The colonel maintained this posture for a full second. He could not believe that such a loyal saint ended his life in such an ugly way as suicide in front of him. In the vast empire, suicide It is still synonymous with cowards and those who fail to fulfill their imperial responsibilities. Can such a person worship in front of the Golden Throne?

This thought flashed through the colonel's mind. He couldn't help but feel sorry for this man who had been loyal all his life, because his oath was broken and destroyed, not because of his own disloyalty, but because tens of thousands of people couldn't see the situation clearly. Bad traitor, is it worth it?

He wanted the soldiers to fire the ammunition from the fort, and there was an inexplicable anger in front of his eyes. It was quite like seeing a man break a beautiful work of art a second before it was completed. Fortunately, he held it back.

He adjusted his body and looked down from the high platform. He was a little bit unbearable, but at this moment, a cannonball that may have been fired by Bordeaux or the Fire of Baptism passed through the artificial atmosphere, evaporating the clouds, revealing a tiny piece of sunny sky. The projectile struck the void shield like the thunder of the Emperor's rage, and the loyalist's body happened to be kneeling on the Emperor's sculpture in the courtyard at this moment.

Under the focus of artificial light, on a sunny day that had not been seen for a long time, everyone covered their eyes with their palms to see clearly, Magron's body hit the tip of the stone sword raised forward by the emperor's sculpture. , the heart was completely penetrated, the lower body was hanging on the ring of thorns on his head, his arms were holding the tip of the sword, and the blood continued to fall.

His posture was as if he was kneeling down, blood dripping down on the edge of the emperor's sword, and then falling in front of the emperor's eyes from an angle. A drop of red tear formed in his right eye.

The whole audience was silent. The lord was dead. Regardless of whether they still had distrust or completely trusted the lord, the soldiers felt that they could not find their grip. They could no longer hold their guns. There was no reason anymore, whether it was hatred or worship. Are you praying for a chance of survival or are you trying to fight tooth and nail?

On the battlefield, no matter whether they are wearing dark green uniforms or brown uniforms, whether they are officers or soldiers, they all stand up subconsciously, take off their hats and helmets, and observe a moment of silence like this dead man, because he stopped the killing of his compatriots with his life. The dark forty thousand years or any era of human civilization is worthy of respect.

To, Magron.