The fighting in the western continent has become more and more intense, and the two sides have now played a dog brain, and the logistics of the north and south have always maintained a high-pressure state during the war.

Sost holds the economic and people's lifeblood of the Kaia Empire, and also takes this opportunity to plant eyeliner in the Western Continent.

Most of the emperor's ** regiment was transferred to the Western Continent, which also made the royal family helpless against Sost, who had swelled to a certain point, at most, in the palace, the ministers were insignificant harsh and judgmental.

At the same time, Alena lived in seclusion, and the Church of Light was killing heretics much less, but more and more people at the headquarters could see that something seemed to be wrong with the Archbishop of Light.

The powerlessness of the imperial royal family, Alena's indifference, emboldened Sost, the firearm drawings were distributed, and the underground factory that belonged to him alone began to rotate.

Large-scale firearms manufacturing plans are well underway, and Sost Energy has begun to set up its own security system, claiming that it is the company's needs, but in fact secretly conducting firearms training.

The new weapons are frightening, but the security personnel are carefully selected, most of them from Tria and the lower circles of the Empire, and Sost's actions over the years have made him more useful in the hearts of the people than the king.

These people are grateful for Sost's help, and gradually become familiar with Yafanka, an even more terrifying being, a ghost.

In this way, the economic tycoon on the surface, Sost, began to hand over his armed forces to Yafanka, who was also in the shadows, in an attempt to get a piece of the pie in this troubled world.

Just as the whirlpool inside the Hokuriku was getting bigger and bigger, Ferrante, who was adrift at sea, also received a letter from Sost.

When he saw the detailed pictures and the change in the situation in the Western Continent, he knew that his opportunity had come.

......

On the tallest tower in the center of the city in the Sea City of Ghost Island, Sost looked at the dense sea fog and put down Sost's letter.

Sophia, who was behind her, poured a cup of hot tea and delivered it to him.

"What did the letter say?"

"It's different from what your Poseidon Church says. Ferrante took the hot tea and took a sip, "The church says that the war is hard, and the coalition forces are desperately resisting the enemy's invasion of this world. ”

"That's right. ”

Sophia nodded, with her sudden talent, she should actually be fighting in the Western Continent at this time, but because of the man in front of her, she chose to stay, get sick, hide her strength, in short, she didn't want to leave here.

"But in reality, the two sides fought back and forth, and even we had to gain the upper hand. Ferrante smiled.

"It's normal, the front exaggerates the actual situation and puts some pressure on the rear, and wars are like that. ”

"No!" Ferrante slapped the railing, "the nature has changed, and the Popes on the front line are no longer satisfied with resistance, they are trying to fight and expand the territory of this world. ”

The sea breeze blew into the room, and Sophia was a little shocked: "These are two statements, the people in the rear know the news, and their attitudes towards this war will be completely different." ”

"So, here comes our chance. ”

"Are you going ashore, Ferrante, and at this time, you will be the target of public criticism!"

Since finding Ghost Island, Ferrante's bright and tired eyes suddenly widened, and she turned back to hold Sophia's palm.

The nightmares hidden in the depths of his soul still haunted him, and the bloody killings in his dreams became more and more real every time, and even after waking up, Ferrante could smell the shocking disgusting smell.

Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, only Sophia's soothing could calm his mood and the cold sweat all over his body.

After so many years, he has adapted to this situation, and sometimes he thinks that maybe he is destined to enter the battlefield and fight in the company of this life.

"Sophia, there are some things that I have to do, this is my destiny. ”

Ferrante's eyes sparkled, staring at Sophia tightly, with persistence and determination.

"It's my destiny too, Ferrante. ”

......

Three months after the start of the Western Continent War, the first orders were received for the underground factory that belonged to Sost.

A whole 60,000 guns of various types were sent out of the factory and transported to the sea city of Idoris under the cover of coal under the cover of the wind and snow and the sound of the steam whistle of the train.

Subsequently, a second batch of orders was placed, and a steady stream of uncapped ammunition was sent to the seashore.

Sost also had a headache when Yafanka threw the financial statements on the desk in her office, and the large-scale production of ammunition could easily raise suspicions.

Although Ferrante pirated at sea and looted a lot of gold from shipwrecks on the seabed, the deployment of rear resources was largely supervised by the Western Continent front.

Sost's own security system has not yet been fully equipped with new weapons, and the use of gunpowder raw materials on such a scale is still a bit risky, and he did not expect Ferrante's determination to be so great.

"What should I do?"

"Forge two statements, try to buy raw materials as secretly as possible, and tell Ferrante to save some money. ”

Idores, night.

When Ferrante uncovered the goods that had come from thousands of miles under the cover of Sophia's reliance on the Poseidon Church, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the strong support of Sost's old friend had indeed helped him a lot.

"When you gave him the discovery and research of electricity, were you already planning this step?" asked Sophia, looking at the dark barrel of the gun.

"Part of the reason, Sost is very good, but he just lacks a chance, and he knows it. ”

Ferrante shook his head, then beckoned for someone to load the cargo onto the ship and sail back to Ghost Island.

For the next two months, ammunition was delivered to Idoris almost every day, and then to Ghost Island.

It wasn't until Ferrante felt that it was almost enough that he split a fleet and drifted adrift at sea, continuing to receive ammunition support, while he mobilized the island's inhabitants.

As he said before, these people who were taken to live on the island are unable to live on the shore, some people do not want to go ashore, but most of them still want to return to their hometowns and live quietly.

But in this way, the power of life must be in their own hands, and Ferran promised them that they would one day return to their homeland, but now they must have a foothold.

Most of the island's inhabitants came from the west coast of the Duchy of Solan, but Ferrante did not target there, and the defense line of the Gewuhui was impregnable, and the sacrifice there was too great.

There are a total of four countries in Hokuriku, in addition to the Kaia Empire and the Duchy of Solan, there are two smaller countries in the southeast, that is, in the lower left corner of Hokuriku, which were unfortunately chosen by Ferrante.

As the island of ghosts moved under the cover of the mist, Sophia asked a question that silenced him for a long time.

"There are so many people on the island, there are all races, and there are even dark elves, promise them to return home, do you want to bring down the whole world?"

At that time, Ferrante was just silent with the sea breeze blowing, then patted Sophia on the shoulder, shook her head with a smile and walked away, without answering the question.

Time passed little by little, and finally, in the middle of a dark night without moonlight, Ghost Island landed.

The islanders, who had no elaborate armor, became warriors, rushing to land with weapons far ahead of their time.

Enemy warriors with swords could not stop their attack, tongues of fire were bright in the night, and the ammunition poured was inaccurate, but the lethality made everyone feared like ghosts.

When the enemy arrows flew in, they continued to charge with the determination to return to land, and the countless drowning ghosts of the Ghost Island surrounded them, blocking the glowing arrows at the cost of burning themselves.

The war in the rear has finally begun.

Proving to be unstoppable by epoch-making weapons, Ferrante relied on only a few tens of thousands of amateur warriors to conquer the first city that night and began to encroach on the land.

At his request, his soldiers tried not to disturb ordinary people, and even the cities he conquered would be handed over to the selected locals to be temporarily managed.

With the front advancing all the way on, the occupied cities are also undergoing strict recruitment of fighters, and Ferrante believes that wherever they are, there must be people who are struggling to make life better.

And just when he was crisscrossing the battlefield, the Soul Gathering Coffin on Ghost Island began to change quietly.