Empire of Light.

Imperial capital.

Dixie looked up at the sky, thinking of the changes in the situation in recent months, and a sense of desolation arose in his heart. The empire, which obviously looks like the sky, why is it now actually revealed, a little decadent posture.

When I first returned, I thought that I would be able to make a big difference, and write to my father to carry out reforms, opening a passage in the almost desperate class barriers. From then on, the commoners, who make up the vast majority of the population, can also create their own values, thereby promoting the overall prosperity of the empire.

But in exchange for endless suppression.

If it weren't for Mu Lier in the dangerous place of the Demon Dragon Palace, he would have said by chance that the boss in the dangerous place of the Demon Dragon Palace would have made a condition to redeem his uncle and others. Now I'm afraid I've entered a prison cell, living like a prisoner.

The Shinto gods have descended, and the continents of the world have become chaotic. As the largest force in the world, the empire has withstood most of the attacks from Shinto. The situation is getting worse by the day, and almost half of the territory has become a battlefield of repeated contention.

The autumn wind blew in her face, and Dixie felt a chill that penetrated deep into her bones.

Subconsciously pulled his clothes tight, and then exhaled heavily, looking at the moon in the sky. Even if he is in the imperial capital because of the war, his uncle's role is magnified. But with his grace, he can only ensure his personal safety, and he can't calmly deal with the current situation.

Countless thoughts were intertwined in my mind, and the bitterness in my heart became a little thicker.

Do you just give up?

The faces of civilians appeared in front of them, and endless wails seemed to come from their ears. It was the cry of the hopeless worthless, who were asking aloud what the meaning of life was.

Are people really determined by birth? The poor have been poor for generations, and the children and grandchildren of the rich are rich. They have a superior life unimaginable to the common people, as well as a rich material beyond imagination.

His eyes gradually became a little hesitant, and when he thought of the situation he was facing, he felt that it became a little difficult to breathe.

Can you fall down on your own?

If they fell, what choice would civilians living in despair make?

The gods have come down with the kingdom of God.

Much of the empire's territory has long since become a battlefield, and even with high-tech means, it has lost its proper control. And even more terrible is the south, the vast southern land, which has become a fallen area.

The invisible force made Dixie stand up straight, as if there were a lot of people questioning him loudly. This is the voice from the bottom, and if it continues to be ignored, it will inevitably set off a storm.

No.

To be exact, this storm has already formed.

When the main forces of the empire were fighting with the gods and horses, it was countless civilians who practiced magic who stabbed themselves in the back with their lives. This allowed the gods to come down and the situation to become what it is now.

It's simple to fall.

But the consequences have been catastrophic.

When the plebeian class saw the core of the Empire's power, the only ray of light was extinguished. What kind of choice those who are swinging will make, I'm afraid, is debatable.

So I can't fall, I have to live well.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess"

A voice interrupted Dixie's thoughts.

Muriel hurried from behind.

"The news just came that the fleet that went to the south to conquer the gods was defeated, and the commander was killed, and the government and the opposition were arguing."

"Killed?"

Dixie was silent.

Turning to look at Muriel and asking her.

"How many times has a manager been killed?"

"Ninth time"

"Nine times?"

Dixie's heart was in turmoil.

Ever since the North stabilized, the Empire has begun to assemble fleets to attack the South, the areas occupied by the gods. But the news came that there was a succession of defeats.

The commanders of the first army were frequently killed, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were full of fear of this position, and they tried their best to shirk and evade.

If it weren't for the fact that my uncle was still in the north, he would have wiped out the remnants of the gods. At this time, he had already led a large army to the south to fight against the main force of the gods.

"The God King of Light personally sits in the southern part of the empire, and there is a strong man like the God of Assassins under his command, which is difficult for us to face"

"The frequent assassination of the boss by the gods is also a difficult thing to prevent, after all, our strength comes from the armor. You can't wear it 24 hours a day, and you never take it off."

After combing through the news in his mind, Dixie said with a sad face.

Listening to these words, Mu Lier's lips moved, and he thought of the news that came from the Demon Dragon Hall not long ago, so he opened his mouth to analyze.

"The generals in the empire who can fight well have been sent to various places to suppress the soldiers and horses of the gods, and as for the generals who have the ability to reassure the royal family who have stayed behind, there are not many left" after nine assassinations."

"Even if it is Your Majesty, there should be a feeling of being a general at this time"

Muriel said to Dixie.

Dixie nodded slowly, this is indeed the actual situation facing at the moment. When the Great War broke out, the country's elite soldiers attacked everywhere, and the empire was the number one power in the world, and countries were constantly asking for help. It is also necessary to send troops to more important areas, and can only let the already small number of generals divide their troops to help.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess"

"I have an immature idea"

"Can you write to Your Majesty and ask for the position of commander of the Southern Fleet?"

Muriel said to Dixie.

Dixie was stunned.

He has never been on the battlefield at all, and even if he asks for orders, the empire will not issue an appointment. In that case, why bother doing something messy. Isn't the current situation dangerous? Deliberate actions will only be met with unwarranted hostility.

It's just that Muriel is someone who likes to come up with bad ideas? If she hadn't mediated it in the past few months, the situation she was facing now would have been even worse.

"If it were normal times, His Majesty would never agree"

"However, because Her Royal Highness asked for the lives of the commoners during this time, it angered the vast majority of nobles. Maybe they can use their anger to make the princess the commander of the Southern Fleet."

"After all, this is a position that likes to be assassinated by the gods"

Muriel said.

Dixie came back to her senses almost instantly.

In the eyes of the Manchu dynasty, the commander of the Southern Fleet was often the target of assassination. It would be a wonderful thing for them to be able to get rid of themselves with the help of the hands of the gods.

After all, the bloodline and identity on their bodies are here, and it is not easy for them to kick themselves away, so killing people with a knife is the best means at present.

The commander of the Southern Fleet?

Dominate nearly a quarter of the Empire's military power.

If you can sit in this position, you will be in the business for several years. Can you take this as an opportunity to weave your own wings? When the time comes, when she returns to the empire, she will not be a princess with an empty identity.

It's just that although this position is noble, it has extremely high risks.

In the face of the assassination of the gods, can he stand on his own? And it is also necessary to level the elite soldiers under his command in order to make the name differentiate into real strength.