Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

Heads rolling in.

All seventy-six nobles were executed, leaving only the headless corpses still twitching nervously.

Even if there are billions of mana, they have no chance to enjoy it.

…

On the other side, right at the frontline camp.

The surviving soldiers spent three days clearing an area filled with piles of corpses. It took a long time just to find these corpses, many of which were mutilated.

They used flames to burn the bodies of their comrades.

There were too many corpses, and they had no way to send their comrades back to their hometowns for burial.

Although many people died and many were injured, the people who survived held a bonfire party, which is the rule for every victory.

Alcohol can numb one's soul, making people unable to feel the pain in their body.

Chapter 3 is presented.

Chapter 209 Daughter of Death (4)

Alcohol is a good thing.

He can make people forget the sadness and fear in their hearts and the pain in their bodies.

Although it was only a temporary anesthesia, at least the soldiers were carefree at this time.

The cheap and spicy drink poured into my mouth and it was painful. My body quickly became hot, but there were some things that even the drink couldn't cover up.

The deaths of so many comrades left indelible scars in the hearts of these people.

They celebrated this victory with smiles on their faces, but tears were shed in their eyes, because no one knew when they would die here like their comrades.

Banal seemed to have completely adjusted his mentality, and was not affected at all by the death of so many teammates and what Qin Chu said before. He shouted that he would let Qin Chu, Princess Carol, and Holy Son Oni Enns, Rossweisse and other big figures from the Imperial City took the stage to give speeches.

Qin Chu had never been interested in such things. Just as he was about to refuse, the Holy Son O'Niens stood up first.

Perhaps because he is used to this kind of situation, O'Niens behaved gracefully and without any stage fright.

He cleared his throat and stood in the middle of the crowd. Although they were all comrades who had just experienced a war, O'Niens obviously did not regard those soldiers as his companions.

There was still a hint of disdain in his eyes.

I am different from them. Even if I appear in the same war, I am more noble than them.

O'Neill cleared his throat and spoke slowly in a clergy-specific tone:

"This time, we can win because of the protection of the Goddess of Holy Light and Mother Earth."

"Without the protection of the goddess, we will not have the strength and courage to fight against the monsters. We will perish under the iron hooves of the monsters. This victory will strengthen our faith and keep us on the right path."

"People who die are worthy of regret, but only because their faith was not strong enough."

"The invasion of monsters is not a disaster, it is just a test given by the gods to people. Only the most devout believers can survive the test."

"Look, no one in our Mother Earth Cult has died in the attacks of monsters. This is the best proof."

Qin Chu's eyes widened.

Is this guy... really okay with his brain?

So many people died here just now before the war was won.

Turn around and you say victory is brought by the goddess? So many soldiers died in vain, right?

Sure enough, there was a deathly silence all around, and no one made a sound. Although the soldiers drank, they did not completely lose consciousness.

There was looming anger in their eyes. They sacrificed so many of their companions and resisted for several months without food and clothing. How about you, just come up and take away all the credit?

Yes, no one in the Earth Mother Cult died.

Isn't that because except for you and the saint, everyone else is hiding in the corner and not confronting the monsters head-on?

Do you have the nerve to brag about this kind of thing?

Don’t you even know how to be ashamed?

The Holy Son O'Niens opened his arms as if he wanted to accept the applause of worship from all around.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Banal was the first to react and clapped his hands vigorously. Under Banal's guidance, sparse applause finally echoed around.

O'Niens sneered at such a bland response. They were indeed a bunch of guys who didn't understand etiquette.

After O'Neill left, it was Carroll.

Carol was much smarter than O'Neill. She didn't mention the role of the royal family in this war. She only informed these soldiers that the son of the Duke of Marta had fled the battle and the Marquis who withheld military pay and resold military supplies. , a total of seventy-two nobles, have all boarded the guillotine and paid a heavy price for their greed.

This content made the atmosphere around them somewhat depressing, and many soldiers began to cry secretly. If it were not for these greedy nobles, the brothers would not have been so seriously injured.

Although it is a good thing to execute these nobles, the dead brothers will never come back after all.

Rossweisse wanted to appease the soldiers and promote the glory of the Goddess of Light and her role as a saint, but she keenly sensed that the atmosphere was wrong and declined.

Qin Chu is the last one and the one who gets the finale.

After a brief hesitation, Qin Chu took the wine bowl and came to the crowd surrounded by thousands of soldiers. Under the reflection of the bonfire, a pair of eyes were dancing with flames.

silence.

This oppressive silence lasted for a long time, and Qin Chu finally spoke slowly:

"Is this worth celebrating?"

His voice was low and depressed, filled with a kind of solemnity and compassion.

"I want to ask you, is this really a victory?"

Qin Chu's voice echoed in the ears of many soldiers.

Everyone is muttering these two sentences, is this victory? Is this worth celebrating?

There are only less than 7,000 people left out of 100,000 people. What kind of victory is this? Do you want to celebrate the death of more than 90,000 brothers?

Qin Chu's voice was still floating in the wind.

"So many of our companions have died, and they will never be able to return to their homes and hold their wives and children."

"Their lives will remain here forever. Their wives and children have no one to take care of them and are bullied in the city, and even die miserably!"

"They shouldn't have died. They didn't die in the hands of monsters, but in the hands of those seventy-six greedy nobles."

"Even if those seventy-six nobles have been executed, I still don't think this is something worth celebrating, because the dead can never come back."

There were slight sobbing sounds from all around. The surviving soldiers knew that Qin Chu was right. This was never something worth celebrating.

Those who died today are those comrades, and those who died tomorrow may be other surviving comrades, it may be themselves... their wives and children, who will also end up in the same ending.

Qin Chu took a breath. He didn't say anything else. He just raised his hand and let the wine pour to the ground:

"To those fallen warriors!"

Snapped!

The wine bowl in his hand smashed to pieces on the ground.

There was a gloomy depression all around, and everyone's heart was sad, but their eyes were shining.

Carol frowned. She wanted to refute Qin Chu, but she didn't know where to start.

She knew that what Qin Chu said hit the biggest shortcoming of the empire, but she had no ability to change it... The greed of a noble could lead to the death of tens of thousands of civilians. The world was not fair.

At this moment, Holy Son O'Niens stood up with an ugly expression on his face: "Your Majesty the Brave, what do you mean by these words? Are you criticizing the aristocratic system of the empire?"

"Don't forget your identity. You are just a brave man. You were summoned just to fight against those monsters. You are not allowed to participate in everything in the empire."

As a vested interest, O'Niens, who is also a noble and a priest, does not allow Qin Chu to pour dirty water on the aristocracy.

Qin Chu smiled and summoned the brave man to come over, just as a tool to fight against monsters. This was the thought of all the senior officials in Tianqiong Continent, but O'Niens was the first to say it directly.

"Even if those nobles did make a mistake, they have already accepted the punishment. Moreover, the punishment is unprecedentedly severe, directly executing them, which is enough to compensate for the lives of 93,000 civilians."

Inas next to him kept winking at O'Neill, but this stupid man pretended not to notice at all:

"Now, we are enjoying the joy of victory. Your Excellency, Hero, you should not ruin the atmosphere at this time."

Atmosphere?

I'm afraid O'Neill didn't notice the atmosphere around him at all.

A little mistake? Is that a bit of a mistake?

The lives of seventy-six nobles and the lives of ninety-three thousand commoners.

In the eyes of a person from the upper class like Lord Saint Son, they actually seem to be equals... Ah no, not equal. From Lord Saint Son's tone, we can clearly feel that the lives of 93,000 civilians are not as good as seven. The lives of sixteen nobles.

Perhaps, this is what the upper class people in Tianqiong Continent really think?

As a civilian, it's really sad.

People in this world don't care about their life or death at all.

On the contrary, he is a brave man summoned from another world who will grieve for the loss of so many lives.

There are rumors that the brave man is a messenger of God, an angel descended.

That must be the case, maybe only real angels can have such a kind heart?

The deathly depression lasted for who knows how long.

Finally, Commander Banal stood up.

Immediately afterwards, one soldier after another stood up, and even the wounded used the spears in their hands as weapons to support their bodies.

They all raised the wine bowls in their hands:

"To those fallen warriors!"

"To those brothers who died!"

The voices of seven thousand people mixed together, rolling in everyone's ears like ocean waves, deafening.

Like an earthquake, like thunder...

O'Niens's face turned a little pale, and the light in those people's eyes frightened him.

Those priests and knights also curled up subconsciously. Their throats were a little dry, and they were constantly squirming, swallowing non-existent saliva.

They didn't understand why a group of civilians with nothing but a few slogans could make themselves so panicked.

Some of them even dared not look at that kind of scene.

Snapped……

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of smashing wine bowls formed a straight line.

Every upper-class person who heard this voice trembled involuntarily, their hands and feet were cold, and their scalps were numb.

All the warriors looked at Qin Chu with admiration in their eyes. They were moved by the kindness and kindness of the brave man.

That look made O'Neill extremely jealous and angry. He didn't understand why his speech about the glory of God was indifferent. Could it be that these humble civilians simply couldn't understand the meaning of it?

Every time he gave a speech in the Mother Earth Church, he could arouse the applause of countless believers!

Looking at this scene, Carol suddenly sighed. She knew that the empire might be changing!

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew.

The bonfire in front of him and the flames of a large number of corpses burning in the distance suddenly all went down.

The whole world seemed to be dimmed.

An indescribable coldness was approaching, and Qin Chu's body instantly had goose bumps, and the thick black was covering everything.

Violet, who was sitting on the ground, changed her face, and her body suddenly stood up and walked quickly to Qin Chu's side.

A huge shadow seemed to appear in the sky. She had a beautiful and graceful outline, and a trace of black mist was floating behind her, just like her beautiful long hair.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but it was vaguely visible, and I seemed to have an illusion that she should be a beautiful girl.

Her image was somewhat similar to the phantom of the goddess that had appeared behind Qin Chu, but the color was completely opposite.

Her arms were gently opened, as if she was covering something.

A faint shadow began to float from the ground and from the flames.