Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

Accompanied by a strong heartbeat, the Darents who flowed black unidentified substances from every pore invariably felt connected to a life form that was so powerful that it could not be described in words.

It's just that this life seems to be in some kind of dormant and dormant state, and no matter how much it tries to wake up, it finally gets no response.

But given the Darrants' innate sensitivity to energy, they could clearly perceive that this power, which did not belong to any known magical category, was slowly flowing towards the powerful lifeform.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?"

A warrior struggled to his feet from the ground, staring at his hands, which were completely encased in black matter.

There is no doubt that it was because of his lack of talent that he gave up on becoming a spellcaster with a higher social status in the first place.

But now, he found that he actually had another talent, and it was far superior to the others around him.

"This is power! the primordial power that is in the veins of each of us Darents. In the distant age of theocracy, it was it that dispelled barbarism and ignorance and brought us the dawn of the first civilization. It is also the same that helps us defeat one enemy after another and become the undisputed ruler of the home planet. Unfortunately, because of the war with the gods, the council considered this power dangerous, so it was banned altogether. A member of the Shadow Guard explained selectively.

"Forbidden?!damn it!, why forbidden?" the warrior immediately couldn't help but curse.

Not only him, but many members of the expeditionary force who were "forced" to become soldiers began to grit their teeth to vent their deep grievances.

After all, something like this that ruins someone else's future will make anyone angry or crazy.

You must know that spellcasters and non-spellcasters, in the social hierarchy of Darrant's distinct hierarchy, can almost be said to be a heaven and an underground.

Especially the soldiers who always charge on the front line are always cannon fodder for consumption and sacrifice, and every time they start a war, the casualties are dozens or even hundreds of times that of the caster.

On the contrary, the caster not only enjoys a variety of privileges, but also tends to focus on protection in battle.

Barring a major error in intelligence and judgment, it is impossible to see a large number of casters killed.

In fact, within the Expeditionary Force, the conflict between the caster and the warrior has become quite acute, and sometimes the warrior will even choose to stay on a suicide mission in order to buy the caster time to retreat.

It's just that under the inertia of a strong tradition, most people mistakenly regard this contradiction as a kind of jealousy, a kind of envy of the gifted for the gifted.

Can ...... now

An ancient force that has broken the boundaries of class!

It turns out that magic is not the only power that the Darents can obtain, and there is another that can match it, or even surpass it.

As philosophers have often said, the most terrible thing in the world has never been brutal exploitation and oppression, but a source of turmoil called hope.

Because hope will break the existing order, so that everyone who was willing to live at the bottom of society will realize that their fate can be changed.

If the foundations of the pyramidal ruling structure are shaken, then the collapse of the superstructure is inevitable.

Needless to say, in this conspiracy, the Shadow Guards chose those at the bottom who have been treated unfairly for a long time, rather than the casters of vested interests.

After all, the former has enough reason and motivation to confront the Parliament, but the latter has already gained everything, and there is no need to offend the supreme authority of the entire civilization at the risk of ruining a better future.

Even in order to further provoke the extremely sensitive nerves of the expeditionary force, the leader of the Shadow Guard also searched the black slate authorized by the Speaker from the boy's body, and displayed the pardon in public.

Under this ferocious blow after ring, not to mention a group of people who have long developed discontent and war-weariness, even an ordinary Darrant can't help but start to wonder if the council is really wrong, and can no longer lead the entire civilization forward.

"Fellow citizens, comrades-in-arms, I believe you have seen ironclad evidence. This time, the performance of parliament is so disappointing that we must find ways to check and monitor their rights and prevent similar tragedies from happening again. The leader of the Shadow Guard shouted in a stern voice.

Especially those warriors who have awakened the power of the shadows have been taken care of by him.

In his eyes, these people with the same power are the real people of his own. Even in order to maintain power, there will inevitably be fierce friction with the parliament.

He didn't care if this renewed popularization of the power of the shadows would awaken the god who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

After all, in a way, the situation of the Shadow Guards is too miserable to be worse, and even if they return to the era of theocracy, they will be better off than they are now.

"That's right! the rights of the council must be restricted!"

"They're the real traitors! I support the Shadow Guards coming forward to oversee the council!"

"And the Speaker! He who signed the pardon must hand over his right to step down!"

......

For a moment, shouts of anger and displeasure could be heard everywhere over the ruined camp.

Admiring the angry or sad faces, the leader curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smug smile.

He understood that at this point in the plan, the parliament would have to compromise accordingly, whether they wanted it or not.

Unless the Speaker goes completely insane and kills the entire expeditionary force on this planet.

Of course, such a probability is negligible.

Even if the Speaker does go insane, those MPs will join forces to stop his madness.

Population, especially the professionally trained elite, is invaluable in any civilization.

If the expeditionary force were to die, the Council would not only have to face the angry populace of the home planet, but also abandon the countless worlds that had already taken over and begun to plunder resources.

"Congratulations, it looks like you've got what you wanted, haven't you?" the boy looked up, staring at the other's eyes that were almost filled with ambition and desire.

"Ahh Don't worry, I'll give you the part you want when the council guys get back......"