Alcohol is a good thing.

He can make people forget the sadness and fear in their hearts, and make people forget the pain in their bodies.

Although it was only a temporary anesthesia, at least the soldiers were carefree at this time.

Cheap and spicy drinks pour into the mouth and the body quickly becomes hot, but there are some things that cannot be covered up by alcohol.

The death of so many comrades-in-arms has left indelible scars in the hearts of these people after all.

They celebrated the victory with smiles on their faces, but tears flowed from their eyes, because no one knew when they would die here like those comrades.

Barnal seemed to have completely adjusted his mentality, completely unaffected by the death of so many teammates and the words that Qin Chu had said before, he shouted that he wanted to let Qin Chu, the Carol Imperial Daughter, and the Holy Son O'Neill and Lothweiser take the stage to speak.

Qin Chu had never been interested in these things, and just as he wanted to excuse himself, the Holy Son O'Neill next to him had already taken the lead in standing up.

Perhaps he is used to this kind of occasion, O'Neill behaves generously and has no stage fright at all.

He cleared his throat and stood in the middle of the crowd, all of whom had just experienced a war, but O'Neill clearly did not consider the soldiers his companions.

You can still feel the faint disdain in his eyes.

I am different from them, and even if I appear in the same war, I am more noble than them.

O'Neill cleared his throat and spoke slowly in the characteristic tone of the clergy:

"This time, we can win because of the protection of the Goddess of Light and Mother Earth."

"Without the protection of the goddess, we will not have the strength and courage to fight the monsters, we will perish under the iron hooves of the monsters, and this victory will strengthen our faith and put us on the right path."

"The dead are to be regretted, but only because their faith is not strong enough."

"The invasion of monsters is not a disaster, but a test given to people by the gods, and only the most devout believers can survive the test."

"Look, none of our Earth Mother God Cult have died in the attack of monsters, and this is the best proof of this."

Qin Chu's eyes widened.

This ...... Is the brain really okay?

It was only now that so many people died on this side to win the war.

Turn your head and say that the victory was brought by the goddess? So many soldiers died in vain, right?

Sure enough, there was a deathly silence all around, no one made a sound, and the soldiers, although they had drunk, were not completely unconscious.

There was a hint of anger in their eyes, they had sacrificed so many of their companions to resist for months without food and clothing, and you might as well have come up and take all the credit?

Yes, the Mother Earth Cult is not a single person dead.

Isn't that because everyone except you and the Holy Maiden are hiding in the corner, and they don't have a head-on confrontation with the monster at all?

Is this kind of thing embarrassing to brag about?

Don't you know shame?

Son O'Neill opened his arms as if to receive the applause of adoration from all around.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Barnal was the first to react, clapping his hands vigorously, and under Banar's guidance, the surrounding areas finally reverberated with sparse applause.

O'Neill scoffed at such a flat reaction, and it was indeed a group of guys who didn't know how to be polite.

After O'Neill left, it was Carroll.

Carol was much smarter than O'Neill in that she did not mention the role of the royal family in the war, only to inform the soldiers that the son of Duke Marta, who had escaped, and the marquis, who had withheld military pay and resold military supplies, a total of seventy-two nobles, had all ascended to the guillotine and paid a heavy price for their greed.

This content makes the atmosphere around a little depressing, quite a bit

The soldiers began to weep secretly, if it weren't for these greedy nobles, the brothers would not have been killed and wounded so badly.

Although it is a good thing to be able to execute these nobles, the dead brothers will never come back.

Lothwiser wanted to soothe the soldier's mood and promote the glory of the goddess of light and the role of his own holy woman, but he was keenly aware of the atmosphere and pushed it away.

Qin Chu is the last one, and the one who is the finale.

After a short hesitation, Qin Chu took the wine bowl and came to the middle of the crowd surrounded by thousands of soldiers, under the reflection of the bonfire, a pair of eyes jumped with flames.

Silent.

This oppressive silence lasted for a long time, and Qin Chu finally spoke slowly:

"Is this worth celebrating?"

His voice, low and muffled, was filled with a kind of compassionate solemnity.

"I want to ask you, is this really a victory?"

Qin Chu's voice echoed in the ears of many soldiers.

Everyone is muttering these two words, is this a victory? Is this worth celebrating?

Of the 100,000 people, less than 7,000 remained, what kind of victory is this? Do you want to celebrate the death of more than 90,000 brothers?

Qin Chu's voice was still wafting in the wind.

"We have lost so many companions that they will never be able to return to their homes and hug their wives and children."

"Their lives are left here forever, and their wives and children are being bullied and even died tragically in the city without anyone to take care of them!"

"They didn't deserve to die, they didn't die at the hands of monsters, they died at the hands of those seventy-six greedy nobles."

"Even if the seventy-six nobles have been executed, I still don't think it's something to celebrate, because the dead will never return."

There was a slight sobbing sound all around, and these surviving soldiers knew that Qin Chu was right, this was never something to celebrate.

Those who die today are those comrades, and those who die tomorrow may be other surviving comrades, possibly themselves...... His wife and children will also fall to the same end.

Qin Chu took a breath, he didn't say anything more, just raised his hand and let the wine pour on the ground:

"To the dead warriors!"

Syllable!

The wine bowl in his hand smashed to pieces on the ground.

There was a gloomy depression all around, and everyone's hearts were sad, but their eyes were shining.

Carol frowned, she wanted to refute Qin Chu, but she didn't know where to speak.

She knew that what Qin Chu said had stabbed the empire's biggest drawback at the moment, but she didn't have the ability to change it...... The greed of a nobleman can lead to the death of tens of thousands of commoners, and the world is not fair.

At this moment, the Holy Son O'Neill stood up, his face was ugly, "Your Excellency, what do you mean by this? Are you blaming the aristocracy of the Empire?"

"Don't forget your identity, you're just a brave man, summoned just to fight those monsters, everything in the empire is not something you can participate in."

As a person with vested interests, O'Neien, who was also a nobleman or a clergyman, did not allow Qin Chu to splash dirty water on the aristocracy.

Qin Chu smiled and summoned the brave to come over, just as a tool man to fight against monsters, this was the idea of all the high-level leaders of the Heavenly Dome Continent, but it was the first one like O'Neill to say it directly.

"Even if the nobles did make a mistake, they were punished. Moreover, the punishment was unprecedentedly severe, and the direct death penalty was enough to pay for the lives of 93,000 civilians."

Yin Nas next to him was glaring at O'Neien, but this stupid man didn't see it at all:

"Right now, we're enjoying the joy of victory, and you shouldn't spoil the atmosphere at this time, Your Excellency."

Atmosphere?

I'm afraid O'Neill didn't even notice the atmosphere around him

Yes.

A little wrong? Is that a little bit of a mistake?

The lives of seventy-six nobles, and the lives of ninety-three thousand commoners.

In the eyes of an upper-class person like the Holy Son, it seems to be equal...... Ah no, it is not equal, and it is clear from the tone of the Holy Son that the lives of 93,000 commoners are not comparable to the lives of 76 nobles.

Perhaps, this is what the people of the upper class of the Heavenly Dome Continent really think, right?

As a civilian, it's really sad.

People in this world don't care about their lives or deaths.

On the contrary, a brave man summoned from another world will grieve the loss of so many lives.

It is rumored that the Brave One is an angel descending from a divine envoy.

It must be so, maybe only a true angel would have such a merciful heart, right?

I don't know how long the deathly depression lasted.

Finally, Commander Barnal stood up.

Immediately after, one soldier after another stood up, and even the wounded supported their bodies with their spears as weapons.

They all raised their bowls in unison:

"To the dead warriors!"

"To those dead brothers!"

The voices of the 7,000 people mingled together and rolled in the ears like the waves of the sea, and they were deafening.

Like an earthquake, like thunder......

O'Neien's face was a little pale, and the light in the eyes of those people frightened him.

Those clergymen and knights, their bodies also subconsciously curled up, their throats were a little dry, constantly squirming, swallowing non-existent saliva.

They don't understand why they are just a bunch of civilians who have nothing, just shouting two slogans, why they let themselves panic so much.

Some of them are even afraid to look at that kind of picture.

Syllable......

Immediately after, the sound of the bowl breaking connected into a straight line.

Every upper-class person who heard this voice trembled involuntarily, their hands and feet were cold, and their scalps were numb.

All the warriors looked at Qin Chu with admiration in their eyes, and they were moved by the kindness and kindness of the brave man.

That gaze made O'Neill jealous and angry, and he wondered why his speech proclaiming the glory of God was so indifferent, and that these lowly commoners could not understand the meaning of it.

Obviously, every time he gives a speech in the Earth Mother God Cult, he can arouse the applause of countless believers!

Looking at this scene, Carol suddenly sighed, she knew that the empire was probably about to change!

Just then, a night breeze blew.

The bonfire in front of him, the flames of a large number of corpses burning in the distance, suddenly pressed down in unison.

The whole world seems to be in the dark.

An indescribable coldness was approaching, and a layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on Qin Chu's body, and a rich black color was enveloping everything.

Violet's face, which was originally sitting on the ground, changed, her body suddenly stood up and walked quickly to Qin Chu's side.

There seemed to be a huge phantom in the sky, she had a beautiful and graceful silhouette, and a trace of black mist was floating behind her, like her beautiful long hair.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but it loomed, and there seemed to be an illusion that it should be a beautiful girl.

Her image is somewhat similar to the phantom of the goddess who once appeared behind Qin Chu, but the color is diametrically opposite.

Her arms spread slightly, as if enveloping something.

Faint shadows began to fly from the ground, from the flames.

Qin Chu's eyes shrank slightly, he saw it, it was the soul.

It was the dead soldiers, the souls trapped in the land, who threw themselves into the arms of the great phantom.

In the depths of Qin Chu's mind, there was a deep and suppressed voice from Saya, Qin Chu had never felt that Saya's voice was actually so solemn:

"Be careful."

"That's one of the most powerful witches in existence, the Daughter of Death!"