"That's what we've been working on for months, and everyone can cheer now!" His Majesty Reinhardt, the titular Emperor of the Europa Empire, was giving a speech in front of a huge construction site in the city of Shabak: "I know that some people think that we are doing this event a bit of a waste for a fledgling empire, and that there are others who think that we will bring shame on ourselves on the field. ”

Reinhardt glanced at the thousands of players gathered in the square, and couldn't help but feel a little fluttering, at this moment he seemed to be standing at the pinnacle of life, Emperor, what an ancient and glorious title!

At this moment, Reinhardt seems to have forgotten the so-called dimensionality reduction plan, the so-called chaos, forgetting his son who is not a weapon, has been repeatedly frustrated and gradually becomes a little perverted, and has forgotten that he is just a puppet selected by the Torchwood Organization, at this moment he just wants to enjoy the glory of being His Majesty the Emperor.

"My people, I want to tell you that this time we will not fail again, the new Huaxia people are nothing but a paper tiger!" Reinhardt slightly revised the speech that his secretary had prepared for him, changing the people of the eu to my people.

The result was a deafening boo, and tens of thousands of EU players who attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony here let out extremely dissatisfied boos, and they were quite dissatisfied with the stupid pig on the stage who no one knew about himself as emperor and calling them my people.

"Your Majesty Reinhardt, please pay attention to your words and deeds, and speak according to the original script." The secretary standing in the shadows directly imprinted his voice in the mind of His Majesty a certain emperor in an unknown way: "The matter has come to this, and none of us wants to see another emperor take power at the beginning of the establishment of the empire. ”

The secretary's indifferent voice shattered all Reinhardt's illusions, returned to reality, and turned the scene around with the cheekiness of thirty years of ramp-and-back in the EU parliament, and he said, supported by amplification spells: "It seems that my sense of humor needs to be improved, after all, I am now an emperor, I thought I should have some privileges, since you don't agree, then forget it." ”

The ladlers planted under the torch wood took the lead and began to applaud and laugh, and suddenly brought a wave of rhythm, bringing His Majesty the Emperor's not very funny 'joke' over.

There weren't many players listening to His Majesty's speech in the square, and most of the EU players were unhappy with this kind of turning back on history, and the only reason why they were willing to join the Europa Empire was because they didn't have a choice.

Therefore, this time, most of the players who praised His Majesty's stinky feet on Victory Square except for a small number of fools who dreamed of knighthood and aristocracy, came to make jokes, and their senses of His Majesty the Emperor were the same as the name of this square, which stinked and smelly.

"I am here to assure you that from today onwards, we will no longer be unresponsive to the threat of New Huaxia and turn a blind eye to the provocations of the Mao Federation!" His Majesty the Emperor finally came up with some surprise, but his words were still booed by the players.

After all, a while ago, there was a pirate gang from the east that committed a crazy crime, sweeping along the coastline, not counting the losses of the aborigines, and the EU players alone killed and injured thousands of people.

"I know that we have been weak in many things and have been withdrawing, but in this world we will not continue like this!" Reinhardt's interest had already subsided, and he read the manuscript dryly: "We have the strong support of the Dawn Temple, and the true angels will join our empire!" ”

With the words of His Majesty the Emperor, a white gate of light suddenly appeared in the sky, bright but not dazzling, and twelve angels with wings on their backs glided out of the gate of light at one time and stood still in the sky.

Along with the angels, there is a sacred song that surrounds everyone's ears, a song composed in a language that no mortal can understand, and only a quiet listening can calm the mind and make the soul feel cleansed.

Hundreds of EU players fell to their knees reverently, and after entering the game, they entrusted their faith to the gods, and the Lord of the Dawn got the lion's share of the cake because of the support of the Europa Empire.

The rest of the EU players looked up at the angels in the sky, and the angels also looked at the mortals on the ground quietly, and both sides saw disdain in each other's eyes.

In a strange embarrassment, the players erupted in extremely fierce boos, and dozens of people angrily raised their middle fingers to the sky.

Then, the angels joined forces to cast spells, and under the clear sky, dozens of spears of light fell from the sky, creating piles of coke in Victory Square.

This is the contempt of mortals for the gods, and it is also the punishment of the gods for mortals, death has become a bargaining chip on the balance between the two sides, some people don't care about dying a few more times to express their personality, and some people are stingy with their experience points and choose to remain silent under pressure.

The staff of the Torchwood Organization were watching all this in secret, and the sudden counterattack of the angels was not in their plans, but it did not affect the final result.

This is a transaction, the trading chips in the hands of the Torchwood Organization are the future direction of the faith of countless players, and the Lord of Dawn is paying to share his authority with a mortal organization.

The priests of the Lord of the Dawn did not know what it meant to be difficult to do and until they came into contact with the Europa Empire, and during this time they had encountered unprecedented resistance to preaching within the Europa Empire.

In their eyes, the Europa Empire is a strange kingdom, on the one hand, they did not think that there could be so many unbelievers in this land, they think very highly of themselves, despise theocracy, and have no faith; On the other hand, there are some people who are terrible in piety, like prisoners who have been hungry and thirsty for decades, and finally find luscious spring water in the desert, and are hungry to draw nourishment from the bosom of the Lord of the Morning Dawn, and contribute their faith, like fanatical believers.

Unfortunately, there are far more of the former than the latter, and the Lord of Dawn has previously had a clear oracle not to harm mortals of the Europa Empire unless necessary, even if they have no respect for the Lord of Dawn.

The Lord said that they were all the Lambs of the future.

This caused the clergy to suffer a lot of grievances, some despised them as liars, some spat on them, and challenged the dignity of the clergy, and even tried to rob them of valuable weapons, except that the latter had been taught their due lesson, and they had to endure.

But today, all those who believe in the Lord of the Dawn, the priesthood who are channeled within the territory of the Europa Empire, have received a new oracle, and the dignity of the Lord should be respected, and mortals who ignore it should be punished as appropriate.