MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1948 76. Kai Gundam has always been a tradition of promotion to the fortress

   Chapter 1948 76. Kai Gundam has always been a tradition of promotion to the fortress

The promotion fortress under the rule of the eldest daughter is undoubtedly the most gorgeous and beautiful place in the shadow kingdom of the dead world, just in terms of appearance. The descriptions of "heaven" in various religious books, as well as the Angels of Grian who were shaped by her.

In addition to the strange blue skin, the holy wings that these angels have grown and their handsome, slender appearance, as well as the rather sacred and religious weapons and armor that have been shaped in both appearance and details , which all reflect the expectations of the eldest daughter, Gristia, for her own field.

She really hopes that the promotion fortress will become the perfect home for the souls of the good, and the promotion laws she formulates are based on this point. Shengjie represents the five virtues and also executes the eldest daughter's rule over the promotion fortress with a rather harsh attitude.

   An idealized leader plus a group of managers who are committed to their duties but rarely flexible, and then a group of "pure" Ascendants who are shaped by forgetting the past and the self to serve the system.

  Black didn't have to come to this place himself to guess how rigid and dogmatic this land of the dead was.

   This may be a pretty and really mind-purifying place, but it’s also definitely a frenetic, boring, and empty place.

   It binds the detached soul not with violence but with the glory and hope of "promotion", and it is not fun and meaningful to revolve the entire kingdom around this theme.

If the soul of a good person in the material world knows that he has done good deeds in his life and is far away from the temptation of evil, but will come to such a place after death, and will have to undergo a promotion that is inhumane even in the eyes of the evil god, then take Black’s evil thoughts to The conclusion is that the crime rate in the material world will definitely increase a lot.

   "Looking for a beautiful goal but using the wrong method, and wishful thinking that her rules are perfect, never willing to listen to the thoughts and opinions of the souls who are tortured by the rules she made.

   This is the eldest daughter, Gristia.

   She may indeed be kind and benevolent, but she is really not a qualified leader, let alone excellent. You know, it's like the kind of "second generation of gods" of noble birth.

   I admit she does want to do something good.

   But her ignorance and wishful thinking make her help to souls a disaster in itself.

   I'd rather be a Gladiator in Maldraxxus or a Mud Servant in Revendres when I die than this empty ornate fortress of promotion."

   On the platform of the Floating City of Creation, under the protection of layers of structures, Lord Heretic God and his servants are looking down from a high altitude.

   He expressed his views on the promotion of the fortress and the eldest daughter to General Draven and Lady Moonberry next to him. The two commanders from other countries did not comment on this.

   They don't really understand the rules of the promotion fortress, but from what they have seen so far, they are more inclined to think that Black's mean evaluation may have some truth.

   "Please don't be so optimistic, my evil god."

   Hearing Black's rant, General Draven pouted, and the stone-born general, who became more active, whispered:

   "Based on what you're doing now, I don't think you'll have the chance to go to Ravinders or Maldraxus after you die. The maw is your eternal home."

   "But I think Maw is actually too conservative."

   Lady Moonberry was playing with pirate blindfolds on her eyes, and whispered:

"If the firstborns knew that the world of the material world would degenerate to this level, they might build it overnight, and create a 'purgatory' or something under the maw for such a mighty and evil soul as Lord Black. Make a nest."

   "Hey, it's almost there."

  Cthulhu grabbed a bottle of wine, bit the stopper and took a sip, complaining:

   "You can't make such bad jokes with me just because I'm nice to people, and you've seen with your own eyes how I deal with guys who annoy me.

  Trust me, you guys wouldn't want to taste the wrath of a demon, I mean, why don't you be a circus clown if you're so squeamish?

   These rants about myself should be what I said, bastard! "

   Black grumbled a few words.

   He glanced down.

   In the temple fortresses of the loyal Saint Jay, Lady Devos, flapping her black wings, was preaching to her loyal hands and followers the idea of ​​the Forsworn just like a sermon.

   But the Forsaken have no idea at all.

   At least not before they met Blake Shaw, it was just a group of confused marginalized people who were rejected by the promotion fortress.

   But after the kind and generous Cthulhu Lord spent about ten minutes strategizing and summarizing, the Forsworn finally came up with their own program of action.

   "The road to promotion has terrible flaws. The eldest daughter is using her rules to shape bright but brainless servants in batches. The magnificent promotion fortress has decayed under the gorgeous coat.

   We need to take back the initiative and choice of the soul, my brothers and sisters!

  We need to open our eyes and find our own thinking instead of ruling our own life according to the will of the eldest daughter. "

  In front of the big platform of the loyal fortress, which had been breached by a third of the Sharp Eyes Chamber of Secrets and was full of rubble, Ms. Devos, holding a fallen spear, was suspended in front of her followers.

   She called in an emotional voice:

   "We should believe that we are not coming to this kingdom just by crossing the veil of life and death just to be believers dominated by fanaticism!

  We have our own feelings when we are alive. Our past determines our present. We should have the right to enjoy life after death, instead of being forced to participate in the promotion path that wipes out our emotions.

   We can take the oath to become the Ascended, we are willing to devote our strength to the promotion of the Bastion and the order of the Shadow Realm, but that should not be compulsory!

   At least, we should be able to decide for ourselves whether to forget our past and become a blank sheet of paper for anyone to draw on.

   This is our appeal and the reason we fight for it.

   We are not trying to overthrow the eldest daughter's rule over the promotion fortress, but we cannot allow this cruel selection and promotion to continue! "

   DeVos flapped her jet-black wings and shouted to the Greens in front of her:

   "I'm going to take you to the promotion fortress now, and ask the honorable eldest daughter to tell our prayers. If she treats souls as kindly as she claims, then I believe she will be willing to accept our advice."

   In the sky behind DeVos, the summoned sworn black angels were very excited, and they had just learned from the forerunners the ultimate answer to the question they had been worrying about.

  A noble person with supreme wisdom just told them that it is not their fault that they are unwilling to forget the past and give up promotion, but that there is a problem with the concept of the promotion fortress.

   They came to the promotion fortress to pursue the detachment and peace of the soul, but it is not the only way of "promotion".

The Forsworn who finally got the answer quickly united around Ms. DeVos, no matter what the choice of the loyal fortress grins in front of them, the fallen ones who are outside the mainstream of the promotion fortress will definitely Follow DeVos to the death to claim the power they deserve from the eldest daughter.

   "Wow! Look at those wings! It's like being infected."

On the edge of the platform of the Floating City of Creation, the sharp-eyed fairy elder, Lord Moonberry, let out an exclamation. She saw that many of the angels of Greene beside DeVos had their wings changed from holy white to corrupted pitch black. .

   This seems to represent the incredible effect of DeVos' sermons.

   But General Delevingne just turned his head and glanced at Lord Cthulhu, General Stoneborn keenly found that the left hand of Cthulhu behind his back was beating slightly like playing music.

   Sure enough!

   What is the real miracle in front of me? It's just that Lord Black is "walking forward".

   "Brother! The counterattack of the promotion fortress has arrived, and Kargath has sent back the news that a huge army of Grian Centaurs is marching towards your loyal fortress area.

   They were led by Saint Jesenius, the Wisdom of Grin. "

  While Blake was admiring the scene of the Fallen Day of the Forsworn that he directed, a slender undead structure who was good at using psychic magic stepped forward.

   It stretched out its grotesquely twisted third arm, allowing the power of psychic magic to project an image of Fenna, the Queen of Creation, in its fingers.

  She will still be sitting in the Temple of Courage and directing the sewing masters to make a new structure army. In the video communication, Fenna reminded Blake with a serious expression:

   "The scouts of Kargath found that the Grians not only activated the Winged Arbiters for high-altitude sneak attacks and the Goliath giants to attack the fortress, but also used their most powerful weapons of war.

   A colossus of the Eternal Defender named 'Herax' is advancing with the army, and you should be able to see it easily from your current position.

   That thing was huge, almost the biggest thing a shadowy creature could ever make, and it reminded me of the scorched behemoth lords that the Warden created in his maw.

The psychic veterans who once fought with the anima colossus that promoted the fort told me that the colossus of the eternal guardian uses concentrated anima as energy, which can not only drive the colossus to launch destructive melee attacks, but also reload the anima. Cannons can also easily shoot down our floating city.

   Once the Glyons activate the Eternal Colossus at the same time, our troops at the Fortress of Loyalty may be at risk of defeat, but I know they will certainly not be able to help you.

  I also don't want to see my floating city become a burning ruin across the sky"

"I understand what you mean."

   Evil God curled his lips and said:

   "Just let me dismantle the robot by hand when necessary? But I don't really want to do it myself today, because I don't think you psychic lords can afford to hire me."

   "But that's a stupid giant bipedal robot, brother!"

  Finner winked at Blake in the video and said:

   "I remember you told me more than once, that kind of stupid bipedal robot is the dream of all boys, who can refuse two big toys that come to the door?

   Azeroth's engineering level can't make you the kind of big darling you want, but now the generous Glyns have delivered them.

  You can't say no more.

so!

  You are only responsible for dealing with the Eternal Colossus, and leave the rest to the warriors of the Secret Academy of Creation and the Secret Academy of Sharp Eyes. If they can't even deal with the ordinary Centenarian Legion, then we will recognize this shameful failure.

  Also, Lao Hou has personally led the team to attack the Temple of Humble, and the Marquis of Withering took the initiative to invite her pharmacists to set up a plague front line in the Temple of Purity and the Eternal Forecourt.

  If all goes well, tomorrow afternoon we will be able to attack the Ascension Tower of Bliss Castle where the eldest daughter is located.

I know you're tired of playing this siege war game with the Eternals again, and I promise you, brother, you'll soon be able to get the last mark that will open the way to the Tomb of the First Nativity. Passage, obtain the eternal container for Maiev, completely solve the mess in the shadow world, and then take us to travel with us on the star sea.

   This rounding up is the last battle. "

   "emmmm, I don't know if your other abilities have improved since you became the Queen of Creation, but the strength of this painting cake is really rising."

  Blake glanced strangely at Fina in the communication video, he rubbed his chin, and said with a bit of pride and smugness:

   "It seems that I have taught you really well, and I dare to start promising the future to the evil god. Okay, I will stay here to receive the big toys sent by the Greens, but you'd better urge Laohou.

  It would be too long for me to wait until tomorrow afternoon.

   Does a mere promotion fortress need Maldraxxus with all his troops to waste three days? With such a speed, it is also worthy of the self-proclaimed sword of the master?

   Tomorrow morning!

  When the first ray of sunshine rises in the sky palace of Elysium Castle after the long dark night, I want to see the eldest daughter Gristia! This empty, boring, weak earth isn't worth my time any more. "

   "Well, Lao Hao will swear at motherfuckers."

   Fina grinned and said:

   "You are forcing him not to leave any reserves, the rhythm of the whole army.

   But if you count the Wisdom Saint Jesenius who has been attracted there, you alone have solved three of the five great saints for us, Lao Roo really can't ask for more.

   If he wants all the undead in Maldraxxus to obey him as the lord of the soldiers, then he must perform such a miracle.

   It seems that I can't sit in the rear and waste time, my dear brother, for the victory you desire, I have to join this war rage. "

   After finishing speaking, Fina stood up in the video and buckled her psychic marquis helmet on her head, grabbed the Conqueror's flag at hand, and blew a kiss to her brother. She said in a sonorous tone:

   "Then we will see you tomorrow morning at the top of the Ascension Fortress, my brother."

Finna gave a dashing goodbye, but Blake had stopped paying attention to Finna, who was about to set foot on the battlefield. His attention had turned to the mountains and valleys outside the Fortress of Loyalty. He could see a large army of Grian. Marching in the suspended mountains and rivers full of blue streamers, it is a rare mechanical army.

  The mighty Goliath giant walked in the front row, and the unified pace shook the ground, and there was a bird-like adjudicator above the sky, that was the assassin and scout in the Centennial Legion of Grian.

   And those mechanical leopards.

  These mechanical beasts infused with anima are running in the passage of the mountain like a real herd. They are attacked everywhere under the leadership of their respective commanders to clear all obstacles for the Hundred Hearts Legion.

   Of course, the most conspicuous one must be the tallest super colossus in this mechanical army, guarded by countless machines, and its every step forward will bring the earth-shaking power.

   What's even better is that this guy's outer armor design is very cool, full of technology style and mysterious atmosphere brought by religious flavor.

Confirmed!

   is undoubtedly the kind of "toy" that boys like most.

   "Let DeVos and her Fallen Wings go into the air! I don't want to see the Grimes interfering with the battle on the ground."

  Blake snapped his fingers, pointed at the approaching anima colossus, and said to everyone around him:

   "I want this thing! I want it now! By the way, help me ask those deacon master craftsmen if I can order a 'Pirate' Colossus from them.

   Well, I'm even willing to pay for it. "

   (end of this chapter)