After the atmospheric projection in the sky disappeared, the people in the Mo Le region fell into a state of polarization.
After seeing the wreckage of the Imperial Capital, a portion of the people fell into a state of panic and fear. They could not wait to go back, eager to find out if the scenes in the images were real or not.
Another portion of the people fell into a state of complete frenzy. The Imperial Capital was destroyed, the Emperor was completely suppressed, and the two Emperors appeared, but they were still suppressed by the other party.
These scenes caused their outlook on life and values to collapse completely. Therefore, they vented their anger and fear on the Mo Le region and the natives before them.
A large number of natives and civilians were massacred, and the entire Mo Le region was shrouded in countless flames. Robberies, murders, and all sorts of crimes emerged one after another.
In the suburbs, although Sun Feibai was blind, he was still looking at the scene in the sky.
"Is it over?"
"They didn't come out." Zhou Yuting said, "They flew away in the end. They should have been defeated somewhere else." Her tone was filled with a sense of loss. It was as if she still felt that the astonishing battle she had just seen was unreal.
She felt as if what she had seen was an illusion.
The Yama Saint sighed, "It seems that they're really gone." In order to be able to watch the intense battle that was to come, he had waited for a long time on the ground. However, it was a pity that the live broadcast did not continue.
"It's a pity that I don't have the means to move over long distances at super high speeds. Otherwise, even if I don't participate in the battle, it would be good to go and watch."
Just then, the sounds of horse hooves rang out in the distance. Several hundred people from the Empire, who were riding warhorses and wearing white masks and holding rifles, charged in their direction. There was a violent aura in the air, and all sorts of contemptuous curses could be heard.
"Hmph." The Yama Saint threw a glance at this group of people. His mood, which had been affected by the fact that he was unable to watch the final battle, became even worse.
There were already countless people moving behind him. They were all the martial arts dharmakayas that he had collected over the years. There were even a few of them that had condensed into physical forms. They were clearly the powers of Void Refinement Realm experts.
However, just as he was about to make a move, a voice rang out from the broadcast in the entire Mo Le region, be it inside or outside the city, in villages or small towns.
These broadcasts were originally created by the Empire to broadcast all sorts of political programs, to domesticate the natives of the New World, and sometimes to command the Empire's army. However, they were now broadcasting news that was enough to make all the people of the Empire feel defeated.
"… Declaration of the Final Battle …"
"… The frequent killing of innocents and the tragic consequences are truly hard to predict. If we continue to fight, not only will it lead to the destruction of our race, but it will also destroy human civilization … "
"… Thinking of the subjects of the Empire who died on the battlefield, who died in the line of duty, and who died of unnatural causes and their families, their internal organs are torn apart. As for the people who were wounded in the war, suffered from the war, and lost their livelihood …"
On the streets, the people from the Empire raised their heads, their eyes filled with disbelief. "What's going on? Where is this broadcast coming from? "
"What does the declaration of war mean? What kind of joke was this? Who put this thing here? "
Inside the City Lord Manor, it was a scene of mourning. Countless soldiers and officials had hanged themselves and committed suicide. Countless old people had wept bitterly and some had even fainted.
However, the broadcast continued. Not only Mo Le, but all parts of the Empire in the New World, the Central Plains, and Europe received the Emperor's order to broadcast this final declaration.
"Surrender unconditionally?"
"Why? We haven't lost yet! "
"I don't believe it. This is a conspiracy by the people of Da Qi State."
On the streets, countless people from the Empire ran out in a frenzy, shouting, wailing, and crying loudly. Although the content of the declaration was literary and the words were vague, anyone with a little common sense would understand that this was an unconditional surrender to the major forces of the New World and the Central Plains.
Coupled with the scene shown by the atmospheric projection, the people of the Empire, who had always been high and mighty, fell from the clouds.
On the contrary, the indigenous people of Da Qi State all cheered and ran into the streets in high spirits.
In front of the Holy Son of Hell, the cavalry that had been aggressive just a moment ago was immediately defeated. The few cars that had followed behind them also crashed into the trees on the side of the road.
Looking at the people of the Empire who were shouting crazily in front of him, some of them knelt on the ground, and some of them hit anyone they saw.
"I see." Compared to the current situation, the Holy Son of Hell was thinking more about the inside story of the Empire's surrender.
"Is the result of the decisive battle already out? He can actually defeat the Emperor and even make him admit defeat. "The Holy Son of Hell showed a mysterious smile." Is it Zuo Zhicheng? "
"What?" Fei Bai turned around and asked, "What did you say?"
The Holy Son of Hell glanced at him and said lightly, "According to the information I collected from the higher-ups of Da Qi State, Zuo Zhicheng has shown the ability to continuously transform and change his appearance to increase his combat power.
I'm just guessing that the guy who fought the Emperor this time might be Zuo Zhicheng. "
As he spoke, the Holy Son of Hell shook his head and looked at the people of the Empire who were like stray dogs. He had already lost interest in them and was too lazy to kill them. He directly left with Barry, who was beside him.
Fei Bai was obviously still immersed in the Holy Son of Hell's speculation.
'One person, one person suppressed the entire empire …' For some reason, after hearing this news, Fei Bai didn't feel happy at all, because this made his previous behavior extremely ridiculous.
Zhou Yuting said excitedly, "Fei Bai, did you hear that? It might be …"
"Stop talking." Fei Bai pushed Zhou Yuting away. Even though he could not see anything, he still walked out angrily.
…
A few days later, Zuo Qingcang appeared in Mo Le City again. At this time, all the people and troops of the Empire in the New World were evacuating. With Atlantis as the main force, a coalition government with the Newman, Khantes, Western Yin, Eastern Mu, and dozens of other ethnic groups was beginning to take shape.
Zuo Qingcang stood on the tallest building in Mo Le City, the central building that was 12 stories high. He looked at the busy scene in the entire city. Whether it was the streets or the alleys, there was a happy atmosphere everywhere.
Behind Zuo Qingcang was the Pale-White Imperial Guard's Lin Lecheng. This man, who had been staying in Mole all this while, was half-kneeling behind Zuo Qingcang. He looked at Zuo Qingcang's back view agitatedly.
In the end, he could not help but ask, "Sir, what happened in the Empire, was it … was it you?"
"Ah? … Yes. "Zuo Qingcang collected his thoughts and nodded," What's the situation now? "
"It's a mess." Lin Lecheng smiled and said, "The New World is too big. There are still many places that have not received the news yet. The coalition government has just been established, and now there are many things waiting to be done. Everything has to be done from scratch. However, everyone hopes that you can stand up and lead us."
"Then let's have a meeting."
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