"This is the current highest official of the Mobrador Coalition Government. Yes, he is also the commander of the Mobrador Army. After the establishment of the coalition government, the military and the government were unified, and the leader was the same person."
Zaku lazily pointed at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him. His tone didn't have the slightest hint of respect, and I could even hear the obvious impatience in his tone.
I was stunned for a moment before my gaze fell on the middle-aged man's head again. Regrettably, after searching for a long time, I couldn't find the aura of a leader on him. Other than the expensive military uniform he was wearing, the balding man in front of me didn't give off the aura of a leader at all, let alone the demeanor of a soldier. His expression was cautious, and his eyes were uneasy. When he looked at us, he subconsciously looked a little nervous, and when he looked at the Holy Pope, he seemed a little lost. I felt that the only difference between him and the chicken farm manager who entered the government building for the first time was that he was missing a wrinkled leather bag, and of course, he had a shiny forehead.
"I … am very excited. It is an honor for a mortal to be able to meet the leader of the Sage."
The middle-aged man, who was known as the leader of the military and government, stood up at the gesture of the Pope. He awkwardly and awkwardly greeted me and Sandora, and then sat down, seemingly waiting for the Pope to give him the next instruction.
Looking at this, I understood. This was the leader of the puppet regime that the Holy Pope had been using.
Mobrador was a theocratic society, but it also had a government and army that were nominally independent of religion. The existence of the latter seemed to be to highlight the otherworldliness of the church. Under the guidance of the Sage, the members of the church exercised authority from the Kingdom of Heaven. They focused on the protection of the entire world, and not the vulgar laws of mortals. Therefore, the church wouldn't interfere with the self-governance of the commoners. The so-called coalition government was to show this.
Of course, we all knew that the above was mainly bullshit.
Since the day the Church of Pale Blue was established, they had never let go of the right to rule the entire world. The Holy Pope himself wanted to use the Sage's doctrine to limit the number of breaths everyone could take. After destroying Mobrador's original country and political power, he immediately established a puppet organization known as the United Government. He then gathered the old, weak, sick, women, and children from all over the world and organized them into the government army. Thus, he formed the largest civilian autonomous organization in the Mobrador civilization that had the least sense of existence.
This seemingly intimidating person was actually the biggest puppet in this puppet government. It seemed like the Holy Pope didn't put any thought into choosing such a puppet. Of course, it was also possible that he had carefully chosen such an idiot. It would be a problem even if he was placed in front of a TV to speak. I even suspected that every time the Mobrador Alliance Government was elected, they would directly choose people from all over the world's township entrepreneurs …
It was no wonder that the ordinary citizens of Mobrador didn't even realize the existence of the Allied Government and only knew that the Church was long live.
Thinking of this, I rolled my eyes at the Holy Pope. The meaning behind my words was clear. "Why did you push such a useless person in front of me?"
"Please forgive me, Sage." The Holy Pope unskillfully connected to the spiritual channel that we had left for him and slowly explained, "If we want to gradually reduce the theocracy in the Mobrador civilization to a normal range, the United Government must slowly gain a real position. The current situation is unstable and the people are panicking. The situation doesn't allow us to overthrow the old government and establish a new one at this critical juncture. Moreover, with the foundation of Mobrador's society, we can't establish a better United Government than the one we have now. Although this person doesn't have the ability to lead, at least he has been working in this position for twelve years. Sometimes, he can still represent the intentions of a considerable portion of Mobrador's people. "
I glanced at the Pope and thought to myself, Weren't you the one who caused the current situation of Mobrador's society? After three hundred years of sheep education, all the talented people in Mobrador were basically controlled by the Church of Pale Blue. As for those who had the ability to lead, other than a dozen old antiques from the Church, they were all suppressed heretics or puppets with no status in the United Government. The middle-aged man in front of me belonged to the latter. It might really be as the Pope said, that he was the only person who could take charge of the government.
"So, what do you want to say?"
I bowed and turned to the nervous head of the United Government on the other side. Although he was only a puppet, since the Pope had pushed him up, I would take him as Mobrador's spokesperson for the time being.
"Regarding the Evil God's attack on the mortals, we need a sense of security now." The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said slowly, "Everyone is very, very panicked now. Our people have realized that even if they hide in their home planet, they might not be able to escape death. The powerful Sage Army has guarded the Divine Fog Planet, but the Evil God still broke in … Please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I am making this request on behalf of all the people in Mobrador. We hope to receive better protection. The enemy is too powerful, and we can't fight back at all.
Please protect us, Blue Light above … "After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stretched out his chubby hands and made a few gestures in front of his chest, making a praying gesture.
Sandora and I exchanged glances. For some reason, we felt … powerless.
As expected, they had come to seek protection after being frightened.
"Of course, we will think of ways to protect this star system." I waved my hand at him. "In fact, there are already three to four layers of defense in operation around the Mobrador star system. However, the rebel army has the ability to penetrate through these defenses. The attack on Planet Brown Earth today was a case in point. It is impossible for our protection to cover everything."
The middle-aged man did not seem to have expected such an answer from me. His face immediately revealed a shocked expression. Then, he looked helplessly at the Pope. The latter also stood up and said in disbelief, "Sage, could it be that your power also has …"
"Not our power," Sandora replied coldly. "The enemy's power is the same as ours. Hence, at times, the Imperial Army's protection is not omnipotent. When the enemy breaks through the defense line, you have to learn to save yourselves. The Imperial Army's protection of this star system is for military purposes. We will only preserve the strategic value of this place. In a situation where military power is insufficient, you have to think of ways to fill in the defense line yourself. "
Sandora was speaking the truth. Currently, the Avengers had the upper hand in all aspects. The Imperial Army couldn't even find a way to warn the enemy of their actions. Under such circumstances, no matter how many defense lines there were, they could only guarantee the safety of the main military bases. As for the few planets in Mobrador, unless we used our precious army to surround them, there was always the possibility of a surprise attack.
With our current military power, it was not worth it to waste a fleet to protect a few civilian planets. Those fleets were also responsible for supporting the battlefield in other parts of the galaxy.
However, the other party obviously didn't understand the situation. Under the brainwashing of the church, he had long gotten used to the idea that 'the Sage is omnipotent.' Praying was the most common behavior of the people of Mobrador when they encountered a crisis. They didn't have the concept of solving things themselves. Not to mention that this person had just seen the 'Sage's' super fleet with his own eyes. This made him full of confidence when he came here. Now, however, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
The other party showed a look of despair, as if he had been abandoned by his own beliefs. It was as if he had just heard a death sentence. This made Sandora and I frown. Just now, Sandora and I took turns to explain the situation clearly. It wasn't that the Imperial Army didn't want to protect this star system. It was just that our protection was not foolproof. All they had to do was to actively save themselves after the Avengers broke through the defense line. Did he not even dare to try such a thing?
Putting everything else aside, let's take the attack on Planet Brown Earth as an example. According to the information we received later, when the Avengers landed on the planet, they didn't carry out a large-scale bombardment. They were only searching for what they were looking for on the planet according to their plan. The Mobrador miners and civilians that were killed just happened to be in the direction they were heading. Under such circumstances, as long as there was a prestigious official organization that organized the civilians to take refuge as soon as possible, there wouldn't be tens of millions of deaths on this planet. However, no one organized it.
I noticed that Uncle Zagu threw me an awkward look. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the performance of this so-called leader. However, the command of the largest army in Mobrador was still in the hands of this Mediterranean man. He had no choice but to bear with the awkwardness and introduce this person to me.
Sandora glanced at the other government officials with a similarly gloomy expression. She stood up and left the reception room. Tykes, who had been chatting with Roland Gale in a corner of the room, suddenly stood up and shouted at the representatives of the coalition government, "You have already said all your nonsense. Stop wasting the Emperor's time."
It turned out that his impatient expression was because he had been listening to the government representatives' chatter for a long time.
"You don't have to be so pessimistic. The Imperial Army has no intention of giving up on this star system," I told the government representatives. "Your only mission is to organize the civilians to save themselves in times of crisis. The traitorous spaceships are not invincible. At least, with the technology that you have now, you should be able to evacuate a portion of the civilians when they attack, right? Then, you have to hold on until the Imperial Army arrives. We are in a state of war. Don't you have any common sense? "
I was stunned for a moment after I said that. Then, I shrugged helplessly. They really don't have any common sense. Mobrador hasn't had a group fight with more than ten people for over three hundred years.
Life is easy and the world is peaceful. There aren't even any fights. Where do you expect the government's army to get the experience of saving themselves in a war? Forget about saving themselves in a war, when their soldiers saw the Avenger spaceships descending from the sky, the only advantage they had over the civilians was that they ran much faster …
The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and muttered to himself in frustration, "That's impossible. It's impossible for us to fight against that kind of thing … Mobrador's army doesn't have any combat experience …"
"The Church's Knights can be of some use, but there aren't enough of them," the Holy Pope said. "Besides, we lack any weapons that can harm the traitorous spaceships other than the Blunderbuss of Condemnation. All of Mobrador's troops are cannon fodder in front of them. As for organizing the evacuation of the civilians, it doesn't require much combat power. It's a pity that the government's army can't even organize themselves. "
"Please protect us. We are all people who grew up under the blue light. You can't abandon your people, right?" The middle-aged man seized the opportunity to plead.
In all fairness, I was always willing to help the helpless when they asked for help. But this time, I felt a headache for some reason.
The weak needed sympathy, but what about the weak?
I felt that I wasn't just facing a flock of lambs, but a flock of lambs that were too lazy to even run away. When faced with danger, not only would they resist, they would even wait for the Shepherd to carry them away. This was the first time I had seen someone pleading for protection so righteously. Furthermore, it was coming from the mouth of the highest ruler of a civilization, even though he was just a puppet.
The Holy Pope was the one with the real power in Mobrador. However, he had sent this person to us for another purpose. He wanted to tell us one thing: Anyway, our civilization has been turned into a pile by me. You can do whatever you want with it.
I opened my mouth, but I realized that I didn't know how to make this man, who theoretically controlled the largest army in Mobrador (in theory), gain some confidence. I didn't need him to do much. I just needed him to think of a way to organize the civilians to seek refuge when they were attacked by the Avengers. This required a large number of soldiers. The Church's army definitely didn't have enough, and the Imperial Army didn't have the time to do so. But the other party couldn't even complete this simple task. How should I start? Am I supposed to go back to Earth and look for a village entrepreneur … I don't think it's suitable either.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to say a few words."
Old Roland Gale suddenly stood up and walked in front of me.
I didn't know what this old man wanted, but I still nodded. "Do as you please. You don't have to be so courteous in front of me."
Roland Gale bowed slightly. Then, he turned around and stood in front of the Mobrador government representatives. The latter looked at the old man with mottled white hair in a well-ironed military uniform. They didn't know what this unidentified old man wanted, but they couldn't help but shrink their necks.
"Stand up." Roland Gale looked at the bald man and said in a deep voice. The other party was stunned and subconsciously stood up from the sofa.
The old lion from the civilization community looked at the other party's evasive eyes. Suddenly, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you know how to resist an enemy stronger than you?"
What he got in response was a submissive expression and a moment of silence.
Just when I thought I was about to start a lecture on the history of the resistance against the Shepherds in the cage, Roland Gale suddenly made a move that surprised everyone. He twisted his body and threw a left hook at the Mobrador leader in front of him, knocking him to the ground.
"Bang!" The muffled sound of a fist hitting fat was very clear at that moment. Then, the fat Mobrador leader fell to the ground in a flurry of movement. My eyes widened in shock. On the other side, Tykes and Zagu whistled in unison. Then, the two of them looked at each other. People who dared to pick their feet in front of the Emperor of the Empire usually had a common topic, which was about moral integrity.
It took the government representatives a few seconds to react. The first thing they did was to help the leader, who was not very agile, up. Then they found that the leader had been knocked unconscious. They looked at each other in shock. Roland Gail looked like an old man who was a fist bigger than their parents, but who knew that the old man's left hook was actually on the level of Tyson?
The few government representatives looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Roland Gale casually pointed at a black-haired man in a high-ranking military uniform. "I have knocked out your leader. Now, you can fight back."
No one expected the old man to be so extreme. I don't think the author expected it either. So, everyone was a little slow to react, especially the government representatives. A few seconds after Roland Gale's voice trailed off, the black-haired man who was pointed at stood up innocently. He looked at his colleagues for help, but all he got was the back of their heads. Everyone was trying their best to bury their faces in their pants.
Looking at this scene, I no longer had any expectations for this so-called coalition government.
They were indeed carefully selected by the Holy Pope. The weakest and most obedient group of people in the entire Mobrador Civilization had formed this group. Their only task was to sign their attendance sheets and appear on the television every Sunday according to the pope's request, leading the people to sing hymns together. Other than their high pitch and lung capacity, these people had no other talents. Furthermore, they had all developed the habit of not resisting, which was more thorough than any kind of brainwashing.
That was all Roland Gale wanted to say.
He patted the shoulder of the black-haired man who looked innocent and said calmly, as though he was stating a fact, "You don't deserve the stable life you have now. You don't deserve to wear these clothes either."
"Your Majesty, that's all I have to say."
Roland Gale shrugged and returned to his seat. I looked at him and could only smile helplessly. This old lion!
It seemed that the Mobrador coalition government was in shambles, and their leaders were the worst of them all. Perhaps the government army under them could still be of some use, but it was obviously impossible for the few people in front of me to continue being leaders.
"You should be very experienced in taking over their work in such a situation." I nodded at the Holy Pope. "You can be considered an exception. Continue doing what you're good at. Think of a way to trick the civilians and the army into escaping."
The Pope knew that his little scheme had been seen through, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He nodded and promised sincerely, "If we can survive this disaster, I will think of a way to reorganize them."
I called a few Empire soldiers over and asked them to send the dejected government representatives back to their residential area. Then, I nodded at the Pope and his entourage. "Is there anything else? I don't think you came here today just to disgust me with this bunch of weirdos."
Zaku replied. He looked just like how he used to be when he was a lowly worker. He leaned against his seat lazily with one hand in his hair. "I want to see Miriya first."
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