"Your Majesty." The figure in a black leotard knelt on his knees, respectfully reporting whatever news he had received.

"Are the night raiders and hunters on the move?" The man known as the Master of the Sect was mildly holding a goblet of wine. The purple-red liquid adds a lot of alluring sensations to this golden hall.

This handsome man with long hair and a shawl is the Taoist leader of Anning.

The wise man who really controls it all behind the scenes, overlooked by both the Night Raid and the Hunters.

Achieving the status of the leader of the sect is not something that can be achieved by those fanatical believers who are almost ignorant of their beliefs, and the charisma of personality can only play a role in fanning the flames a little, and what really works is the deterrence of force and superb political means.

Even with the approval of the man named Ye, the Tranquility Daoist Master didn't think he needed to disarm his power.

After all, the other party is only one of the candidates for the future throne that he recognizes. And what you need is religious clergy. Although the two do not conflict, if the other party controls all the armed and intelligence forces, its own voice will undoubtedly be weakened a lot. You and the other party are not good enough to be willing to sacrifice your own vested interests.

Mutual use, along with mutual recognition, and some mutual support, is the tacit understanding and wisdom between the leaders of the two organizations that have stood at the apex of the empire.

The strength of this alliance lies in the fact that the purpose of the night is to overthrow the existing regime and reform the political system by force. It is necessary to weaken not only the power of the emperor, but also the authority of the prime minister. For the deterrent power of Minister Earnest who had occupied the imperial court for decades, the night was deeply appreciated. If it weren't for his father standing there, the throne of this empire would probably have been bathed in blood long ago. But, in any case, the prime minister's excessive power still threatens the stability of the empire. If he is a wise prime minister, he can still manage to keep this huge state apparatus running, but if the prime minister's ability is a little lower, it will probably only lead to excessive disaster.

A system that blindly emphasizes individual abilities is problematic in any case.

Although it is also clear that if political power is dispersed, it will also lead to the phenomenon of unclear correction of power and responsibility, and the phenomenon of mutual conflict between various departments, but that is undoubtedly much better than one person's word.

Not to mention, the empire is already the most powerful country in this world. As long as it is not used to destroy oneself and arouse public outrage in this way, no matter how efficient it is, it is much stronger than those uncivilized barbarian countries in the East and West.

Night's positioning of the empire is very accurate, but it is precisely because it is necessary to save this country that may be in decline, and necessary rebellions are also needed. Only by forcing the existing government to lose its prestige by force can it lay the real foundation for its ascension to the throne. Instead, it is not just to snatch the luxurious throne, but to gain the trust and support of the people.

The Master, on the other hand, has a different purpose than the Night. His goal was more spiritual.

It is mainly through spiritual control to curb the people's radical rebellious thoughts. It is impossible for people to be equal in their property and status in this world of the jungle. But they have to think that they are equal to each other. This requires them to find spiritual sustenance through religious deception, so that they can encourage and comfort each other and pray and bless the Lord who does not exist. Let their spiritual life be so full that they do not have time to plan rebellion and other destabilizing things.

And the ultimate wish of these two men is the same, they both hope for true peace in this empire.

Only those who have been in the midst of war for too long can truly appreciate the preciousness of peace. can look up to the future with that deep and sincere feeling. in order to transform this chaotic world with silent affection and respect.

……

"Is Estes still there?" Najeta had a dense bead of sweat on her forehead, and it was clear that Estes's location was not an ordinary deterrent to her.

"That's right." Chelsea's face was unusually flushed, and the extreme nervousness had led to excessive mental tension. Now that she saw the boss she could rely on, her sudden relaxation made her almost unconscious.

Najeta held her chin in one hand, as if she was thinking about something.

Susanoo stood quietly behind her, a resolute look on his resolute face.

Najeta knew very well that this was the first mission they received after returning from the Night Raid, and it was the key to making their name known for the Night Raid in the future. If it fails this time, it will undoubtedly be a great blow to the reputation of the night raid.

The most important thing is that the revolutionary army is not monolithic at all. Even under the crushing offensive of the Imperial army, the revolutionary army began to scatter. People with the same ideas gather with each other, and people with different ideas automatically avoid each other.

However, as time goes on, people on the same front will have new needs due to conflicts of interest. As a result, consistency is almost impossible to achieve in these mercenary high-level organizations. Even if there are individual idealists as highly consciousness as Najeta, they cannot shake the foundation of those realists. The huge base of realists makes it impossible for their opinions to be ignored, in this **** era, there are only a few people who really have the right to chase those seemingly beautiful dreams. The vast majority of people, whether they belong to the empire or the revolutionary army, may only fancy a bowl of rice or even a glass of water.

For those who are struggling at the bottom, the so-called grand dreams of those at the top are unlikely to appeal to them at all. What really attracted them was only the more powerful guarantee of their interests by the revolutionary army.

However, the previous revolutionary army undoubtedly squandered this credibility, and was more harsh and cruel to the people than the Empire, so that the people no longer had any hope for this selfish and self-righteous organization. This led directly to the easy capture of the base camp of the revolutionary army by the imperial side. A large number of people lost their land and families because of their hatred for the revolutionary army, and they used their meager strength to reveal the strongholds of the revolutionary army to the empire, and reported the weaknesses of the strongholds. It was precisely this kind of popular desire that made the revolutionary army's already weak strength even more helpless in the face of the powerful forces that the empire had crushed over.

Fortunately, after that, the revolutionary army was divided into several forces.

At present, only Najeta's side and Oberg's side have survived, and there is a team led by an unknown person.

The division of the revolutionary army into three was, to some extent, the key to the preservation of this organization.

The concepts of the three are different, and they gradually become strangers.

However, in that battle, Najeta's harvest was in fact arguably the greatest of the revolutionary army.

Not only did he reverse the disadvantage of his position in the revolutionary army, but he also took the initiative to grasp enough power and establish a sufficient reputation. As a thoughtful female general who escaped twice from the Empire's strongest Estes, Najeta's name is well-known in the revolutionary army. With such a strong reputation, the benefits are even more obvious. A large number of talented people gathered under the command of the greatest female general of the revolutionary army, and fought for her dream.

What's more, after experiencing the impact of these events, Najeta gradually grasped people's hearts, knew the incorrigible inferiority of people, and thought of a way to fundamentally solve this evil.

First with profit, and then subtly with the influence of the minds of these malleable talents, so that they can set higher moral goals in order to save the empire for their own task, and carry out more radical changes.

The method of moving from the material level to the ideological level, although it sounds utilitarian, is actually the most effective.

In a place where even material security cannot be guaranteed, it is impossible to talk about spiritual cultivation.

We can imagine how we could have the consciousness of such a grand dream as saving the world if we were longing for a full meal every day, and the normal idea should be that the leftovers in that place are good anyway.

Therefore, without the guarantee of a material foundation, dreams are just pipe dreams.

Najeta has seen it through, so her methods have begun to mature and become more stable.

The mistakes of the revolutionary army were also corrected to a certain extent, and its reputation began to be restored.

However, this first battle is even more crucial.

The battle with the Estes cavalry made Najeta deeply aware of the disparity in the combat power of the two armies. And the easiest way to smooth this gap is to eliminate the commander-in-chief of the other side. Without a commander-in-chief, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Najeta is also well aware of the ridiculousness of this idea. It's better to say that the probability of your commander being killed directly by Estes is greater. This ridiculous idea for no reason is really unconvincing.

However, Najeta knows better. On the way to renovate the country, he will definitely clash with characters like Estes. One of them will definitely pay the price of blood. However, this is no longer the case. Once you dodge again, a deeper psychological shadow will appear in your heart, and then defeating Estes will become completely impossible. Now, the head-on confrontation is an opportunity for him to get rid of the immature and cowardly self before.

Najeta's eyes shone sharply as she looked sharply at the richly decorated church.

……

"It's time to detonate it all." There was a playful look in the eyes of the Taoist Master of Anning, as if he was confident enough to play with everyone outside in the palm of his hand.

The bodies of his subordinates shook involuntarily, and their heads were lowered so that it was impossible to read his expressions.

"Go, Mivit." The Sect Master said, "Let them see the power that exists in our Peaceful Religion!" ”

The man in the black tights looked up at the majestic sect leader, and there was no joy or anger on his calm face.

The sect leader seemed to have seen it for a long time, and he was not angry at the unreasonableness of his subordinates, but just smiled and looked at each other.

"Do the will of the Lord." There is a hidden passion in the flat tone.

"Okay." The sect leader calmly looked at the figure of the other party who turned to leave, leaned on the gorgeous seat behind him, and silently took out a mask from his side. The Tranquility Dao mask, which symbolized the identity of the sect leader, was tightly clasped on the face of the sect leader.

"Then, it's fun to play." The Sect Master whispered.

There was already an atmosphere of fear in the dark church.

……

"Tazmi." Estes looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and gently held the other party in his arms, as if he was holding his favorite toy.

Tazmi's face had already turned red, although he knew that this female general's trembling character had been for a long time, but Tazmi still felt very uncomfortable with the other party's enthusiasm. Such a bold woman can be said to be the only time in Tazmi's life. Especially for the other party's height that is half a head taller than himself, Tazmi is always a little silently unhappy.

Although he does not deny his liking for this enthusiastic female general, Tazmi always has an unrealistic illusion - always wishing that he is the one who takes the initiative to attack, but unfortunately, Tazmi's efforts for this do not seem to be of any avail.

After working hard day and night, I finally have strong muscle mass, and I have grown taller, but compared to Estes's height, I am still much shorter! Even without mentioning his height, Estes's unfathomable strength completely shattered Tazmi's illusions. The dangerous species that Tazmi had worked so hard to defeat after training was defeated by Estes with just a few pieces of ice thrown easily, and Tazmi's sense of grievance can be imagined.

Moreover, the most important thing is that he is dignified Tazmi, a strong man who will make contributions to the empire in the future, is actually regarded by everyone among the hunters as eating Estes soft rice. What's more, he is directly regarded as a mascot. It's really bearable, it's unbearable! Grandpa can bear it, but grandma can't bear it either!

Tazmi continued to try, but was once again overwhelmed by Estes, announcing the end of his illusions.

While it's true that he's immersed in the turbulent twin peaks of Estes, Tazmi wants to take the offensive on his own rather than passively enjoy it! Where has all the manly spirit gone!

This kind of act of showing affection on the spot really made the people next to him feel a little unbearable.

Lan still wore that mask, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, but the slight tremor of his body clearly indicated his calm falsehood.

Will, the most chatty figure with Tazmi among the hunters, is also the one who recognizes Tazmi's strength the most. This seemingly weak boy was able to fight to a draw with his generals who did not need the emperor's tools, which surprised Dewill. However, it is a pity that Will has always been known as a miscellaneous among hunters. The judgment of this man from the sea was obviously not convincing. Instead, it attracted a burst of ridicule. As a result, Will has now learned to wittily shut up, just looking at the aching and happy Tazmi with the same look as he looks at the enemy.

Even if it's only four people, the hunter's combat power is undoubted.

It was in stark contrast to the night raid of the same four.

……

In a certain house, Aizia looked out the window intently, thinking about the completion of Lan's task, and on the other hand, thinking about the cute little girl Ia. She should have had an unusual grudge against that rival in love, but after being saved by the other party, she had inexplicable feelings for that lively and innocent little girl.

Until now, Alcia didn't know who she liked.

But I could hear a knock at the door.

Although Athea's injuries have healed, she has completely lost the ability to fight, fortunately with Estes to protect her, but she does not accept the fate of those who took medicine in the past after losing their combat power.

However, Alcia still felt that her time was probably running out.

With her left and right hands dangling beside her, Athea walked over. The detachment of her body made her feel dizzy.

Finally, he forced the door open.

There stood a teenager in the doorway who she had known for a long time, and even had some subtle feelings for him.

But with the passage of time, that emotion has long dissipated because of the opposition of positions.

Now, what is he standing here for?

Aisia couldn't help but be vigilant, could it be that the other party finally couldn't help but come and take my life?

Seeing that Aizia looked like a great enemy, the corners of Loya's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Do you look so vicious?

"Althea, don't be so nervous, I'm here to talk to you about something." Luo Ya waved his hand helplessly, trying to dispel the other party's excessive vigilance with gentle words, and it was undoubtedly a pain to talk to a person who looked like a fried hedgehog.

"Talk about things?" Althea was a little confused, but immediately raised her face, "Do we have anything to talk about as enemies?" ”

Looking at the girl's appearance, Luo Ya felt a little inexplicable heartache.

He knew that every companion in the elite group at that time was innocent and kind, but the cruelty of reality made them separate from each other and become the opposite of each other. And with the passage of time, how many of those former companions are left? Why hurt each other, why oppose each other? Doesn't all this, the root of all evil, come from this dilapidated empire?

If there is a sin, I want to carry it myself, I don't want to see the tiredness of my companion anymore, I don't want to see the tears of my companion anymore, and I don't want to see the pain of the red pupil.

Loya thought so, and looked up at the stranger on the other side, Aisia.

"Can't we really talk about it anymore?" There was inexplicable grief in her voice, which stimulated Athea's body to tremble slightly.

Athea also looked up, only to notice that the young man's appearance seemed to have changed a little. Lost the original loneliness and arrogance, and seemed to have become down-to-earth and peaceful. Who made the other party change so much? Red pupils? That girl is really not easy.

Suddenly, Athea's glancing gaze suddenly stopped, and she looked at Loya's eyes that were still clear and not cloudy by the pickles of the world. Alcia couldn't help but think of the high-spirited figure and crystal clear black eyes when she and the other party first met. It's like independence and detachment outside this world, which makes her, a withdrawn person, feel a little resonance, feel some envy, and pile up strange feelings.

Now, seeing each other's eyes again, Athea seems to be reminded of her life in the elite group, and it is really a childhood worth remembering. She didn't seem to be able to suppress her emotions, her eyes were slightly red and swollen, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Say it." ”

Looking at the other party and finding that the other party was also looking at herself, Luo Ya felt as if the gap between herself and the other party had suddenly been eliminated.

"Okay, then I'll say it."

A clear voice lingered in Athea's ears.

"Okay, then I'll say it."

With the same black hair, the same black eyes, the arrogant figure of a few years ago seemed to be completely overlapped with the boy in front of him. Athea was a little glad and a little sad, and she might never be able to return to her original innocence. Blood-stained hands have made themselves no longer pure.

However, she didn't know how much more blood was on Loyana's hands than she was. Purity is the unremitting pursuit of dreams of the soul. Not for any ridiculous reason that can be changed.

"You haven't changed." Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks.

At that moment, the boy felt that the distance between their hearts had never been so close.

"Haven't you changed yet?" The gentle voice brought the girl back to reality from her delusions.

"No, my blood-stained hands have long since made me no longer pure, and I can no longer face my crimes." Althea closed her eyes in pain, and her voice became trembling.

As if she could feel the girl's pain, Luo Ya held the other party's crumbling body. "Don't talk nonsense, think about yourself. I have more blood on my hands than you do, but I don't think I'm any longer pure. ”

“？” Althea looked up at the much more mature teenager.

"Some people are blocking your path, so naturally they have to be killed." The young man's eyes looked at the sky, like an eagle with wings ready to fly, vigorous, "These people, you don't have to feel sad for them. ”

"Loya......" Athea's voice was still choked, "I really can't be so decisive! ”

"You're really still too naïve......" Luo Ya looked helplessly at the poor girl who was torn apart by her dreams, and sighed, "Sometimes, life and death are just a matter between that choice. You don't kill them, it's you who die. ”