Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 850 - 729: The War of Independence and the Buzzing
In that radiant golden light, unknown, unseen, and unheard by mortals.
Billions of devout voices intertwined to form a grand hymn:
"Holy, holy! Almighty God!
Angel of Prosperity, Master of Gold, Ruler of Capital...
At dawn, our songs soar through the clouds to the sacred land; 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Holy, holy! Compassionate and almighty,
Glory and majesty, all in one being;
Holy, holy! All saints revere,
Crowned with golden crowns, encircling the Crystal Sea Shore;
Thousands of celestial beings bow, singing in unison the name of the Main God..."
Clink clink...
Coins, gold bottles, gold watches, crowns, swords, necklaces, rings, bracelets... leaped from the divine light and piled into a dazzling throne more than five meters high in the sky.
Then, a towering figure as magnificent as the sky stepped forth and slowly sat upon the throne made of gold. He was robed in pure white, with three pairs of wings behind him seemingly cast in pure gold, surrounded by rings of golden divine light, luxurious and imposing.
A form far taller than the average human, every inch of detail in the perfect golden ratio. Yet even angels could hardly see his true visage, only those eyes like molten gold spheres in the bright light.
"You... you..."
At this moment, the "Magma Angel" Sute, who was about to erupt like a volcano upon seeing his idol desecrated, struggled to lift his head. Yet he found that not only his voice but even his demigod-level body trembled slightly.
Facing this presence was like facing his own Main God, a completely different level of great power!
In this world.
A True God, as a being that surpasses humanity in power, wisdom, form, personality, thought, perception, even the dimensions they reside in, had forms that humans could not observe, words that humans could not understand, thoughts that humans could not comprehend...
And they could never truly descend into the Material World, where the pinnacle always comprises demigods and angels, who possess both divinity and human nature.
The True God is constituted by both the "concealed" Taiyi and the "manifest" Taiyi.
The concealed "Taiyi" means "single, unique, without boundary, without distinction, an integral whole," there is only one, representing the essence and transcendence of God; the manifest "Taiyi" can be multiple, interpreted as "angels."
Angels, as the bridge and medium between True Gods and humans, mainly originate from two sources:
Firstly, the "Outer Path Gods" conquered during divine wars in other civilizations or regions; secondly, as a minor manifestation of the Supreme God’s facet, embodying a certain trait of a True God, with diminished personality and independent identity.
Without a doubt.
This unfamiliar angel bearing new power belongs to the manifestation of a part of the "God of Black Wings," governing the capital divine position — the "Angel of Prosperity."
Why did the "Eye of Wealth," which had secretly controlled this nation, decide not to be circumspect anymore and chose to rebound at this time?
Because with the concerted effort of many major capitalists in the "Eye of Wealth," the capital divine position of the "God of Black Wings" has completely coalesced!
High above.
The "Slaughter Angel" stood bent at one side, while the great being in the golden light gazed at the "Magma Angel" with interest, speaking in a voice like gold and stone, yet surprisingly gentle:
"Yes... Sute. Calm your anger, this time you indeed made a mistake.
In the Material World, commercial activities are the best way to accumulate wealth.
If we can find a way to enhance the economic circulation of the entire world, then all races can achieve further development and prosperity, bringing enduring happiness to the entire human society!
Whether God or human, efforts should be made to break down all barriers that hinder trade and social development, or else they will be completely overwhelmed by the surging tide. In Frisia, it is so; in Hilus, it is so. Do you think my philosophy is correct?"
Upon hearing the claim from an entity that should have been an Evil God, "Magma Angel" found his expression complicated, feeling absurdly extreme, yet at the same time having no rebuttal.
Besides the Kingdom of Frisia, which had only recently been incorporated into the Hilus Empire, the territory of Hilus itself, with scarcely any industry, was the place furthest removed from the floodlike beast known as "capital."
The original faith in Frisia was not the "Eternal Flame," and the "Eternal Flame" with its natural divine position was not sensitive to social change. The "Black Iron Cross Church," which most understood the truth, had no obligation to report to them.
"Magma Angel" Sute only now realized, having many negative divine positions and being the highest-ranking evil god in the Material World, the "God of Black Wings" had quietly completed a road change.
Is this the path of abandoning evil for good to become a True God?!
Standing beside the "Angel of Prosperity," Kshatriya’s wings with blood-red eyes rotated, a nameless voice sounding from the void: "In the past, Frisia did not belong to any of the Seven Gods. Now, it is the place favored by my God. ’To God what is God’s, to King what is King’s’ seems to be your new doctrine?"
"This..."
As a subordinate of an old True God, the confident Sute was not worried about this True God taking action against him, but the scene that shattered an angel’s worldview impacted him more strongly than realizing wolves worldwide no longer ate meat.
"I will convey your message to the God!"
When saying this, "Magma Angel" also deeply bowed, irrespective of his stance, this was a reverence for power.
That a True God personally descended to the Material World, Sute clearly realized the resolute determination of this great existence, and without further ado, quietly transformed into a crimson light, disappearing from the Material World.
Indeed.
Even without consulting the Main God, He knew that the Main God was unlikely to intervene in earthly conflicts of His own accord. Just as when King of Ilya, Henry II, was executed by the capitalists, the Gods did not intervene.
Instead, what concerned Him more was the profound impact of a True God’s path being altered.
At the same time.
At the foot of the Golden Throne, centered around Antwerp City.
The grand bankers and grand capitalists of the secret society "Eye of Wealth" had completed their assembly. Under their leadership, a demonstration against the empire’s oppression and in defense of the right to faith was rapidly evolving into an armed uprising.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Flintlock guns fired in rapid succession, with smoke filling the alleyways.
Led primarily by mercenaries, a large number of well-trained armed personnel began storming the Finance Department and Secret Council newly established by the Hilus Empire.
Their original plan was to gradually corrode the body of this nation through economic means.
Before it was even aware, all of Frisia’s banks had transformed from the bankers’ banks into the government’s government.
However, Philip II’s rule was too brutal.
Especially after the Battle of Dierben Castle, many saw the empire’s frailty; no one was willing to continue bleeding for this colossal empire that had been powerful for two hundred years and was now on the verge of decline.
Saint William Orange stood on the steps, raising his arm to shout at the supporters below:
"Building a nation is no accident; only through blood and fire can this country be reforged! A nation truly belonging to the capitalists! The ’God of Capital and Wealth’ is with us!"
Countless people echoed in unison:
"Gold Coins are with us!"
At this moment, blood was boiling; at this moment, it seemed as if the "God of Wealth" was the Divine King!
...
While the armed uprising of the Frisia Kingdom was in full swing, the New Continent’s "Broken Star Sea Coast Zone" in Huarez was still shrouded by the previous night’s darkness.
Centered around the capital, Huarez, this area was dotted with numerous estates and small towns, large and small.
The current managers were mainly personnel dispatched by the duchy and Hilus assignees who had performed well in Bess’s selection. More numerous, however, were nearly ten times that number of Azik Remnants and Anuma Slaves.
In a simple slave house, faint firelight still glowed as several Azik Remnants sat around discussing something. A middle-aged man who appeared to be in his thirties stirred the campfire and said to his companions:
"Today, the Shaman Wizards have already shown us their power. The faith of the great ’Father of Creation’ spreads across the East and West Coasts, unconfined by region, clearly representing the most exalted and powerful Totem God.
I’ve made up my mind not to wait for the High God Omedekutri to return and lead the Azik people out of suffering, but to become truly part of this nation, like the Hurons and Arawak people."
Hearing such words of abandoning traditional faith, none of the others refuted it, and the room fell silent.
Even at the peak of the Azik Empire, it was easily defeated by the Hilus People.
Through nearly a century of several generations’ assimilation, beyond the Chaotic Territory Kabral, wild Azik tribes retaining traditional culture and faith were already scarce.
Including themselves, they now spoke the Hilus language, and so-called faith was merely a stubborn tradition.
Since the new masters who defeated the old masters generously provided everyone with a path to rise, abandoning the Azik people’s Main God "High God Omedekutri" wasn’t so hard to accept.
Furthermore, after Marquis Duke took office, this became an issue not only of faith but also of reality.
Ninety years ago, Count Old Aimoer led his family’s private army and occupied the Far Sails Territory after defeating a strong remnant of the Azik Empire.
That piece of land, with its warm climate, fertile soil, and abundant water sources, was called "Tallahassee" in the Azik aboriginal language, meaning "land of blooming flowers." Within the now-integrated aboriginal population of Far Sails Territory, a significant portion were former Azik Remnants.
Moreover, the Aimoer family maintained a smuggling relationship with the New Hilus Vice-Kingdom for many years, making them most familiar with this region.
Apart from the identity of being Aiven’s old father-in-law, Marquis Duke was indeed the best candidate to manage the "Broken Star Sea Coast Zone," knowing what the people here truly wanted.
Upon taking office, he enacted corresponding national integration policies, not using knives and guns to forcibly demand their assimilation.
Instead, he divided all the conquerors, including the Hilus People, Atrean People, and Anuma People, into different classes, with each class receiving different treatment and social status.
Out of a desire to live better than before, better than their peers, and even better than their former masters, they naturally scramble to climb up according to the promotion rules set by the duchy.
Until they are shaped into qualified citizens the duchy needs—obedient to the government, reverent of the Deities and nature, diligent and frugal.
Such is human nature!
"I...I want to assimilate too; I want my sister to have a good life, not to end up like our parents who didn’t even reach thirty-five..."
"Me too; Gods who are of no use can stay eternally silent. For a hundred years, we’ve suffered enough!"
"..."
However.
Bzz bzz bzz...
Following the indistinct buzzing of flies under the night, this estate suddenly fell into dead silence. After a long time, the firelight lit up again, as if everything was back to normal.
And in the distance, one, two... dozens of estates were the same.
