Chapter 894 I Come From Atlantis (5200)

The Governor of Deepwater Port had been the local lord for twenty-six years.

In his memory, his territory, or rather his hometown, had been gradually declining for the past twenty-six years.

The Fenrir Sea was a rich and dangerous sea. The catch here was more than anyone could imagine, provided that the fishing boats had the ability to protect themselves—because of the unique deep-sea environment, there were also many powerful giant sea beasts here.

In the old days, when the countries were engaged in a naval arms race, these huge sea beasts were inevitably slaughtered. Their bones and biological materials were materials for casting giant ships and deep-sea secret treasures. Fenrir Port was a perfect port and strategic shipyard. However, after the entire Fenrir Sea was controlled by the League of Light, the dark countries that were enemies with it were located on the inner side of the continent and the polar regions of the northwest of the world. There was no room for naval battles, so it gradually lost its strategic significance.

The once mighty Royal Fleet now only had a few dilapidated small boats left, and the huge dock was gradually abandoned bit by bit because it required a huge amount of money to maintain.

Without a fleet to patrol and suppress them, the huge deep-sea beasts also began to make waves, affecting normal fishing.

The League had forgotten this land, but not completely—at least the taxes had never been reduced, and the taxes were still levied according to the standards of wealthy areas. This was a political problem left over from many years ago, and the huge bureaucratic organization had not yet solved it.

The war between the League of Light and the Dark Kingdoms, or rather, the fanatical all-round confrontation had already become fierce. Both sides were trying to overwhelm each other in every aspect, and technologies that could not pose a threat to the other side were equivalent to non-existence. The decline of Deepwater Port was precisely because of this. Because naval warfare could not affect the Dark Kingdoms located deep inland, and the high war expenses also prevented taxes from being normalized.

Except for the small villages and towns in the border areas that were unmanaged and unprotected, any territories and cities in the rear that were under the jurisdiction of formal governments had extremely heavy taxes. The front lines were slightly better, but to be honest, not much better.

If the normal tax rate in peacetime was 1, then now, the front line was 3, and the rear was 7.

The enjoyment of the high-level officials of the League had never been reduced. The extravagant spending on wine and luxury items was perhaps even larger than a war—but they cleverly guided the conflict to the front and rear.

The front line believed that they were being treated harshly, and that all of this was because the safe rear was unwilling to pay taxes for the sacred war. The rear believed that the taxes were unbelievably heavy, and that even the lords themselves could not accumulate a few gold coins in a year, let alone the common people.

There was no rebellion—the high-level officials of the League, who held the supreme power, were all children of the gods, demigod heroes, and messengers of heaven guided by divine oracles. The authority, magic, and miracles they possessed could not be resisted by any number of ordinary people.

All the propaganda blamed the 'Dark Kingdoms'. Without them, Deepwater Port would not have declined, nor would it have suffered such heavy taxes. The governor always thought this way, and he couldn't even plant a few of his favorite flowers.

As for the Dark Kingdoms, they were even more terrifying. Their taxes even included blood taxes—that is, life itself. If they really couldn't pay the taxes, the League of Light would at most deprive them of their citizenship and make them slaves, while the Dark Kingdoms would turn those who had not paid their taxes into spellcasting materials.

Human skin drums, human tendon harps…

They glorified this kind of exploitation as destiny and blessings.

In the era of the Resounding Epoch, endless wars filled the world. Everyone was fighting against everyone else. This confrontation was all-encompassing, from simple combat to economic and cultural confrontations.

In this era, there were exceptionally rich technological crystallizations: systematic song magic, poetic miracles compiled into poems, and duplicating machines called 'rewrite magic mechs', as well as personal 'music players'. Talented technicians even developed the secret of magically accelerating chanting, which could increase the speed of miracles and magic by up to two times.

But all these brilliant achievements had nothing to do with the lives of ordinary people.

It was in this context that the Governor of Deepwater Port encountered the envoy fleet from Atlantis.

It was difficult to say what the governor was thinking, but in any case, he did not have the power to fight against this powerful fleet of unknown origin. Because the other party's attitude was kind, the governor also did his best to entertain them, and both sides left a good impression on each other.

The envoys from Atlantis brought more advanced duplicating machines and various strange devices, such as field machines that could chant arias praising plants and accelerate their growth, or automatic fishing machines that could praise the sea, create whirlpools, and gather fish.

Anyone could see the value of the technology brought by the Atlantean envoys. The governor was a normal person, and he could naturally see it too. He was tempted to ask how expensive the right to use this technology was, and the price he received surprised him.

Although it was still a price he couldn't afford, it was very affordable, at least a price that the League could definitely accept!

The Governor of Deepwater Port became friends with the delegation. The delegation became the honored guests of Deepwater Port. The Atlantean fleet wiped out the many deep-sea beasts that were raging in the Fenrir Sea. This not only made the fishermen no longer have to worry when fishing, but the surplus magical beast materials also gave Deepwater Port enough funds to transform the city, reclaim farmland, pay taxes, and give the city a new look.

For a time, Deepwater Port regarded these envoys, who believed themselves to be 'from another continent', as messengers sent by heaven. The governor, who was finally able to see hope from the darkness, made up his mind. He believed that this fleet could not only change Deepwater Port, but also the entire League.

He appointed himself as the envoy of the Atlantean delegation, as an intermediary for communication with the high-level officials of the League—after all, apart from him, the delegation could not find even a h-level lord with any say in the rear. The Atlantean fleet was also exceptionally law-abiding. They could live well simply by relying on the seafood from the sea.

The delegation from Deepwater Port to the League's central government set off after the autumn harvest. The leader was the governor himself. They brought many magical creations and machines from the Atlantean fleet, and brought a large amount of new knowledge and experiences, as well as the goodwill of another continent—more than four hundred envoys from the Atlantean countries were also in the team. Their armor was bright and solid, with decorations and emblems that were different from this continent, but equally dazzling.

The Governor of Deepwater Port firmly believed that the gods had guided him to meet this group of friendly people, and that the exchange between the League and the Atlantean continent was the opportunity for the League of Light to defeat the Dark Kingdoms!

The large delegation led by the Governor of Deepwater Port was not always welcomed. When they arrived in the heart of the League, more and more questions and doubts arose, but these did not really affect anything. It was just a matter of paying some bribes. This method was still very effective until the governor met with the high-level officials of the League, and the large amount of wealth brought by the deep-sea beast materials gave him the confidence to do so.

"Elder, I believe that the exchange and alliance with the Atlantean countries is the key for us to defeat the Dark Kingdoms!"

At the League's Council of Elders, the Governor of Deepwater Port, who was present and sitting in the lowest seat, ignored the contemptuous and disdainful gazes. He displayed the many technologies of Atlantis, which surprised everyone and changed their minds, and even made them feel ashamed of the many technologies they had been complacent about in the past.

Even the League's Grand Elder, who was always expressionless, and was said to be a direct descendant of the White Day Goddess, Saint Anisha, frowned and picked up the 'personal player' originating from Atlantis, which was said to be able to release a thousand different magics, and examined it, and was moved by it.

The clothes of the League's elders were full of gems. Even a decoration on their robes condensed the power of miracles. The value of any elder's personal ornaments was worth several years of tax revenue from Deepwater Port.

There were one hundred and thirty-five gems on the crown on Saint Anisha's head, each of which was said to have the power of a musical note and was priceless.

"This is too important."

Adjusting her crown, which was worth more than one hundred and thirty-five cities, she hesitated and said, "I need to ask the gods."

This was a natural process. The Governor of Blackwater Port believed that even the gods would be persuaded by him—completely defeating the Dark Kingdoms and the temptation of the gods, even the gods could not resist, right? Atlantean technology and friendship were definitely a gospel for the people on the continent who were suffering from war and exploitation.

No one could refuse.

Unless it was a god.

And the god refused.

"...Arrest them."

Opening her eyes, with golden-red hair, pale-gold eyes, and as perfect as the gods, the first order Saint Anisha gave after communicating with the gods froze the Governor of Blackwater Port's smile.

The Saint's gaze was cold: "The demons of Atlantis are our great enemies, the greatest enemies surpassing the Dark Kingdoms."

"Arrest them all!"

How could the delegation fight against the strongest combat power of the entire League of Light in the heart of the League of Light? Before long, the originally happy world delegation was arrested in a cloud of suspicion and thrown into prison.

"Why?!"

The Governor of Deepwater Port, who was also directly arrested, questioned in disbelief: "How could this be?! How could they be demons? How could demons be like this?!"

"This is the will of the gods."

The Saint's voice returned to cold indifference: "They are demons, without a doubt."

"And you, privately colluding with demons, are stripped of your name as lord and your citizenship."

To be honest, until this time, the Governor of Deepwater Port had not thought of resisting. After all, he was a citizen of the League of Light, a believer of the gods. Since the gods had revealed this, he could only believe it.

But then, what the League of Light did to those Atlantean envoys in the delegation had nothing to do with light.

They interrogated the principles of those technologies, whipping and slashing with knives the flesh of the envoys who had originally greeted them with smiles. They used the methods they used to treat those mortal enemies who had been fighting each other for thousands of years, the methods they used to treat the stubborn people in the Dark League, against those Atlanteans who just wanted to make friends.

Even the most stubborn, trained Dark League death warriors could not endure this torture, let alone the envoys who originally thought they were just establishing diplomatic relations? The secrets of many technologies and important knowledge were tortured out, and the huge value shocked the many elders of the League—now, even without the divine oracle, they would be greedy for the fleet located in Deepwater Port, let alone with the divine oracle as a guarantee.

"They don't even understand what war is!"

Ha, a demonic empire that has never experienced war! What a rich delicacy, how could the high-level officials of the League of Light endure such temptation?

A demonic camp that possesses technology, goodwill, but is weak and has never experienced war... Isn't this just for them to plunder?

After being tortured, most of the Atlantean envoys were killed, but the League still 'mercifully' left one-tenth of them alive, that is, forty people. They gouged out the eyes of these forty people, and poisoned their vocal cords with medicine, so that they could no longer call upon magic and miracles. Then, they had the Governor of Deepwater Port, who had only one eye gouged out, take this group of tortured people back.

This was not for any reason, but just to show the will of the League of Light to the demons—the children of God will never make any deals with demons. Following closely behind this delegation that had lost their eyes and voices was the most elite army of the League of Light.

In Deepwater Port, the leader of the fleet, who was waiting for good news, welcomed back this delegation flowing with blood and tears in extreme shock and anger. The Governor of Blackwater Port wanted to commit suicide after bringing the news of 'the army is advancing' in a trembling and hoarse voice. The extreme guilt towards the Atlantean delegation and the disappointment with the League crushed the spine of this man who only wanted to make his hometown better.

In the past, he often saw news of the League and the Dark Kingdoms torturing delegations and then launching wars. At that time, he was always angry and happy, because those were destined, fated enemies, so he never questioned it, never thought that those who were tortured and those who tortured were all lives.

But now, before being designated as a fated enemy, he already knew that the Atlanteans were not demons. They were full of goodwill and hope for everything in the world. Such lives were definitely not the bloodless and tearless demons in the propaganda. He even had doubts about the image of those Dark League citizens.

Are they really monsters and beasts who have no joy and do not understand what happiness is?

He didn't want to know anymore, he wanted to die.

"Death is escape."

But the fleet leader Dakra stopped him. His son was also in the delegation, his eyes gouged out and his voice muted. Fortunately, he survived, but unfortunately, this young man did not want to live at all. He was constantly seeking death after returning.

He said this to his son, and also to the Governor of Blackwater Port. The power of the sacred tree can heal everyone and all injuries, but the dead are difficult to revive, not to mention that some injuries, even if the body is healed, the mental damage is still unhealable.

Now, the Atlantean fleet, which had originally come solely for peace and exchange, was completely enraged.

They changed the players that were originally used to play soothing music into high-pitched war songs, and they changed the machines that were used to recite virtues into reading the judgment sounds of fury. Similarly, after a moment of shock and disbelief, the Atlantean countries that received the relevant news also accelerated the construction of warships and the conscription of soldiers. The seventy-five countries of the Sacred Tree, which had almost never launched wars against each other, searched for descriptions of armies in ancient books. They modified the power armor used for farming into heavy killing machines, and armed them with the most advanced weapons, magic, and miracles.

The insulted goodwill, the brewed fury, was brewing throughout the continent.

If goodwill has no meaning, then use absolute anger to deal with it.

When the League of Light's army arrived at Deepwater Port, they were greeted by a carpet of one thousand different magics and miracles.

They originally thought that the other side was just ordinary wooden sailboats, and never thought that they were incomparably strong ironclad ships. The League's army, which was originally just to show off its power and accept the results of the reforms around Blackwater Port, was instantly beaten to the point of crying for their parents. The accompanying chanting group cast spells to fight back, but the effect was not great, and it could even be said that there was no result.

The weak enemy, who they thought could be defeated in an instant, had power beyond their imagination. The League's army immediately called for support, but no matter how much support they called for, they could not capture Blackwater Port.

The eastern part of the League was in chaos, because several fleets were constantly harassing the League's coastal ports and cities, and a thought called Chuzhou began to spread among the many coastal cities.

"This is a destined battle. Even if the League of Light had not treated our envoys like this, we would eventually have fought with them."

The first commander of the expeditionary force, the owner of the first piece of land on the continent of Ilotal for the Atlantean Allied Forces, the former Governor of Deepwater Port, and now the Lord of Torch Port, said this: "Because the people on this land have not accepted goodwill, accepted the future, and accepted the freedom of innovation. We do not hate them, because they are just puppets of God's will."

"They killed my daughter, killed Ol's son, and made Dakra's (leader of the delegation) son blind and mute, but I will not hate all the Ilotal people, because they are more pathetic than hateful."

"...Indeed."

The former Governor of Deepwater Port, now the Lord of Torch Port, the man who betrayed his homeland and was betrayed by his homeland, said firmly after a moment of silence: "Even if there was no battle at the beginning, there would eventually be a battle later."

"This is a war of destiny."

Yes, the battle has come. This is a battle from heaven to earth, from the past to the future, stretching from now to the final end.

This is a war of destiny, a battle that cannot be escaped or avoided no matter what. No one can stop it, and no one can stay out of it.

——History has been completely rewritten——

——Heaven and earth have been overturned——

——Resounding Era·Deep in the Ilotal Continent·Gray Hill Village——

Alan, who defeated the Shadow Envoy and the Light Flame Sergeant, tied everyone up, and sealed them with proverbs, was trying to restore Eve to normal.

The girl could already smile at this moment. After all, she was also a human being. The humanity suppressed by the secret methods of the Shadow Sect had not been completely worn away. As long as there were enough stimulation, she could always return to her original appearance.

And at this time, Gray Hill Village welcomed a mysterious envoy.

"Second Prophet, there is a new Chuzhou."

The envoy respectfully saluted a puzzled Alan. Although he could not see Elias, he seemed to know Elias's existence and brought news from the other end of the earth: "I bring the greetings of the Prophet Yi."

"I come from Atlantis."

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