As the war spread, the influence of the Red of Disaster on the material world became stronger and stronger.

Although for some reason, Red Gloves deliberately avoided the two city-states controlled by Aivas.

But their victory in attacking Paradise City greatly boosted the morale of the rebels in other city-states.

Not all the rebels were as crazy and extreme as red gloves... More rebels themselves had pretty good relationships with slaves and even free people.

Although it is therefore easier for them to betray them by the people they trust. Rather, if they can betray them, it means that they have reached the level of trust they can deliver.

As long as one party does not believe in the other party, it is difficult to sell it. Now Red Gloves are like a catfish, which is equivalent to forcing these civilians to choose one side to take sides - either choose a good leader or choose a rebel.

——Or otherwise, when the Red Gloves arrive, they will all die here!

And as long as they conquer and control the good Lord... the red gloves can at least not open fire on the city-state without the good Lord's rule, right?

They claim that they attack these civilians in order to attack the good Lords - what if there is no good Lord here at all? Then do you still have to attack a group of free civilians who also resist the good Lords and have already controlled the situation?

That obviously won't.

Even if there are people in the Red Gloves who want to do this, they will be stopped by their leaders and companions before doing something that cannot be turned back. After all, as long as they want to summon new members, they will at least not lose their righteousness.

From this perspective, the crazy and violent behavior of Red Gloves, which was completely irrational, has in turn promoted the entire rebellion process of Ancient Kingdom of Anxu!

Just as the Red of Disaster expected, the war continued to spread in the name of revenge and rebellion! Continue to drive away the residual influence of "authoritarianism"!

Similarly, it was precisely because of fear of these madmen who could do anything to do that the good Lords also learned from Avas's actions and began to greatly increase the treatment of free people. They also began to paint a lot of sweet cakes for the slaves, hoping to win them firmly on their side.

"A war without warriors..."

Hassan stood in the bedroom of the palace, looking out the window and murmured: "It's ridiculous."

Behind him, the headless body of a good Lord was quietly upside down.

Hassan just grabbed the other person's neck with his left hand, and squirted out divine fire from his palm and burned him into coke. Now it was still emitting black smoke, while outside the window was people's terrified cry and the hideous laughter of red gloves.

This is Jinghu City, famous for its numerous monks.

The monks from Horus spread their Mithra religion here. The good Lord of Mirror Lake City also accepted their mission and became a devout Mithra worshiper... and forced others to convert to their faith.

He asked the free people to come to Jinghu in the middle of the city to meditate, discuss philosophy, and debate. Everyone must take turns to speak on stage, and he will personally listen carefully and question the other party's views with others. If the other party can cleverly let people accept his views, he will receive extremely generous rewards from the good master; otherwise, he will be deprived of the identity of the free people for one month and become a slave to others.

He even allowed other slaves to listen around him - and the slaves could ask the speaker a question at any time with their lives as a price. If this question made the speaker unable to respond, and the slave himself made a subtle answer and received cheer from the people around him, he could be promoted to a free citizen directly, and the free citizen who lacked thinking would be demoted to a slave for life by him.

And if he fails to question, he will be publicly hanged.

This is the price of "silly and questioning" - this good master, who is called "thinker", hates vulgar people who don't know how to pretend to understand, or regard ignorance as humor. But compared with the good masters of other city-states, he is already quite peaceful.

He would not even directly execute the other party just because the other party was hindered by his eyes, and he would also have to listen patiently to the other party’s words!

Such a city-state that values ​​speculation and philosophy and is peaceful and peaceful... is one of the very few city-states that have no resistance troops.

——It is precisely because of this that the Red Hands came here and eliminated them first. Otherwise, their extreme behavior would only continue to force people to move closer to the neutral faction... Those resting people themselves may not know, but Hassan, who has studied abroad, understands it.

"Is it ridiculous?"

An elegant and pleasant voice came from the edge of the bed: "But this is the only way to 'win'."

Morgan, who was sitting on Shanzhu's bed, patted the bed with a smile, and signaled him to sit here and enjoy her gift.

And she was surrounded by the "thinkers" favorite concubines - they were all confused by Morgan's potion and turned into puppets who lost themselves and only knew desires.

This is a gift she used to delude Hassan and a bait used to lure Hassan.

"Come on, hero. Victory of the war means robbery, isn't it?"

Morgan's words were vicious and tempting: "Is this what you deserve. Or do you want to come with me?"

But Hassan just turned around coldly, stared at Morgan without saying a word.

"What's wrong, my dear?"

Morgan held his cheek with his hands and looked at him with a smile, as innocent as a child: "Have you tasted me? Shouldn't that be a wonderful memory that you can't forget? Or... you no longer look down on these people."

“…I’m not going to go back because I’ve been fooled once.”

Hassan spoke slowly: "I am afraid of my madness...that is not my behavior. I care more about how to preserve my precious reason and wisdom than joy."

“Born.”

Morgan sighed, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's like him..."

"he?"

"Arthur."

“…Is the disaster red?”

"Maybe yes, maybe not."

Morgan did not respond directly to Hassan's question directly, but instead slightly introduced the topic: "Do you seem to be unhappy with my Lord's plan?"

"How dare I have any objections to the Pillar God."

Hassan smiled sarcastically.

Morgan's eyes rolled: "But you look...unhappy?"

"No one is happy about being a sword, Ms. Morgan."

"Why?"

Morgan asked back, "Your purpose has been achieved, isn't it? People are born to learn to use tools, and you are better. This is the manifestation of talent, isn't it?"

"Achieved? No, no."

Hassan laughed, but there was no smile in his voice: "What I want is to liberate this land from the lasting rule of the Good Lord.

"I killed the civilians without hesitation, just to prevent the good Lord from realizing that I value them; I pollute the water sources so that the good Lord will not blackmail us with these precious resources. But now everything is different."

"You can't stop, my dear."

Morgan smiled, a little serious, and sat upright and said meaningfully: "When you gather these hysterical and helpless madmen to fight against the Good Lord, you are destined to have this day. How different can you deceive them for your own purposes be from the Good Lord?"

"What is the difference between you and your master and my comrades for your own purposes? "

Hassan asked mercilessly: "This kind of argument is useless to me, ma'am. What I could control them was that they lost control after you came."

Even if it was the face of the Pillar God, Hassan didn't want to give it to him.

At the beginning, he was indeed confused by Morgan... Whether it was the knowledge she provided, the strength she gave herself, her beautiful body and voice. But when the new sign rose, he was already awake most of the time; and when the situation was completely out of control, he understood it all.

Hassan did think about... using the power of the Pillar God to destroy the ancient kingdom of Pilgrimage.

But he never expected that the price he had to pay was so great—

He was clearly praying to the gods, not making a deal with the demons!

"Really? Is it because of my arrival? Or is it because of your victory?"

Morgan's smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningless, but his voice became sweeter: "Don't talk about those unpleasant things-have you ever thought about it? If you really destroy the ancient Kingdom of Sleep and free all the slaves... what do you want after that?

"Is it to rebuild a country and become king? Or to give up power to the King of Rest who doesn't know if it exists? Or to share power with others and share the land with your brothers?"

“It makes no sense to discuss this kind of thing.”

Hassan said without hesitation: "It's as ridiculous as thinking seriously about how to deal with money from heaven."

"Isn't it meaningless? Or are you afraid to think?"

Morgan said meaningfully: "Or...you still want more?"

"……What do you mean?"

Hassan suddenly savored a little detail from Morgan's words.

He narrowed his eyes and turned around and asked seriously.

The charming smile on Morgan's face dissipated and became serious and serious.

But in this posture, she has a bit more charming fairy-like charm.
Chapter completed!