On the other side of the Sea of Tranquility, far and far away from the battlefield, Sebasto...
The Republic of Bayerland is in turmoil.
Despite its illustrious history and millennia of honour, Bijaland was undeniably decayed.
The extravagant atmosphere and cumbersome bureaucracy of the world capital weakened the pace of any reform, making the wise Senate corrupt, complacent, and unwilling to change.
A dissatisfaction with disenfranchisement has long been growing among citizens, especially in provinces where taxes are heavy but rights are not guaranteed.
There has been intense controversy surrounding the taxation of the third estate.
The Senate attempted to solve the problem by force. They sent a powerful fleet to blockade the ports of various provinces and required all shipping and commercial activities to comply with the taxation bill of the Senate.
In these chaotic times, a charismatic man emerged.
He is Count Roland.
The former legendary warrior wanted to create a Beyeland Confederation that would guarantee the power of the National Assembly.
The status quo can be upended at any time, and this is an opportunity for change—radical change. He led a broad-based separatist movement. The movement became increasingly active, and in just a few months, thousands of chambers of commerce, farmers, and financial groups had gathered under his banner.
At a time when the world is in turmoil due to this crisis. A mysterious visitor comes to attend a Confederate meeting...
On the tallest mage tower in Sebasto, the teleportation circle shines with a heart-stopping dazzling light. A powerful and ferocious breath of blood is about to arrive.
Although the local resident mages had already been bribed to the Confederate side, this aura that exceeded the physical and mental limits of human beings still gave everyone present a sense of instinctive panic and fear.
There are many wealthy businessmen who are curious and have gained extraordinary powers by taking potions. However, without unique talents, long-lasting and arduous training, and practice, most people will stop at the threshold of Sequence 8, or lose control in incomprehensible madness and be hunted by demon hunters.
Extraordinary characteristics give mortals a stronger, faster, and more perfect body and spirit. Once people have tasted it, they can no longer refuse the mysterious temptation. Even if they are jealous because of physical differences, or fierce confrontations due to class and tax disputes, the big figures in the Confederate Parliament also agree in their bones——
Extraordinaries are supermen who are above the limits of human beings, and are mysteries that need to be looked up to and respected.
This mysterious visitor who came to the Sebasto Mage Tower used a magic circle for long-distance transmission. It is a psychic device that can only be used by wizards above Sequence 7 and extraordinary level experts. He could reach here in seconds from across the Sea of Tranquility. Even the best ships equipped with steam engines and magic circles would take several days.
This is power that money cannot buy.
"My lords, Lord Blood is about to arrive."
said the attendants tremblingly.
A group of wealthy businessmen and parliamentarians who had already gathered in the Master's Tower had frightened faces, huddled together like a nest of quails, and whispered.
"Have you ever seen a Lord? Lord Gunnar."
"I have seen it, Lord Tambov, I have seen it, they are unfathomable..."
These wealthy businessmen and conglomerate leaders were notified by the legendary brave Count Roland de Sissel, the first speaker of the Confederation Assembly, to welcome the mysterious Lord who was about to come.
Who this lord was, the count did not say. However, everyone knows that in the mysterious world, the Lord is a Sequence 5 transcendent, only one step away from a demigod, and a single thought can shatter a person's body to pieces.
These terrifying and unpredictable existences are the strong support of the Beyeland Republic. If they take action, they will be far more terrifying than the fleet, artillery and cavalry. After all, it is not easy for cannons to hit the commanders and congressmen in the rear, but there is no way to stop a Lord from entering or exiting a congressman's bedroom.
At this time, he heard heavy breathing echoing in the darkness, making the listener's heartbeat accelerate wildly. The deafening roar of the teleportation circle cannot cover up the echoes, as if it comes from the depths of everyone's soul.
"Huh, huh——"
The first thing that appeared in the magic circle was a dark golden helmet. The terrifying breath reverberated heavily between the visor and the helmet, as if a giant beast in a cage stretched out its claws dripping with blood.
The desperate cries and invisible fear strangled the throats of everyone present, slowly tightening, extending along the spine and into the soul.
"Welcome, your powerful lord, our meeting is entirely legal!"
Lord Gunnar, a member of the Confederation Assembly, shouted subconsciously.
"We are honored to have you here!" Senator Gunnar's companion hurriedly pushed him and said with fear, "We have prepared the most comfortable hotel for you..."
Griffith emerges from the shadows.
He waved away his black cloak, held his swords in his hands, and stepped on the steps with his heavy greaves and iron boots, making a creaking and twisted sound on the floor and in the hearts of the congressmen.
Griffith's trip to the meeting was kept completely confidential. Externally, he will attend under the name "Blood Lord", which is the code name given to him by Roland to conceal his identity.
The tall war knight came to the congressmen and looked down at the congressmen who were almost kneeling on the ground.
Are these people, cowardly guys, trying to resist Beyelan?
He rubbed the gauntlets that were as sharp and ferocious as fangs. The leader, Senator Gunnar, immediately felt a noose tightening around his neck, causing him to raise his head.
Help, help me...! The congressman clutched the air helplessly. In his nightmare, he had seen Beyelan crushing their resistance and hanging him from the street lamp. This was how he felt.
"Take me to see you, Roland."
…
The First Convention of the Confederacy was a completely different story.
Representatives from all over the world gather here. Although the sea off Sebasto is Bijerland's blockade fleet, it is absolutely safe to attend this meeting.
There is a supreme will that has already told shrewd businessmen:
"The great Dark Lord, Anas Tasios, is protecting them. All delegates who follow him to attend the meeting will be protected by the Dark Lord and Count Roland."
That's right, with the spiritual support of the Hermit, Roland, whose Weifu Voucher is about to expire, seems to have nothing to worry about anymore. He came to the center of the stage and openly became the enemy of Beyelan, who had been guarding him all his life!
If the feeble-minded Senate continued their folly, a civil war was destined to engulf the world.
"Now, I declare that the Confederation Congress has officially convened!"
Roland on the stage waved his hand calmly and forcefully.
"Long live the Confederacy!"
The cheerleaders who had been trained for a long time saw Roland making the gesture and immediately cheered according to the rehearsal requirements. Originally, this kind of slogan would be more impressive if it were shouted by the Qiming County army, but Roland still spent money to hire some extras. Enhance the atmosphere.
"This will be a winning conference!"
"Long live the Confederacy!" the paid cheerleaders shouted together.
"This is going to be a fighting convention!"
"Long live, long live!"
“This will be a rally of unity!”
“The Confederacy—hooray, hooray, hooray!”
This scene seemed familiar to Griffith. He had done similar things in Raven City, and it was as if a feeling and habit were imprinted deep in his soul and became an unforgettable habit.
If it weren't for the frightened Councilor Gunnar and others leading the way, Griffith would have almost joined in and yelled once or twice, ruining his terrifying image.
The atmosphere was very lively. Although the Confederate legislators present did not know why this legendary warrior was so excited, it was just good that he was happy.
Griffith chased away the annoying MPs and listened in the shadows.
The conference went very smoothly. Everything is arranged. In a warm atmosphere, Count Roland, who was knighted by the Senate, made a report on the work of the rebellion against the Senate to all the Confederate members.
One after another, prominent local representatives took the stage to discuss the ongoing battle in Verona. The rebels there were bleeding the feeble-minded Senate like hemorrhoids, but the Confederate senators and their allies welcomed any good thing like this.
The battle at Verona gave them great encouragement. If farmers and herdsmen holding pitchforks can damage Beyeland's army, then...
The delegates also discussed the rules of procedure of the Confederate Congress, and the vote on the proposal to establish a grand army was unanimously approved.
Griffith noticed something interesting.
Roland is the spokesperson and political leader of the Confederacy, and the Confederate army being formed still needs a general to lead...
While he was deep in thought, Roland came to him unknowingly.
"Try it, it's the best tobacco from the southern plantations."
Roland took out a cigarette from nowhere, took a puff of it with satisfaction, and handed one to Griffith.
"I don't smoke."
Harandil appeared out of nowhere, came to the two of them and shouted:
"This is the best product rolled out on the troll girl's thigh!"
Griffith put the cigarette away, put it into his small bag, and said to the count who was puffing away:
"Is this your plan? I have an ominous premonition."
"Yes, I feel flustered too," Harandil said, shaking his head, "How can we defeat the Senate with these cowardly insects?"
"Huh, dried fish, you won't say that when you see the army prepared for you. Phew - you can use it to fight the Chosen One's Sacrifice~" Roland swallowed a cigarette ring and inhaled with satisfaction. Sniffing, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the Confederacy's model troops. I personally drilled them, the main force with the title of the People's Guards."
"Without adequate protection, these cowardly fellows will not stand up against the Senate."
Griffith followed Roland outside.
This friend of his is making enemies of the rulers and gods of the world...
"Don't be too anxious and focus on the present moment. The future is unpredictable."
There was a kind of indifference and calmness on Roland's face, as if he had seen through everything. He walked in front, through the long corridor of the Sebasto Fortress where the meeting was held, as if he was taking old friends to see his beloved garden, where he could talk about old times.
Griffith, Harandil and him were talking wordlessly. Suddenly, a slogan resounding through the sky came from the end of the corridor.
They passed through the long gloomy corridor, and the golden sunlight pierced the sky.
On the vast boundless plain, a red eagle flag stands. A silver double-headed eagle stands on it, and a black and red ribbon and pure gold ornaments hang on the flagpole.
Under the flag of the eagle, the neat large square formations and queues spread to the end of the field of vision. The infantry columns, which were as straight as swords and swords, gathered from all directions.
They carried shining silver muskets without hanging cumbersome match ropes, and there were sharp spears hanging from the muzzles.
There are no spearmen or sword and shield soldiers at all in this infantry. Wearing breastplates and looking majestic, they gathered into a phalanx with firm steps.
After that, there was a neat artillery team, cuirassiers and cuirassiers with rolling horseshoes. Dozens, hundreds of military flags were flying.
To the cheerful beat of drums and flutes, they marched out, squadron after squadron, from the nearby military camps, seemingly endlessly. Whenever a troop finished lining up, they would stand still and send out a series of slogans that resounded through the sky.
"One two one
"One two one
"one two three four!"
Griffith suddenly felt something hit his soul hard, and his eyes became wet. He felt a little dizzy and vaguely familiar, as if he had been with an invincible force a long time ago.
Representatives of the Confederate Congress poured out of the venue to observe this army.
After the army formed their formation, they paid attention to Roland's position in a majestic silence. The officer leading the team strode forward and loudly reported to Roland on the viewing platform:
"Comrade People's Commissar, the 1st Guards Front has completed its formation, please review it!
"General Commander of the Parade, Werner Negri!"
Roland took a deep breath. He turned his head slightly, looked at Griffith beside him, and then said to the army in front:
"The military parade begins."
"Woo--"
The low sound of the trumpet echoed over Sebasto, flooding the world like a tidal wave.
Everyone is chanting silently in their hearts:
"The war with the Senate and wizards for the world,
"here we go."
