"Ma 'am, have you heard of the Regeneration Legion that appeared on the eastern front of the Old Continent? When it comes to the domain of death, our allies need a professional like you to give them some pointers. "
In the banquet hall, Deputy Prime Minister Erich was holding a glass of wine and chatting with a dignified and beautiful lady in a peacock green evening gown about the latest developments on the battlefield.
"Is it the unknown force that actually controls the Duchy of Clarence and the Principality of Bukhara? I heard that the Union Army and the Kingdom of Heimar's military wanted to use that area as the main battlefield on the eastern front.
Why? Isn't the retreat of two armies enough? The Regeneration Legion has already come out? "
Lady Crow Yeherr, the highest-ranking spy in the Federation, clinked her glass with Erich, the second-in-command of the federal government, and spoke in a very casual tone.
Previously, the international bankers had not only gone easy on the people at the bottom, but also on the rulers of the states and countries in the Federation of Golden Palm.
By artificially creating a debt crisis, the highly autonomous state governments went bankrupt one after another. Then, they were harvested, infiltrated, and controlled by the bankers. The economic, political, and military lifelines were completely controlled.
Using such soft economic means, not only did it peacefully centralize the power of the federal government, but it also allowed the authority of the God of Wealth and Capital to continuously increase in practice.
This was a great achievement that the previous generation's "Eye of Wealth" holders were proud of. Many of them were able to enter the god's heavenly palace, which was filled with boundless wealth, because of this achievement.
In this internal power struggle that didn't see blood.
Even though Lady Crow Yeherr and the first batch of bigwigs had stronger supernatural powers, they could only helplessly accept the fact that the center of power had shifted.
Even Yalen, who had the backing of the Chaos Worm, and the son of the Angel of Justice, Bradley, were powerless in this matter, and they couldn't get the demigods behind them to intervene.
At this moment, a middle-aged man, whose arm was intimately held by Yeherr, continued to speak.
"Mr. Prime Minister, I've studied the information sent back from the frontlines. The Regeneration Legion isn't involved in the orthodox domain of death, but an alternative medicine that can gain the favor of the world.
Relying on a series of "cyborg" technologies such as limb reconnection, organ transplantation, head replacement, and resurrection of the dead, they established the Regeneration Legion with extremely strong combat strength and vitality.
Most importantly, they were definitely not dead undead creatures. They were still living creatures.
We, the Church of Mourning, are very interested in this form of existence. After all, the Church is the third largest shareholder of the Federal Ministry of Health. Oh, I mean, the third largest shareholder of the Mackson Pharmaceutical Company. "
The last sentence did not match the style of the shaman profession, which was filled with the smell of dirt. Instead, it was somewhat similar to the capitalists who ruled this country.
Mr. Vice Premier was not surprised at all.
This person could be considered an acquaintance. He was a Nimanster Grand Shaman and butler who had risen to prominence in the Mourning Church in the past ten years. He was deeply trusted by Ma 'am Crow.
Moreover, many people speculated that other than their identities as totem gods and clergymen, the two of them also had some sort of … Well, a deeper relationship that was not known to outsiders.
Although he felt strange in his heart, as an experienced [Politician], the [Hypocrisy] skill that was engraved in his bones made it impossible for him to show his true emotions on his face.
What he didn't know was that Alfred, the Great Shaman opposite him, was actually even more hypocritical than him.
In fact, even if the Angel of Royalty came in person, he would never have thought that the [Monarch's Shield] big boss that the [International Democratic Alliance] was crazily farming would appear here!
As for whether this "duplicity" had already started when the sockpuppet "Fred" was created, or if it was something that only came up recently, only Elvin himself knew the answer.
In any case, with his current strength, it was easy for him to maintain hundreds and thousands of Stage 3 avatars at the same time.
As a [Demigod], he had a deeper understanding of the deeper logic that the "Regeneration Army" represented.
That was the [Truth Concretion] that was originally hiding in various corners of the world, or even in other worlds, began to enter as the order of the material world collapsed.
Compared to those evil gods who already belonged to a faction, these loners might be the biggest unstable factor.
Many old monsters who had completed their [Truth Concretion] did not need to worry about their families at all. They did not need to cultivate believers like demigods and were completely free.
Other than Elvin's own faction, there might only be a dozen or so [Truth Concretions], which was far less than the number of demigods on the continent.
But they were the most creative group and it was the easiest for them to take advantage of the trend.
There were many small countries that had been secretly subverted.
No one could tell which faction they belonged to and who knew when a fellow that gave them a headache would suddenly pop out of a corner.
But.
Other than the Sack Empire on the Source Continent that was attacking Shilius with all their might, the other battlefields were still in the warm-up stage.
Although the arms race between the two sides had been going on for many years, whether it was the side that declared war or the side that accepted the war, no one had fought a war of this level before.
After the declaration of war, whether it was mobilizing the citizens, transferring troops, or transporting supplies, it all took time.
Even Elvin, in the name of the High Command, began to transfer a large number of servant armies from the Peacock Islands and the colonies of the Southern Continent. The Nigritos and the Anumas were thrown to the four major battlefields.
They were actually cannon fodder soldiers.
At this time, Elvin raised a brow, but there was an interesting greeting that came from the entrance of the banquet hall.
"Good day, Mr. Chairman. It's an honor to have you here in person."
What was interesting wasn't the greeting itself, but rather the identity of both sides.
As the head of the country, the number one person in the federation, mister Rudolph was actually very humble as he gave a bow to Argo, the executive chairman of the "Eye of Wealth".
The others were already used to this.
To win an election, there were two things needed. The first was money and the second was still money.
The process of getting money would inevitably lead to corruption. After taking the money, one had to take care of the interests of the money provider.
It wasn't the voters who decided the fate of a politician, rather it was the capitalists who held the money.
In the federation and all democratic countries, this was the normal political environment.
With the arrival of the important people, the fundraising banquet officially began. As the name suggested, the main purpose of this banquet was to raise funds for the upcoming war.
"Thank you 'Caterpillar Industries' mister Tom Hank for donating 1500 gold lions (after conversion)."
"Thank you 'Thor Military Industries' mister Majeri for donating 2000 gold lions."
"Ah, thank you Mr. Ferritz for donating 5000 gold lions on behalf of the board of directors of 'Philip Morris International'!"
“.....”
Elvin looked on coldly. The group of "patriots" donated higher and higher as if they weren't cutting off meat, but bidding for beautiful Heimar dancers that were carefully trained in an auction house.
The recording devices and cameras in the hands of the reporters recorded everything 360 ° without any blind spots.
Of course, everyone knew the rules.
The squire's money would be returned in full, and the commoners' money would be split 30-70.
When he heard the names of Mr. Ferritz and "Philip Morris International", Elvin's lips curled into a playful smile.
Outsiders would never have thought that this seemingly compassionate patriot was the biggest seller of food smuggling in the federation! And the buyer? Of course, it was the enemy duchy.
Smuggling food at this time? Isn't this selling out the country?
Hey, what can't a capitalist sell?
If he didn't even dare to sell the noose that might be used to hang himself in the future, then he would be a disgrace to the capitalist. His shriveled wallet would cry!
Whether or not their own reserves were sufficient was not a problem that they needed to consider.
No capitalist would refuse those shiny little things.
In fact, Thor Military Industries, which also "donated" a lot, wasn't a pushover either.
All the arms companies in the federation were private enterprises. At this time, a series of arms companies led by Thor Military Industries, which was almost equivalent to the Ministry of National Defense.
The discussion wasn't about whether or not the federation's strategic supplies were sufficient, but how much money could a seemingly outdated ornithopter get from the government?
Was it necessary to develop new weapons at this time? If the war ended prematurely, would the high research and development cost go down the drain?
With the end of the fundraising session, the joyous upper class ball began.
The social atmosphere of the capital-led country was naturally very open. Whether they were ordinary socialites or socialites, most of the beautiful girls wore erotic and charming evening gowns.
The shiny white legs and round buttocks were the footnotes of the evil capitalist depravity.
Elvin, who was righteous and clean, of course, didn't participate. He took a sip of the red wine that Eherr poured for him.
Looking at the big capitalists who were still immersed in their plans to make a fortune, he gradually became more confident about the outcome of this war.
"Although ignorance is bliss, I think it's time for you capitalists who have been separated from the masses for a long time to experience the tragedy of war and the beating of society.
And it's not necessarily a bad thing for this war to last a little longer … "
Because.
Since the beginning of the war, the "Tree of Life" that was always connected to the three springs of "Holiness", "Wisdom", and "Cold Mist" had begun to grow rapidly again!
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