Hearing Olga's words, Jem's heart involuntarily let go of a little and slowly let out a sigh.

But the other party's next words made him hesitate again.

"I have heard of this war, the Principality of Yar has invested a total of 140,000 troops, and it will be calculated according to the remaining 100,000 or so in the war, and I require that at least 70,000 people be transported to the island at that time, and if there are not enough prisoners, you can find a way to make it up yourself. After finishing speaking, Olga asked very democratically, "Do you have any opinions?"

"Good ......"

After a moment of thought, Jem finally agreed to Olgar's request.

If it weren't for the fact that the Kingdom of Yar had been asking for more and more of a lately, Jem Watts wouldn't have asked for Orgar, so he didn't have much choice in the first place.

Even if he really didn't understand how his 60,000 or 70,000 troops could win against the 100,000 or so people on the opposite side, and successfully captured at least 70,000 of them.

I can only put my hope on the fact that Olga is strong enough......

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Looking at his departing back, Olga gently shook the teacup in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

The first phase of the experiment has just been completed, and the second phase of the test has already arrived, which is quite timely.

He could feel that Jem was not honest, vaguely trying something, and after a few months of recuperation, he felt that he was good again, and the pride of the royal family made him want to skin a little.

But to know is to know, but Olga didn't take this little thing to heart.

There has been no sincere allegiance, some are just threats and exploits, where is the betrayal?

Moreover, 'betrayal' is a natural thing for demons, and in their lives, such things as 'selling teammates' are completely routine.

So Orga didn't care about the specific actions of his subordinates at all, and why should he care so much if he didn't trust him from the beginning?

As long as you can complete your orders, it doesn't matter what small actions you make, it's just a game anyway......

Pushing open the window and looking at the night in the sky, Orga sighed in a low voice, "I have always maintained this human form, I haven't been active in my body for a long time, and I really want to fight with others." ”

After months of research, I continued to absorb all kinds of knowledge to fill in my own heritage. Although it was not boring, the nature of the demon still made him feel a little tired.

However, the harvest is also remarkable, if his knowledge accumulation before belongs to the illiteracy stage, then now he should belong to the more outstanding kind in the same level, all kinds of knowledge and insight have basically caught up with their own strength, which can be regarded as completely making up for their own shortcomings.

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Pierce, with a withered complexion, a skinny body like a skeleton of bones, and gray spots on his skin that seemed to be moldy.

Lying on the cold ground of the cage, I was stunned as I looked at the candle flame in the room that had not been extinguished for months.

He felt that his hands and feet did not obey the call, his brain was not very clear, his whole body was weak, and he felt a sharp pain when he moved his body slightly, as if his whole body was about to crack.

Even the food not far away could not crawl over to eat, so he could only lie down and not move.

He understands that he is dying, just like everyone else, with no difference in the final end.

He had forgotten how long he had spent in this place where he couldn't see the sky, and he only remembered that in the first days, before the disease had taken effect, there were many people trying to escape from here, and everyone was in a heated discussion, and there were even fights to decide whose method to use.

From tricking the red-haired young man into opening the prison door, to everyone violently opening the door at the same time!

But it all failed without suspense, the red-haired young man only came once and never came again, except for the fact that every once in a while someone threw food into it through the small passageway, no one cared about it, as if they had forgotten about it.

And brute force has no substance at all, this damn cage, the quality is really good.

The railing didn't even bend from beginning to end, which made people feel hopeless.

Just when everyone felt that they were forgotten and were going to be raised as pigs by each other, the nightmare still happened.

At first, there was only one person who felt severe pain all over his body, and his body began to appear faint gray spots, and he felt weak, and even had some difficulty walking, and then it didn't take long for the number of people with the same symptoms to start slowly increasing, until finally all of them had gray spots on their bodies.

In the face of this result, whether it is the [Knight] or the [Grand Knight], it has all become an end!

I could only lie on the ground and cry out like a sick dog.

The pain was not fixed, and at the beginning it was so painful that people couldn't survive or die, so that several of the weakest-willed prisoners directly chose to self-discipline.

Then the pain weakens at a very rapid rate, becoming within the tolerance range of ordinary people, but it will continue to intensify over time, as if it is automatically adjusting according to the patient's reaction, deliberately prolonging the patient's life.

Pierce remembers that the first person to find out about this problem was called Hank, a middle-aged man with an average appearance and a thin body, who was said to be a thief!

After realizing this, it didn't take long for that guy to join forces with a prisoner named Heto to sneak attack another prisoner with the strength of [Great Knight], kill the other party directly, and use the hardest bones on the opponent's body to try to grind out a key that can open the lock of the cage door and escape from this ghost place.

But in the end he failed!

Because the door lock was facing away from everyone, he couldn't see the scene of the door lock at all, so he could only judge according to his own experience, and finally caused the key card to enter the keyhole, directly broken inside, and completely blocked it.

And his own body was now lying not far from Pierce, not very peacefully, and finally trying to struggle.

That is, the basement is very shady, and the body of a strong man of the [Knight] rank has some particularities, otherwise ordinary people would have rotted out long ago.

At this moment, there was only one living person left in the cage, and those who were stronger than him and those who were weaker than him were all dead.

On the contrary, he is the only one whose strength is not up to the same level and has survived so far!

He didn't know why, but he knew he was going to die soon, maybe the next moment......

I've heard that many people think about their lives before they die, and after thinking about it, Pierce decided to follow the tradition as well.

So I closed my eyes and began to remember my past.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he used all his physical strength to slowly gesture to the ceiling of the cage with his middle finger:

"What a piece of shit......"

Before he could finish speaking, his heartbeat had stopped.

His words may refer to his own life, or they may refer to something else.

Far away in the other corner of the manor, when he died, he also seemed to hear his last words, shrugged his shoulders and laughed softly: "Shit is not bad, at least it has its own meaning, no one will want to step on it a few feet." Many people die until they die, and their lives are meaningless, no more than him, no less than him, after stepping on him, others don't even have the idea of looking at him, not even a piece of shit, disgusting people have no value, maybe it can only be regarded as air?"

"I don't know if I can be the final victor and stand on top of the countless dimensions of the whole world, but I want to live my own meaning, it doesn't matter if it's good or bad, I want to imprint my name on the entire multiverse, if not to make it admired and worshipped forever, but to make it eternal and feared by all things, a disaster that no one can forget. ”

Stretching out his fingers in the teacup in front of him, and after dipping a little tea, the magic in Orga's body wrapped them, forming a crystal clear blood-colored bead standing on his fingertips.

With a flick, the water droplets flew deep into the clouds,

Thundered......

With a muffled thunder in the sky, the sky, which could not see any stars, was completely shrouded in dark clouds, turning into a dark night where you could not see your fingers, and only when the thunder and lightning in the clouds kept swimming, it would reveal a little brilliance.

It started with a sporadic drizzle, then turned into a torrential rain in a very fast time.

And unlike ordinary rain, they were red, as if blood was falling in the sky, dyeing the whole king red, causing a burst of screams.

Feeling the blood-colored rain running across his face, Orga's eyes unconsciously glowed red. He closed his eyes slightly, and whispered to himself: "It seems that I have been suppressed for a long time, and I will be inexplicably a little emotional, so I will regard it as a send-off for you test subjects......

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Duchy of Marton, in the royal palace.

"Damn ......"

Looking out the window at the rain of blood and the panicked crowd shouting around, Jem Woz's face was extremely ugly, this vision could be called a bad omen at the critical juncture of the upcoming Armagednum with the Duchy of Yar.

It will greatly disrupt the hearts of the people and the army of the Duchy of Marton!

This can be regarded as a major blow to the Duchy of Marton. What made him even more angry and wanted to vomit blood was that he had roughly guessed who was responsible for this blood rain, but he had no way to say it, so his face would be so ugly.

Baron Duke, who was on the side, saw that his lord's face was so ugly, his eyes lit up after thinking about it, and he proposed: "Do you want to delay the date of the decisive battle a little, first use some time to win back some public opinion, describe this blood rain as God's encouragement to us, and say that it is a good omen?"

Listening to Baron Duke's words, Jem was also stunned.

'Can the rain of blood from the sky be said to be a good omen?'

This is a question that even he has never thought about!

'How else can you do this?'

After some careful consideration, he realized that he could actually do this, after all, although it seemed ominous, there was no book that said that it was a bad omen!

Since I made up some stories and said that it was a good omen, who could help me?

After figuring it out, Jem Watts was overjoyed and told Duke to hurry up and make up the story, preferably the one with a very touching plot, and then arrange for someone to memorize the story and blend it into the streets tomorrow morning, and share the story they just made up in the form of rumors!

Take the rumor in your favor before it is formed!