Miriya sounded anxious, and everyone understood. I was starting to have a headache about how Mobrador's civilization should arrange things. Obviously, they had been watching a futuristic sci-fi war movie in the past few hours, albeit with a delay of tens of minutes. The unlucky natives had prepared flowers, fruits, and firecrackers in front of their homes, waiting to welcome the return of the sage. In the end, they were greeted with the scene of God and Jesus throwing bricks at each other in the sky. Everyone could imagine how lively Mobrador was right now. Conservatively speaking, it should be much noisier than the Eighteen Mile Dog Market.
"Milia, I'm listening."
Sighing, I picked up Milia's communication and began to simulate the problem of resettling billions of disaster victims. I realized that I had basically been resettling disaster victims ever since I'd ascended to the throne. Was this the bane of my existence?
Hearing the reply from the communication link, Miriya's voice was obviously relieved. This time, she even called him brother in a relaxed manner. Then, she told me something that I had expected.
Mobrador was in chaos.
"What happened? The Holy Disk kept saying that the communication protocol had to be upgraded urgently and that the authority was insufficient. I was so worried," Milia said quickly. "The streets outside are in a mess! The Paladins of the Church of Pale Blue are maintaining order everywhere. There are people giving speeches on the streets. The military airship has been hovering in the sky since an hour ago, but it only broadcasted that the residents were forbidden from leaving the town. They didn't explain anything! A person ran out of the meeting hall and shouted that the end of the world had come. Then, he was shot dead by the soldiers. The Paladins said that the person was infected with a crazy virus … Sob, I'm so scared … There was even an old man on the street who wanted to set himself on fire … Uncle and Baruna got half a warehouse full of water and food from somewhere … They said that they might have to take refuge underground … Sob … "As she spoke, Milia's crying voice came through the communication link.
After all, she was only a fourteen-year-old child. She wasn't good at suppressing her emotions. Moreover, the situation outside was probably more serious than she could describe. Adults going crazy together was the easiest way to frighten a child. This originated from the feeling of insecurity when a creature saw its own kind fall. When it was young, Wangcai, who lived next door, witnessed the Tibetan mastiff dying under a car wheel. For half a year, it would get cramps every time it heard a car horn … Speaking of which, how did I get to this point?
I calmed Milia down and learned about the current situation in Mobrador.
Now, everyone was most worried about whether the place would descend into complete anarchy. Mobrador was a theocracy. Although it had an independent administration in name, its real ruler was the church. After witnessing with their own eyes that the "Sage" they worshiped was half dead, it was questionable whether this theocracy could maintain its stability. According to Milia's description, it seemed that the information security in her world was terrible. The incident of the Sage, which should have been kept secret from the public, had spread like wildfire. Of course, this could also be because the Church of Grayblue did not expect the Sage to fight. They might have thought that this was a good opportunity to strengthen their holy authority, so they broadcasted the scene of the Sage's fleet appearing on the Divine Fog Planet to the whole world. In the end, when the battle started, they did not have the time or the nerve to broadcast an advertisement for a maternity and child hospital. If it were the people on Earth, this would not have happened. The journalists on Earth were brave enough to broadcast an advertisement for diapers to cover up their embarrassment when the president forgot his speech … No, after the war, my brain seemed to be out of control.
What was slightly reassuring was that although Mobrador was in chaos, it had not yet fallen into a state of collapse. The higher-ups of the church were delightfully calm and used their absolute power to ensure that the nominal government obeyed their leadership. Now, the holy knights of the Church of Grayblue were still maintaining order. Although rumors were spreading, their prestige among the ordinary people was still there. Of course, the ion rifles and beam sabers in their hands had also maintained the dignity of the church. The government forces firmly controlled the functional facilities of the city, ensuring the normal supply of energy and water, but the food had been looted. So far, there was no news of a mutiny among the soldiers. The agents of the Empire on standby on the three planets in Mobrador also reported that the local armed forces were well-behaved, which saved the agents a lot of ammunition.
Even so, the chaos in Mobrador was a little surprising. No one had thought that the blind worship of an ancient race would reach this level. As one of the people involved, I had a serious feeling that it was unreal. This time, it was Liliana who summed it up well: Faith can make people crazy.
Liliana, who was supposed to be the most powerful bishop, had been the one to analyze the problem of faith twice in a row. This made me really worried for the believers of the Goddess of Life.
After a simple discussion, we decided to leave the Empire's main forces on the God of Fog planet. This was the bridgehead of the solar system's defense circle. It was impossible for our current military forces to set up defenses at the gravitational boundary that was 1.5 light years away. Apart from that, this gigantic planet at the outermost edge of the Mobrador system became our first strategic location. Its dense atmosphere and powerful radiation field would also slightly increase the fleet's ability to conceal themselves. Ten minutes later, the fleet entered the chaotic clouds of the God of Fog planet in batches. They would establish a temporary base at the bottom of the clouds that were twenty thousand kilometers thick. At the very least, they would first establish a fixed world circuit that was directly connected to the outpost base. This time, our reinforcements had almost been stopped by the enemy, which was a deep lesson. It was indeed possible to face all sorts of difficulties at any time when fighting against a true Empire fleet.
This fleet also had another mission, which was to protect the ruins.
It was a doomsday fortress that floated in the raging waves of the God of Fog planet. It had been built by Sandora's former servants, and had now become a tomb filled with a sorrowful aura.
The ruins still didn't have a name. Sandora and I had always called it the "Mausoleum". It was indeed fitting for this name. The Mausoleum had a special meaning for Sandora. It could be said that after coming to this world, her former followers had been exterminated, her former soldiers had collectively betrayed her, and her former country's territory had been shattered into pieces. This was the only tomb that had been preserved for so long, and it had become a point of support for her memories. Even though it wasn't something that made people happy, it was necessary to protect it properly.
The "Mausoleum" had already been confirmed to be a multi-layered metal fortress that was several hundred kilometers long. It was incredibly sturdy, and because it used a large amount of Schilling battleship metal, its structural strength rivaled that of the Empire's battleships. It was designed to be an impregnable fortress. After experiencing the current situation, I knew that it would be impossible for an ordinary army to escape from the encirclement of Sandora's Revenge Army. Thus, it didn't have the ability to fly or teleport. It had multiple energy sources. The main energy source was the psionic reactor array in the middle, and the secondary energy source was an antimatter annihilation system. Its entire outer shell was the third energy source. It used the abundant helium and hydrogen in the God of Fog planet's oceans as raw materials to carry out highly efficient nuclear reactions to obtain energy. Even the ancient nuclear reactions were used. It could be seen that the Mobrador ancestors had really done everything in order to survive, but they still failed. Now, the Mausoleum was still relying on the remaining energy system to maintain a minimum level of operation. Some Empire technicians were currently working on repairing it. I hoped that after the war, it would completely return to its original appearance and be placed in the shadow dimension as a warning tombstone.
Of course, for now, it could only be protected in the God of Fog planet.
After dealing with the chores here, we first took the shuttle to Planet Mobrador. Our destination was, of course, Miriya's house.
When the silver-gray surreal flying machine suddenly appeared in the underground warehouse, Miriya's family was obviously shocked. Uncle Zaku tumbled down from the maintenance rack, and his precious Glory of Glow was spread out on the ground in a state of parts. It seemed that we had disturbed his work of repairing his memories. Not far away, behind a pile of scrap metal, Miriya's little head popped out. This little girl was holding a particle rifle in her hand, and she looked nervously and solemnly from behind the pile of steel plates, like a sentinel peeking out from a trench. Beside her was Biruna, who still had that cool and serious look, and her movements were exactly the same as Miriya's.
Apart from Uncle Zaku, the quality of this family was quite high.
The shuttle directly disappeared into thin air, and what appeared in front of the three of us was the most high-end freeloader family in history that had disappeared for less than 24 hours. Looking at the messy underground warehouse and the slightly comical Miriya in front of me, I suddenly had a feeling that it was unreal. It was as though my memory of the cannon fire in the past few hours was fake. This scene had changed too suddenly.
"Ah! It's you guys! " When Miriya saw the appearance of the people, she immediately shouted. Then, she threw away the weapon in her hand (I really don't understand why she still used a gun when her magic is so good). Then, she and Biruna scrambled to climb out from behind the "cover" that they were hiding in. On the other side, Uncle Zaku stood up from a pile of scrap metal. He shouted that his heart couldn't take it anymore, while he hurriedly took off the military tool bag on his back, the photon army knife on his arm, the high-energy battery module on his belt, the grenade hanging around his neck, the helmet on his head, the laser cannon on his shoulder, the belt in front of his chest, the bulletproof vest, the electromagnetic magazine, the power skeleton, the light metal shield, the military food bag, the bedding roll, the military shovel, and twelve bottles of mineral water …
There was a clang! Uncle, are you planning to kill your way out to conquer the world? How did you put on the bulletproof vest over the alloy armor?
"Hehe, the situation is complicated. Be careful, and you'll live long." Uncle Zaku had an unconcerned look on his face. He scratched his messy hair and laughed.
Miriya immediately slapped her head and let out a sigh. "Sigh, this is too embarrassing …"
We were already familiar with Uncle Zaku's overly "timid and cautious" personality, so it wasn't strange at all. Our return seemed to have given the family some peace of mind. I could feel the atmosphere quickly lightening up. Biruna let out a light sigh of relief. Then, she asked hesitantly, "There are some rumors out there …"
"Basically." I knew what she was going to ask before I even finished my sentence, so I simply shrugged my shoulders.
"This is an emergency situation, and for Mobrador, it could be the end of the Old Era," Big Sister continued. "Of course, you don't have to worry about this. Ah Jun and I are preparing to contact the ruler of Mobrador. This star system is no longer safe. We have encountered another Empire fleet in the sky above the God of Fog planet. Now, we can confirm that their target is here. Yes, strictly speaking, it should be us. You guys have been implicated. "
At this point, Big Sister seemed a little apologetic. From her point of view, Mobrador's civilization could have lived on peacefully, even if they might not have been able to evolve further. The arrival of the Imperial Army had brought about a war that could have led to genocide. However, if they could have survived this war safely, they would have had the opportunity to develop their civilization. This kind of complicated situation could no longer be analyzed as a simple matter of profit or loss for a civilization. It was more like a gamble. However, no matter what, this was definitely not good news for Miriya's family, whose peaceful life was coming to an end.
Miriya's family was just the most common people in Mobrador. They would not have thought about high-end issues such as the progress of the entire civilization, and it was useless even if they did. Therefore, when they heard about a war that exceeded their imagination, the three of them could not relate it to anything. At this time, Bubble excitedly uploaded a video to Miriya's Information Terminal. It was a video she had recorded from the Admiral of the Empire's subjective perspective of the defensive battle on the God of Fog planet. This video seemed to have a huge impact on Miriya's family. There was definitely no other war documentary in this world that could be more direct than this. After sending the family of three off to watch the war film, I called everyone to the living room on the first floor, ready to discuss what to do next.
"First, we have to find the bishop of the Church of Pale Blue. That's easy." Icetis liked to join in the fun, so she enthusiastically chimed in. "Just fly the warship to the Pope's City and land there. They will worship you like an ancestor. Now, we have to think about what to say after being worshipped. We have to come up with an easy-to-understand excuse to explain what the Sage's internal strife is all about. If we can't solve this, the Mobrador civilization will be done for in a few days. Since their development until now, the spiritual pillar of the entire race is almost the absolute glory of the Sage. Once the common people hear about the Sage's internal strife, the impact will be unimaginable. "
"That's too much, right?"
Shallow Shallow mumbled in disbelief. She had never been clear about her own position, and could not understand how important the word 'Sage' was in the hearts of the Mobradorians.
"It's not an exaggeration. I've been a charlatan for tens of millions of years," Icetis said shamelessly, and we could not refute her words. "The mortals of this world are very unclear about the position of the Shiring Apostles. Although they know that you are just a more advanced mortal civilization, they have already worshipped you as gods. And too much worship means a fragile balance. In their hearts, the Sage is absolutely right. He is a superior life that evolved to perfection, and everything that allowed their race to develop to this day. This is the most common behavior of fanatics: they firmly believe that a person they have never seen before has brought them all the beautiful lives they have now. And when the idols they worship start a war, these fanatics go crazy. Who should they help? When the gods fight, which side should the mortals stand on? Why would the gods start a war? Would it mean the end of the world? Did the gods have some kind of disagreement when deciding the fate of the mortals? Would they destroy the world? You see, we are fighting in the sky, and the people on the ground can think of such nonsense. Even if their gods had a conflict over what to eat in the morning, they would still analyze it for a long time. And in a theocratic society, the higher the ruling class, the more they would think of such nonsense. They have already become used to trying to figure out the Sage's intentions from his every move, to the extent that they have become neurotic … Back then, I encountered such an awkward situation. I went to the mortal world to buy two fried chicken nuggets, and when I returned two days later, I found out that those cute fellows had even written a bible about this matter. From that day onwards, the sale of fried chicken nuggets was monopolized by the church … That's ridiculous. "
Icetis' words really made me feel emotional. I couldn't help but think of a passage in Greek mythology. It described that Charon, the Extraditor of Hell, would charge a gold coin as a boat fare when he extradited the undead. Otherwise, the undead waiting to enter Hell would have to wait by the River of the Dead for a year before they could rest in peace. In response to this legend, I specifically went to Atlantis to ask Hades about it. He said on the spot that all of this was malicious slander and despicable slander, and that the Atlanteans' gods were all impartial. Perhaps this proved Icetis' words: mortals would always try to figure out a lot of things that even the gods themselves couldn't think of from the trivial actions of the gods, and then add a lot of miraculous explanations, making people not know whether to laugh or cry.
After that, I also tried to ask Charon about the situation, but I heard that Hades had broken his leg and was currently recuperating in the medical center, so the matter was left unsettled. We don't have to think too deeply about this …
"Strictly speaking, Mobrador is a more deformed theocratic society than Atlantis," Liliana muttered as she peeled grapes for Jingle, who was jumping around on the table. "Although they all treat the Shiring Apostles as Gods, the latter knows more about the origin of the Gods, and they face the war between the Gods more rationally. On the other hand, Mobrador relies entirely on their imagination. They portray the Sages too beautifully."
As the fake loli spoke, she pierced a grape into a toothpick and dangled it in the air above the table, causing Dingdang to jump back and forth. The master and servant were having fun — — Did this girl forget something important?
"Actually, I have a good idea," Liliana raised her head and smiled evilly at me as she 'played' with her goddess. "Don't forget that I grew up deceiving people … Ugh, although I haven't grown up yet. Anyway, how about I make up a story? "
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