"You can do it, Elder Stone, of course I can do it."
Ye Qingxuan answered calmly.
It was as if he was describing something that was taken for granted, predicting the future to them, but his tone was neither proud nor impassioned, but just naturally cold:
"As long as we accelerate industrial reform first and take out the Stirling External Combustion Engine II that was sealed by the Royal Research Institute, we can restart the abandoned 'industrial revolution'. Productivity will then be fully improved, and the Lordship System will be reopened at the same time. I will Promote a new generation of businessmen and factory owners into the aristocracy, and eliminate the old aristocracy that clings to territory and population. A large number of people will lose their land and choose to work in factories. Within two years, excess productivity will There will be no place to consume, and high tax rates will be imposed on the lower-class civilians through upper-level policies, and the milk will be poured into the Thames River because it cannot be sold. The merchant aristocrats who long for a higher status and the transformed and impoverished civilian class They will begin to crave new lands and markets, as well as more opportunities to get rich and ways to rise, forcing the country to invade, develop, and find new capital... By then, the 'Eastern Expedition' will be a matter of course."
Looking at the stunned old people, Ye Qingxuan's face was expressionless, but it looked like a monster finally showing its teeth, showing its ferocity in the darkness.
"I can do it, Elder Stone. This kind of thing is too simple. If you just want this, I will do it better than anyone else."
He stood up slowly and faced those astonished eyes. He lowered his head, looked down at the old man in the cable, and told him: "Not only that, I will use saving the world as an excuse to gain more power." , using the Eastern Expedition as an excuse, they sent a steady stream of people to the battlefield, and used war to plunder more and more power... "
In the silence, there was only the sound of the old people breathing heavily.
It was the ecstasy when the enthusiasm for war was ignited in the chest and embarked on the road to a beautiful dream.
And...a trace of shock that couldn't be concealed.
Just like a mortal raising his head and looking up at the huge shadow covering the sky, indescribable awe arose in his heart.
In the silence, there was a noisy sound coming from a distant place.
A sudden bell rang from the top of the fortress, sharp and high-pitched, like the shrill scream of a crow, signaling the arrival of something ominous.
In the dark sea outside the window, the flames danced restlessly, illuminating the shadows emerging from the sea, one after another, hundreds or thousands, they came with the waves.
It seems endless.
There was a faint smell of stench in the wind.
The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door. Carol half-knelt outside the door, pushed open a gap, and reported: "The ocean currents are speeding up. They are here ahead of time. Please follow me to the underground shelter."
There was silence, no one responded.
Amidst the gradually rising neighing sound, Shi Dong lowered his head in thought, like a stone statue.
Only the monotonous sound of life-support equipment echoed in the room.
A long time, a long time.
"What exactly do you want, Ye Qingxuan?"
The old man slowly raised his head, stared into the young man's eyes, looked at his face again, and redefined what he saw in front of him.
He asked, "If this is all to you, then what are you planning?"
"Of course it's for 'power', Elder Stone."
Ye Qingxuan answered calmly, without any concealment, "I want to gain power, and gain the power that everyone will look up to me. If Angelo can give me power, I will save Angelo. If the person standing in front of me is Saint city, then I will declare war on the cult. I want to change the world, and no one can stop me. The eastern expedition to expand the territory is just a small part of the plan for me. No matter how glorious the death is, rebuilding the new Whether it is the inquisition or the sacred Eastern Crusade, I will give it to you. Please be loyal to me, elder."
The white-haired young man looked at him and told him:
"—I have more things that can change the world!"
In silence, Stone stared into his eyes.
The pair of turbid pupils turned red, and an inhuman aura rose from the decaying body. The fatigue and sleepiness disappeared, replaced by an iron-like glow.
Like a dying evil ghost, he opened his eyes and stared at the person in front of him. His eyes were like a hot sword, trying to tear apart all pretense and cowardice, distinguish between truth and falsehood, and pierce through lies.
But he couldn't see anything.
In those dark eyes, there seemed to be a huge wind tunnel, quiet and deep, continuously swallowing all the suffering into it, never to return.
"It's like returning to the ruins."
Shi Dong raised his hand, wanting to touch those eyes, but he was in awe and did not dare to offend. For a long time, he held up the holy belt in his hand towards Ye Qingxuan, like holding a heavy crown.
He said, "Please lower your head."
Ye Qingxuan bent down, half-kneeling on the ground, and allowed him to put the solemn holy belt on his shoulders.
This time, the dark golden scriptures on the holy belt were no longer silent. It was as if the souls in them had been awakened from a long sleep, and glowed with the radiance of the scorching sun, burning hotly.
Ye Qingxuan stood up and looked at the sacred belt on his shoulders, and then heard a uniform voice.
That's when all the old people took a step forward at the same time. They half-knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, paid homage, and offered their loyalty without any hesitation.
The sound of drawing a sword sounded.
On the iron chair, Shi Dong reached out and pulled out the rusty sword from the hidden compartment.
The heavy sword that had been sealed in the darkness for a long time trembled, burst out with dragon roars, and shook off the rust and dust.
The mottled cracks and gaps cannot conceal the terrifying sharpness, which has its own majesty.
In the ignited night outside the window and the increasingly scorching night wind, the thin old man propped up his body, dragging countless cables and electric shocks forward.
Facing Ye Qingxuan, he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and presented his sword to Ye Qingxuan.
"The war is about to begin."
Stone prayed softly: "Please bless us, Your Majesty the Grand Inquisitor."
Ye Qingxuan tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and lifted it up, only to hear a hallucinatory roar, and an overwhelming roar suddenly came from the quiet room.
It was the sonorous sound of countless armors rubbing against each other. The invisible souls seemed to have returned in the form of a legion, entrusting their last obsessions and remaining souls to the sword.
As a result, the hilt of the sword was as hot as burning iron.
Immediately afterwards, the sword spine rested on Shi Dong's shoulder.
Ye Qingxuan looked down at him and read God's will to him:
“Blessed is the man who does not follow the counsel of the wicked, does not stand in the way of sinners, does not sit in the seat of the scornful, but delights in the law of righteousness, meditating on it day and night, and to him shall be glory.”
"All earthly glory belongs to you, Your Excellency."
The old men responded in unison with hoarse voices.
Ye Qingxuan helped Shi Dong up from the ground and returned his sword to him. Shi Dong used his sword as a staff to support his body.
The attendants in linen clothes walked in from the side door, quickly removed his cumbersome robes, put on his steel skeleton, unplugged the cables, and re-wedged the new machinery into his body.
Soon, Stone's thin body was covered with layers of steel. Heart rate monitor, blood pump, fluid balance system, spinal syringe, intracranial oxygen supply system, and finally, a mask made of cold steel.
Oxygen that smelled like engine oil poured into his lungs, making the dying fire in his lungs burn vigorously again.
"Please watch with me."
Shi Dong inserted the sword into the scabbard on his waist, controlled the steel skeleton to move forward, and guided Ye Qingxuan: "Let me show you the way of war with the Witch's Hammer."
Ye Qingxuan walked at the front and smiled:
"Then, I'll wait and see."