It's August Dew Day, and three days have passed since the Battle of the Traveler's Wilderness, and whether it is the Dawning Empire or the Red Alliance, there is still no obvious movement on the battlefield in the direction of Koster. That battle seemed to have exhausted the strength of both sides, and they were both carefully scrutinizing each other, and no longer easily made the next blow.

Not knowing whether to hang the Red Union spies or the Imperial spies, Vic and Slucanor could no longer suppress the turmoil in Red Eagle City.

Fortunately, Vic has a team of elite soldiers from the Old Planetary Kingdom in his hands, and a legendary druid to support him. When fierce clashes broke out between the two factions on the streets, and even used homemade magic guns, Vic caught hundreds of thugs who took the opportunity to smash and loot, and happily hanged 100 people in the center of the city, so that Red Eagle City could barely settle down.

After learning about the movements of the Dawning Empire and the Red Alliance, the two of them were even more panicked.

This is a posture that will fight for a long time!

In the empire, countless people were crowded in front of the mirage screens hung in countless communication towers, imperial government offices, aristocratic castles, and even rich residences in various cities and remote towns.

These civilians with vegetable faces watched the miracles and visions on the screen with fascination, some shed tears, some spittle, and then led by the preacher, raised their arms and shouted.

"Holy War! Holy War! Holy War!"

From Hadron in the south, to the ice fields in the north, to Bennuin in the east, and to the Bled coast in the west, tens of millions of square kilometers of land were boiling.

The local government offices, the Imperial Legions, and the Church of Order leisurely chose their favorite candidates in this pot of boiling souls, and the Dominions and magicians of the various kingdoms and principalities followed behind, even if they were just picking up the scraps discarded by the former.

The mud-legged men who did not have the supernatural powers, the money or the means to go to school poured into the mines of the empires to dig for magic metals and magic crystals. It is much happier to have a full meal and the clergy of the Order Church to soothe their hearts than to bury their heads in the fields.

They can pray freely and freely, and no longer be chastined by the old church!

The former church had a monopoly on the right to pray and did not pray collectively in temples and other prescribed places, which was a grave sin. How can a mud-legged man afford to give after a prayer, so in the old days, a clay-legged man was not allowed to gather in a crowd to pray.

This situation did not change significantly even after the defeat of the Loyal Divine Court, when the Church of Kem was disbanded, but the tradition of the Grassroots Temple was still deeply rooted.

Now that the Order Church has been reorganized, the "masters" of the church are selfless and dedicated itinerant priests, who organize the mud-legged people to pray according to God's will, without asking for any monetary reward.

What's more, such prayers are actually heard by the goddess, and even occasionally they send down miracles to cure diseases or soothe the soul, to the delight of these prisoner-like miners, and to the extreme of piety.

If he could be valued by "Master" and sent to a church school or even accepted as "Pedwan", his fate would have changed, and this was also the merit of "Master". They are not for money, but for how many qualified students are selected and how many talented Pedwan are accepted. The goddess rewarded them accordingly, giving them more power and increasing their rank.

The goddess has clear rewards and punishments, and there is no mistake or omission, and the reorganized Order Church is therefore iron-faced and selfless, and begins to incorporate more and more mud legs into the magnificent and magnificent order.

Those who were able to afford to study in the church schools that had expanded several times in size and the magic schools run by the Imperial Administration, and the churches of other gods of the Kosmos department also ran many temple schools to absorb commoners who were more receptive to the beliefs of knights, nobles, and the law. At the same time, the magic schools established by various kingdoms and principalities and various groups of magicians were further expanded.

The semesters of these schools are basically more than one year, and they train grassroots talents for the Empire, the Order Church, the Church of God, and the Royal Magic Order, and the Principalities of the Kingdoms and the Magician Groups also cultivate low-level transcendents for their own use on a large scale through the schools they founded.

Although the scale of such schools has increased a lot, it is still the lucky ones who can be selected. Another type of school is emerging in the Empire, a true crash school, established by a large number of low-level transcendents who are good at deception and abduction, under various signs.

They stole teachers from regular schools and summed up various supernatural strength quick methods. Recruit apprentices with ordinary qualifications in rural towns, and spend two or three months or even as little as a month to let civilians master zero-level magic or magic through all kinds of inhuman cruel torture.

The "success rate" of this kind of accelerated school is very low, and the casualties are frequent, and because the school does not teach basic knowledge such as the law of extraordinary strength at all, nor does it teach reading, writing, and thinking methods, let alone the cultivation of the mind and the cultivation of faith, even if you master a zero-level divine art, it is difficult to continue to progress after that.

However, this kind of school is short and low-cost, and it has become another way for civilians to change their fate and pursue happiness. In some regions, such as Norton, this is still the main route.

At Norton, as long as you become a trainee in the crash school, the school will actively recommend you to work in the magic workshop. Although the monthly salary is only enough to eat and drink in the town, it is much better than struggling to survive in the countryside.

When the "Miracle of Cache" was spread in the towns and villages of the empire, many people who broadcast and preached the mirage would change to the advertising of the crash school after the mirage was over, and then accept a large number of students on the spot.

In the fury of faith in full swing, even if the heart of a god as powerful as Keira Theresia could be divided into tens of thousands, it would not be able to discern the essence of every tiny flame in the divine fire.

Pure faith comes from a deep understanding and steadfast defense of the eternal order, which will make the will of the gods purer, more firm in their own path, and more stable in their throne.

Misorganized beliefs come from the fanatical worship of god images, names, and miracles, which can lead to greater power, but also distort the will of the gods, and eventually become puppets to be used by other beings and even mortals.

Keira Theresia is very clear about the difference between these two types of beliefs, and she knows even more that there are countless impurities in the surging and burning divine fire in the divine seat, after all, part of him, to be precise, most of the composition is Theresia, and the loyal divine court that was overthrown before is to let Kem's divine fire be filled with impurities, and then control the will of the gods.

But he was confident that he could grasp such a situation, and the experience of a soul in another world taught her the truth that "when the water is clear, there are no fish". He was more concerned about the impurities in His foundation than the impurities in the divine fire.

Now, he needs this wave of faith to strengthen himself and prepare enough leverage for him to solve the problem of the foundation.

The battle of the Traveler in the wilderness of Koster successfully achieved the goal, and the subsequent battle, even if the result was not satisfactory, did not hinder the overall situation.

"Baudouin, how are you preparing?"

The Throne of Order, where Theresia uses an oracle to ask the cardinal who led the Hand of Order into Ika.

After hearing the answer, she sighed slightly, and then looked at the statue-like golden angel standing under the throne.

She said to the angel in golden armor and holding a golden sword and shield, "Don't worry, Sylvie, wait a few more days. I'll take you with me then, and you'll have a chance for revenge. ”

The angel bowed deeply: "Everything is in accordance with Your Majesty's will!"

Theresia's sigh deepened, this wasn't the real Sylvie after all.

Gazing at a few special branches in the divine fire, the golden light was covered with a dazzling halo, which was the followers of the Order on the Godfall Plateau, relying on the soul phantom to disguise themselves as the followers of other gods, acting as an eyeliner for her.

Looking at such movements, Xiaohong and Li Qi are also setting off a tide of faith, so that the souls of these eyeliners are also wrapped in crimson divine power, and their faith is shaking.

Of course, she didn't care about the belonging of these grassroots believers, her eyes moved away from those few strands of silk and fell on the blazing divine fire, and the heart of the gods flowed with pride and confidence.

"Richie, you're so arrogant that you think you can distort me with your own soul world?"

"You'll soon regret it, it's something I learned in your world, mobilize the masses. ”

"My empire has hundreds of millions of ...... No, it could be hundreds of millions of people, mobilize them, accumulate sand into towers, such a force that you can compete with with a mere three or four million people?"

The golden light in his eyes flickered, and he could vaguely see the light gray color.

"You're laughing at me?"

Theresia snorted, "I'm you, are you happy to be insulted like that?"

She frowned slightly: "It's true that they can't be so rampant......"

The translucent Lori Kelas huddled next to the throne, hugging her knees, and watched as Gronia's soul was reborn and shattered again and again in the golden light cage, her face expressionless, as if only the last trace of her will remained.

Outside Beta, colorful flags are unfurled in the vast fields, and the "Blue Dragon and Blue Wing" air show team of Kukai Commune drags long colored smoke across the sky.

The founding celebration of the Crimson Alliance is taking place here, and more than 100,000 people gather in a makeshift square to celebrate the birth of the motherland.

The venue reverberated with a soothing national anthem, a variation of the national anthem, dedicated by the Blue Dragon Choir.

The national anthem is not "There has never been a savior", it is a song of the Fei Gong, but another more majestic and confident song, the name is very straightforward, it is called "The Great Red Union".

"Great Permanent, Crimson Alliance~"

"Soul independence, free association~"

"Divine will, all are connected~"

"Unified and powerful, endless era~"

"The land of freedom, shining brightly~"

"All spirits are fraternal, and they pursue their ideals together~"

"Red Union Red Flag, People's Flag~"

"From victory to victory!"

Although the alliance of the Earth World ultimately failed, strictly speaking, it was a failure from the beginning, but the flame ignited by the red flag still swept the entire world, and even if only the ashes were left, it left a rich legacy for Xiaohong and Li Qi.

Therefore, they jointly decided to use the tune of "Unbreakable Alliance" as the national anthem of the Red Union, and the lyrics were only slightly changed.

Although deliberately changed to a soothing tune, under the already very professional and excellent singing voice of the Blue Dragon Choir, the recklessness and majesty of the changing times and even the changing colors of the world still made everyone present excited.

Sunny Red, Alissa, Cheyenne, QB......

Richie, Finney, Aurora, Catherine, Vicky, Eve, and Silk......

Tarrens, Stan, Gambitt, Wilson, Asuna, Eden, Roundhook......

Kane, Finn, Mayne......

The clones of the Crimson gods, the Crimson Witch, and the members of the Central Committee of the Fei Communist Party stood in a solemn line on the side of the venue, touching their hearts and mouths, watching the honor guard composed of the aviation team, the mobile fortress troops, the legion troops, and the hell barbarians, and jointly raise the national flag.

After that, there was no speech by the leader, and there was no military parade, but one by one the people who had just become citizens of the Red Federation told their ideals, and then showed the lives and exploits of the martyrs.

One ideal, one martyr......

Another ideal, another martyr......

One more, one more......

This is to remind all the people that the Red Union is a country where everyone can realize their ideals, and countless martyrs have given their lives for it.

After this session, the communes and guilds spread out their booths to showcase the existing ideals of the country, and the scene became a joyful and lively exhibition.

The gods, witches, and the Central Committee lined up as the exhibits were more relaxed, and Richie beckoned Captain Hook, who was not a member of the Central Committee, and was supposed to come this way to greet Catherine.

Li Qi shook his hand vigorously and said, "Old captain, thanks to you, our Ferty has retired in peace. ”

The old captain corrected solemnly: "Ferty is mine first, and then yours." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Li Qi said again: "Listen to Randall, you also believe in the god of war, this is not fair." ”

He poked Xiaohong with his finger who was muttering something to Vicky: "Even that guy Xiuma can believe in both, why can't he also believe in our Xiaohong?"

Xiaohong turned her head and glared: "What's the matter!?"

Seeing her dumb appearance when her eyes were almost together, the old captain laughed, and Li Qi covered his face and said, "No, it's okay!"

Xiaohong pouted and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You must be talking about me badly!"

Turning his head to ignore the pair of them, he continued to talk to Vicky, and he could vaguely hear what "field vibration", what "twelve-dimensional magic strings", as if talking about metaphysics.

"So, cardinal, I really can't believe it. ”

The old captain sighed, "Madame...... It's kind, and in my heart it's like the little girl next door. ”

Li Qi hurriedly corrected: "We don't treat anyone as an object of worship, even a god." ”

The old captain shook his head slowly: "It is because of this that I am sure that I can't accept the Crimson Faith, in my heart, there is always a divine figure." ”

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, where Catherine was talking to Aurora about a woman.

The old captain looked at Catherine's face, which was exactly the same as that of Theresia, but more beautiful and delicate, and sighed deeply.

"That's my Majesty the Queen, the cardinal, even if His Majesty wants me to die now, I won't frown, so I'm not eligible to join the Phillips. ”

Catherine felt something, turned her head to see the old captain, smiled and nodded, and then gave Li Qi a roll of the eyes.

A line of words flashed out of Richie's field of vision: "What do you have to say to old Elon, hurry up and chat with me and Aurora, you said that in addition to the witch in the column of our ID card, should we make some special marks to prove that we are different from other witches, such as married ......"

"It's good for everyone to decide ...... this"

Richie hurriedly replied to the message, and sighed secretly as he thought of the past that Clankter, Damia, and Del Rita had talked about.

The old captain really lived too long in the old days, and he was so loyal to Catherine, not only because he was Catherine's slave in terms of identity, and he watched Catherine grow up since he was a child, but also because Catherine was still giving them these slaves and bringing light to those sisters of Tinker Dong even though she was in the dark.

The old captain's half-truthful love for Ferty was not without a loyal love for Catherine.

Li Qi said to the old captain with understanding: "Yes, every mortal has a sacred temple in his heart, and it is indeed the nature of mortals to enshrine a god in it. ”

The old captain was encouraged and continued: "I'm still worried about whether this path of faith of the Fei Gong will lead mortals to embark on the path of arrogance and eventually collapse like the Magic Empire, mortals are born weak after all." ”

Li Qi said with emotion: "It is because of this that we need each other. We put everyone other than ourselves into that sacred temple to love and protect her, not to put ourselves in. ”

The old captain nodded, thoughtful.

In the distance, Retana exclaimed irritably, "That sleeping ghost, I haven't woken up yet, and now I want to fall someone!"

This strongest human body must be the strongest human flesh bomb...... Carlin.

In the Beta City Ecological Park, lying on the ground like a hill, a small sunflower suddenly popped out of the white hair.

And another, and another......

Then patches of grass burst out of the hair like paint, and in a moment, the billowing black and white hair became a flowering grassland.

Dandelions rose among the flowers, scattered in the wind, and buried them into a densely vegetated and vibrant hillside.

Then the hillside shook, and after a few violent gasps, an earth-shattering sneeze sounded.

Ahh——!h

It was as if a fortress had been bombarded on the ground, and the earthquake trembled, and the dust column soared into the sky.

The smoke and dust made the billowing sneezes even more unstoppable, and the ecological park was suddenly swept away by heavy artillery fire.