Honey, It's Time To Take Your Medicine! Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Daughter of Death (4)

Alcohol is a good thing.

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

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

Cheap and spicy wine poured into the mouth, burning pain, and the body quickly became hot, but there are some things that even the wine can't cover up.

The death of so many comrades-in-arms left indelible scars in the hearts of these people.

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

Banal seemed to have completely adjusted his mentality, and was completely unaffected by the deaths of so many teammates and what Qin Chu said before. He yelled that Qin Chu, Princess Carol, and Son Oni Ernes, Rossweisse and other big figures from the imperial city gave speeches on the stage.

Qin Chu had never been interested in these matters, and just as he was about to decline, the Saint Son Onion who was beside him had already stood up first.

Perhaps because he is used to such occasions, O'Neill behaved gracefully without any stage fright.

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

You can still feel the looming 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 the tone unique to the clergy:

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

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

"The dead are to be regretted, but only because their faith was not firm enough."

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

"Look, our Mother Earth Sect, no one died in the attack of monsters, this is the best proof."

Qin Chu's eyes widened.

This guy...is his brain really okay?

Only so many people died here just now, and the war was won.

Turn your head and you say victory is brought by the goddess? Co-authoring so many soldiers all 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 is a looming anger in their eyes. They sacrificed so many comrades to resist for several months without food and clothing. How about you, come up and take all the credit?

Yes, no one died in the Mother Earth Cult.

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

This kind of thing, do you have the nerve to brag about it?

Don't you know shame?

Holy Son O'Neill opened his arms, as if he wanted to receive the applause of worship around him.

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

O'Neill scoffed at such a bland reaction. It really is a group of guys who don't understand etiquette.

After O'Neill left, it was Carroll.

Carroll is much smarter than O'Neill. She didn't mention the royal family's role in this war, but only informed the soldiers, the son of Duke Marta who fled the battle, and the Marquis who withheld military pay and resold military supplies , a total of seventy-two nobles, have all been guillotined and paid a heavy price for their greed.

This content made the surrounding atmosphere a little depressing, and many soldiers began to cry secretly again. If it weren't for these greedy nobles, the brothers would not have died so seriously.

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

Roseweizer originally wanted to appease the soldiers and promote the glory of the Goddess of Holy Light and her role as a saint, but he keenly sensed that the atmosphere was not right and rejected it.

Qin Chu is the last one, and also the finale one.

After a brief hesitation, Qin Chu came to the crowd surrounded by thousands of soldiers with a wine bowl in his hand. Under the reflection of the bonfire, flames danced in his eyes.

Silence.

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

"Is this worth celebrating?"

His voice was deep and depressing, filled with a kind of compassionate solemnity.

“I want to ask you guys, is this really a win?”

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

Everyone is whispering these two sentences, is this a victory? Is this something to celebrate?

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

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

"We have lost so many companions, and they can no longer return to their homes and hug their wives and children."

"Their lives will stay here forever. Their wives and children are left unattended in the city, being bullied and even dying tragically!"

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

"Even if the seventy-six nobles have been executed, I still don't think this is something worth celebrating, because the dead can no longer come back."

Slight sobbing sounds came from all around, and the surviving soldiers knew that what Qin Chu said was right, and it was never something to celebrate.

The ones who died today are those comrades in arms, and the ones who died tomorrow may be other surviving companions, maybe myself... my wife and children, and they will also end up in the same end.

Qin Chu took a deep breath, he didn't say anything else, he just raised his hand and let the wine pour on the ground:

"Respect those who died!"

Snapped!

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

There is gloomy depression all around, everyone's heart is very sad, but their eyes are shining with light.

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 flaw in the empire at present, but she had no ability to change... the greed of a nobleman may lead to the death of tens of thousands of civilians. This world is not fair.

At this moment, Holy Son O'Neill stood up, his face was ugly: "Your Excellency Brave, what do you mean by saying this? Are you accusing the aristocratic system of the empire?"

"Don't forget your identity, you are just a brave man, you are only summoned here to fight those monsters, everything in the empire is not something you can participate in."

As a vested interest, O'Neill, who is also a nobleman or a clergyman, does not allow Qin Chu to pour dirty water on the noble class.

Qin Chu smiled, and summoned the brave man, just as a tool man against monsters. This was the idea of all the high-level people in Sky Continent, but O'Neill was the first to say it directly.

"Even if those nobles did make a little mistake, they have already accepted the punishment. Moreover, this punishment is unprecedentedly severe. Direct execution is enough to pay for the lives of 93,000 civilians."

Inas next to him kept winking at O'Neill, but this stupid man pretended he didn't see it:

"Now, we are enjoying the joy of victory, Your Excellency the Brave, you shouldn't spoil the atmosphere at this time."

Atmosphere?

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

Something wrong? Is that a bit wrong?

The lives of seventy-six nobles and 93,000 civilians.

In the eyes of high-class people like Lord Shengzi, they seem to be equal...ah no, they are not equal. From the tone of Lord Shengzi, it is obvious that the lives of 93,000 civilians are not as good as those of 70 The lives of the six nobles.

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

As a commoner, it is really sad.

People in this world don't care about their lives at all.

On the contrary, a hero summoned from another world would be saddened by the loss of so many lives.

There are rumors that the brave man is an angel, an angel descending.

It must be like this, maybe only a real angel can have such a benevolent heart?

I don't know how long the deathly depression lasted.

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 held up the wine bowls in their hands:

"Respect those who died!"

"To those brothers who died!"

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

Like an earthquake, like thunder...

O'Neill's face turned pale, and the light in those people's eyes made him terrified.

The priests and knights curled up subconsciously. Their throats were a little dry, and they kept wriggling, swallowing the non-existent saliva.

They don't understand why they are just a group of civilians who have nothing, just shouting a few slogans, why they make themselves so panic.

They didn't even dare to look at that kind of picture.

Snapped…

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the wine bowl breaking into 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 soldiers looked at Qin Chu with admiration in their eyes, they were moved by the kindness and kindness of the brave man.

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

Obviously, every time she speaks in the Goddess of the Earth, it can arouse countless applause from countless believers!

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

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew.

The bonfire in front of him, and the flames rising from the burning of a large number of corpses in the distance, all suddenly fell down.

The whole world seems to be darkened in a circle.

An indescribable coldness was approaching, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on Qin Chu's body instantly, and the thick black was covering everything.

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

A huge phantom seems to appear in the sky. She has a beautiful and graceful outline, and a trace of black mist is floating behind her, just like her beautiful long hair.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but it was faintly visible, as if there was an illusion that it should be a beautiful girl.

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

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

One after another faint phantoms began to fly from the ground and from the flames.

Qin Chu's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw that it was the soul.

Those are the dead soldiers, the souls trapped in this land, they throw themselves into the arms of the great phantom.

Deep in Qin Chu's mind, came Saya's deep and depressed voice. Qin Chu had never felt that Saya's voice was so dignified:

"Be careful."

"That is one of the most powerful existences among existing witches, the Daughter of Death!"

Thank you Sun Zhaoyao for the reward of 500 points. There will be another update around 8:30.

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