King-Chapter 1452 - 11: Prelude to a New Era

The contract was completed, and Alix’s face changed dramatically in an instant.

If his spiritual power was a small drop of water, then what he was facing now was a vast ocean.

The small drop merging into the ocean could only be assimilated, and breaking free from its binds was purely a dream.

"I fell into a trap!"

Such enormous spiritual power is absolutely not something an ordinary person could possess. Even the strongest in the Angel World do not have such vast spiritual power.

His intuition told him that this was not Hudson’s spiritual ocean.

If there really was such strong spiritual power, a single spiritual attack could turn an entire Angel Legion into idiots, there would be no need to go through the trouble of reclaiming them.

What’s worse is that the binding strength of the contract is also far stronger than ordinary contracts.

With a typical contract, as long as the bound party was willing to risk their life, they could still resist somewhat.

In the current situation, just thinking about betrayal would immediately cause excruciating pain.

Probably before even actual implementation, the contract’s backlash could take their life in advance.

Hudson naturally understood all of this. If he wasn’t confident in controlling these guys, he wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble.

After feeding them for so many years, most of the wealth he earned became nourishment for the Mysterious Compass, so it wasn’t in vain.

Once the Fallen Angels’ signing was complete, Hudson glanced at the demons in the dungeon, then turned to Tom and instructed:

"Notify several major academies to send strongmen to collect people!"

A deterrent force to do dirty work, just one is sufficient. If he takes in too many underlings, he’s afraid he would be constantly blamed every day.

Compared to the common undead creatures and Abyssal Demons, Fallen Angels are much rarer in number.

And these Fallen Angels, each is naturally proud; even he could only deceive them, with little chance of being subjugated by others.

Framing and entrapping them would not be easy.

Frankly speaking, as a Holy Knight of the Northern Church, Hudson shouldn’t be involved with these heretical creatures.

Associating with Fallen Angels, if news spread, would have a huge impact on his reputation, but the world isn’t just black and white.

In name, these Fallen Angels are all Master Hudson’s magical materials.

Continental’s number one Magic Potion Master + a Sanctuary Powerhouse on the surface; it’s understandable to play a bit differently.

If you don’t understand, it just means your realm is not high enough; Master Hudson has no obligation to explain to fools.

In fact, this is also an experiment, but not a magic experiment, rather an exploration of the world’s origins.

In Hudson’s view, if angels can fall, naturally they can also be redeemed.

Exactly how to operate requires research, but he always believes light and darkness can coexist.

If successful, then these Fallen Angels can completely transform back into Holy Angels.

Before completing redemption, these Fallen Angels will not appear in front of people.

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On the Mount of Light, secret negotiations commenced, but the feedback received caused the clergy’s high officials to bitterly lament in private.

The Alpha Kingdom and the Frank Empire are both tough nuts to crack; imagining that a compensation payment would send off these two "heresies" was just a beautiful dream.

Compared to compensation, they clearly prefer to do it themselves.

The demands of both countries are very simple: pack up the population and treasures within their controlled areas and send them off, while also giving the clergy a repatriation fee.

"How much population is there in their controlled areas?"

"I want the most accurate numbers, not the local reports!"

Shelter VII asked sternly.

Concealing populations is a common issue for all forces on the continent, and the clergy is no exception.

Even without them saying, just the paper statistics, Shelter VII could figure it out.

After all, for the past few hundred years, the population of the Papal State has never changed.

It was as if they received a Divine Spirit’s blessing, whether in years of disaster or prosperity, the population remained consistently the same.

This sensitive issue had never been mentioned, nor had there been specialized statistics.

The hall fell completely silent for a time, making Shelter VII feel very awkward.

Perhaps realizing the inappropriateness, Archbishop Montson spoke up: "Your Majesty, due to the chaos of war, there is significant population mobility. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

The original statistical data is severely outdated now.

However, we can roughly estimate that within the control areas of both countries, the population definitely exceeds ten million!"

Political terminology can be quite profound. It seems Archbishop Montson answered, but in reality, he said nothing.

Statistical delays are purely an excuse.

During the serfdom era, people had no thoughts of running away.

According to the human race’s civil war conventions, serfs are typically not involved, and even if there was defeat, it was the Lord who was robbed.

Serfs are so poor they aren’t even considered their own, what could be taken from them?

Even if they were taken, it would just mean becoming serfs in another place, life continuing as normal.

Those needing to evade the chaos are ones with something to lose.

Finding an excuse is better than having no explanation, at least it alleviates awkwardness.

Population exceeding ten million is just a speculative number, directly increased by fifty percent compared to statistical data.

The actual data is certainly higher than this.

Everyone has a lot of experience in this regard, knowing the concealed population is far more than reported.

An error of several million, ten million, or even more is possible.

"Hmm!"

"What do you think about the conditions proposed by these two countries?"

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