thebusnovel Chapter 528 Methods
Chapter 528 Methods
When the army of the All Saints marched into the Empire, everything changed.
Perhaps, in the eyes of those important figures in the Senate, these were nothing more than tactics.
But to the nobles and the common people, this was a blatant betrayal.
The sublimity of the empire is gone.
Even worse, some immediately defected and chose to rebel.
After all, putting everything else aside, what the Senate did was truly inhuman.
Asking the Alliance of Saints for help means that the Empire is already unable to deal with those people from the Mage Alliance, doesn't it?
However, for Jiang Shuzhou, this was a good thing, as he was receiving more and more refugees and surrendering territories every day.
This is all thanks to his publicity.
Why did the empire fall to such a state?
It's all the fault of those treacherous officials in the Senate! They murdered the late emperor, wreaked havoc on the court, and now they're even planning to choose their own new emperor to succeed to the throne. They're utterly wicked!
"If you don't share this, you're not a true citizen of the Empire! The despicable and shameless Senate is leading the Empire toward decline!"
"Shocking! The late emperor was actually murdered by these people! On her deathbed, she could only entrust the empire to outsiders!"
"One Hundred Reasons to Support King Qi and Make the Empire Great Again!"
Jiang Shuzhou has mastered the art of manipulating public opinion.
Climbing the city wall and gazing into the distance, Jiang Shuzhou frowned deeply.
The Alliance of Saints and the Senate of the Ovi Empire came with great force. The empire, which was already exhausted and needed to suppress rebellions in various places, brought out a full three Class A armies this time. The Alliance of Saints was even more outrageous, bringing out a total of twenty-seven Class A troops.
More than thirty Class A units—what does that mean?
The so-called Class A force is actually a general term referring to the level of extraordinary military configurations across the entire astral plane.
Based on their internal strength, they are divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D.
Among them, Grade A is the highest and Grade D is the lowest. This is the classification made by Jiang Shuzhou. After all, the grade is just a code. If you want, you can also call them ABCD.
Among them, the Class A is the most powerful, and basically no organized army is stronger than it.
The configuration of a Class A unit is roughly as follows: a minimum of two Legendary figures and a maximum of five Legendary figures serve as commander and adjutant, Saint-level figures serve as high-ranking generals, high-ranking Transcendent figures serve as mid- to low-ranking officers, and ordinary soldiers are selected from mid-ranking Transcendent figures.
The number of people ranges from a minimum of 200,000 to a maximum of 1 million.
In Rank B, there is only one Legendary figure who serves as the commander, while the Sanctuary figure serves as the deputy and a high-ranking general, with the rest remaining unchanged.
Level C is one level higher, with ordinary soldiers being low-ranking extraordinary beings.
At Rank D, soldiers consist of ordinary people and low-ranking officers, while high-ranking extraordinary beings serve as commanders.
This is the composition of an army of a major power.
Now, Jiang Shuzhou has to face thirty such armies.
The good news is that eighteen of them are held up by the legendary mages of the West and will not be able to reach Mendteke in the short term.
Fortunately, Jiang Shuzhou had thrown the legendary mage over beforehand, otherwise his defensive pressure would have been much greater.
The bad news is that there are still twelve armies, at least twenty-four legendary units, and two million four hundred thousand mid-level transcendents on their way.
That's not the worst of it. According to the information from the Goddess of Wealth, there should be quite a few incarnations of gods mixed in with these troops.
These gods attempted to eliminate Jiang Shuzhou through this method.
"Alas, a storm is brewing."
Standing on the city wall, gazing into the distance, Jiang Shuzhou felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflection).
At the same time, he was already prepared that this place would be the site of the rise and fall of the Alliance of Saints and the Empire.
The fortified fortress and the numerous interconnected underground passages, specially treated, reinforced with magic arrays, and hidden, will make this place a nightmare for the gods.
Not only that, Jiang Shuzhou also prepared a grand gift for these deities.
"Grace, are you ready for the Twisted Dream Plague?"
Jiang Shuzhou asked.
"Ready to deploy at any time."
Grace, who was standing nearby, replied.
"Then go for it."
Jiang Shuzhou nodded, his gaze somewhat profound.
He originally didn't want to use this trick, but those gods were too much of a bully. Instead of staying in their own territory, they insisted on causing trouble, so they shouldn't blame Jiang Shuzhou for not showing any mercy.
Jiang Shuzhou took the test tube from Grace and crushed it with his bare hands.
With a click, the ever-boiling, colorful, dreamlike liquid inside the test tube gradually sublimated and disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Mendetek seemed to change from what he had seen before, yet he remained the same.
The Twisted Dream Plague has been released.
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In a small military camp of the 7th Army of the Jihad Army.
"The holy war will continue to the end! The evil sorcerer will be destroyed by the great Lord! The world will be at peace! Justice will be served! Evil will be judged!"
The chaplain was giving a passionate speech, while the soldiers below listened intently.
The noble officer Charlie stood respectfully to the side, though his mind was elsewhere.
"We should..."
The sermons continued, but Charlie sensed something was different, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Charlie looked at the priest's pristine white robes and felt that nothing had changed. The priest's clothes were still as magnificent as ever, and the soldiers below were still as fanatical in their faith as before.
As a high-ranking transcendent being and a nobleman, Charlie had some faith in the gods, but not much.
I'm getting sleepy. This pastor's sermon is so hypnotic!
Thinking this, Charlie collapsed the next second, clearly having fallen asleep.
Besides Charlie, even the pastor who was just giving a sermon was pulled into the dream.
Soon, Charlie and the others in the camp began to twist and deform, and clumps of hideous flesh began to grow. Soon, there were no normal people left in the camp.
"Um, where is this?"
Charlie woke up covering his face.
Then he saw the twisted, terrifying soldiers around him, their bodies covered in fleshy cysts and bizarre shapes.
"Monster! There's a monster!"
As he spoke, he began to attack the monsters.
He absolutely cannot let these monsters harm him.
With his blade raised, Charlie launched an attack on the monsters.
The attack went very smoothly, even too smoothly.
Not a single monster resisted; they obediently waited for Charlie to swing his blade and kill them one by one.
Soon, a commotion arose outside the military camp.
"Hurry, hurry, damn it, it's a curse!"
"These people are beyond saving!"
Charlie was overjoyed as he listened to the sounds outside.
Then he went outside.
Then, he was riddled with arrows and riddled with holes.
Why?
This was the question in his mind.
Then, he saw his true self.
It turns out that he had already become a monster.