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"Unite in the name of Naseril, hold up the flag of arcane and civilization! We are the guardian of civilization, and a bright future is created in our hands..."

Accompanied by the three sounds of salutes, the military band in white dresses blew the trombone, and the melody of the National Anthem of Naserel "The Flag of Arcane and Civilization" echoed in the air. The soldiers who had just changed into new military uniforms also hurriedly arranged into several square formations and started singing with their throats.

The Inca soldiers drawn from Xipan Port also stood up and raised their chests and raised their backs, embroidering their spirits to welcome the review of their monarchs. Although most of these guys' clothes were ragged and their weapons were still in the "Semi-Stone Age", they were not at all in line with this warship representing the most advanced civilization, the most advanced productivity and the highest technical level. However, through the fanaticism and excitement in their eyes, it is easy to see the lofty prestige of Tkumse among his own military and civilians.

On the side of the railing of the ship, the heroic dark elf female soldiers waved the colorful flags and paper flowers, and even threw warm kisses to the eagle knights who were about to land. The cheers and charming eyes of the girls were so enthusiastic that they were so shocked that the war eagles rolled up and down in the air, almost falling down the poor knight on their backs.

Because the reputation of "Immortal Bird" and "King of the Mountains" is so well-known, there are many worships in the military and folk of various countries, and at the same time, it is also to show the "style of a great country" in Naserier. Despite the hasty work, the leaders on the ship still tried their best to finally get together a pretty decent welcome ceremony. Finally, considering the urgent military situation, the two great arcane masters who like to squander public funds did not continue to waste and insisted on holding another grand welcome banquet...

Amid the melodious drums and music, even His Majesty Tekumse, who had been fighting for a long time, was dizzy by the salute and cheers. As soon as he jumped onto the deck, Princess Azhisha, who had been confused with tears, couldn't wait to let out a moan, and plunged into the arms of his father regardless of concern. Tears and snot were wiped all over him. Tekumse was either beating or scolding for a moment, and stood there with great embarrassment. She was embarrassed and upset. Thinking that he was almost separated from his favorite little daughter, he couldn't help but feel sad, and she burst into tears. For a moment, she couldn't help but hold her head and cry with Azhisha.

Faced with such a touching reunion scene, including the old monk Jingshui Youhu surviving the mainland envoy group, they all suppressed their equal excitement, and stood by with the volunteer officers with a smile, applauding and celebrating the father and daughter. In the slightly farther welcome crowd, although there were applause, there were more disappointing sighs and whistles - that was because the fan group only saw an ordinary old man after looking forward to it. And consciously felt that the idol image was shattered.

But this was originally a wishful fantasy: Who has ever stipulated that the talented military strategist who won the decisive battle? He must be a handsome handsome man?

After the father and daughter expressed their feelings of separation, they put on military dresses and fake Feili stood up, as the commander of the Volunteer Army, the Captain Xiangrui, the commander of the Giant Bear Legion, and the commander of the mysterious Fire Fleet... In short, it was the territory of such a group of thugs who gave a welcome speech and gave a rough introduction to the Majesty the main officers.

Then, on the spacious rear deck of Xiangrui, Tecumse finally saw his eager Naserel Volunteer Army-the giant bear army formed again, an absolute third-rate miscellaneous army.

It is very regrettable that even if the sailors and comrades who are completely unable to fight, this poor miscellaneous unit currently has only 4,000 troops. Moreover, because of the hasty formation and the training is not good, it is full of a casual style of carelessness. Considering the residual influence of the altitude sickness, the mental outlook of the entire army is really not optimistic, which makes Tkumse feel extremely disappointed.

However, the large number of the ship cabins was enough to replace all the weapons of all the direct troops, as well as the huge amount of food and fodder filled with tens of thousands of tons, which effectively comforted His Majesty the King of the Mountains, who was seriously injured because he was not valued. Of course, these things were not free. However, as long as you could buy supplies, it was better than the current dilemma of having money and having nowhere to purchase them.

However, even though Tecumsey had adjusted its mentality, the meeting process between the leaders of both sides was still gradually shrouded in a rather strange atmosphere without any comrades. In the temporary venue set up in the officer cafeteria, whether it was the Inca King Tecumsey, Colonel Fili Taylor, the commander of the Neserel Volunteer Army, or the main escort of both sides, they were all nervous at this moment, smiling bitterly, but helpless.

The center of the low pressure that led to this collective melancholy was a man, two woman and three old acquaintances who were fighting in the middle of the room... Well, it was a lich, a vampire and a god.

"...Oh, the respected Lord of Glory? It's been a long time since I saw you."

Looking at the familiar and majestic figure, the fat lich with a vulgar appearance shivered suddenly. He stood blankly on the red carpet that had just been laid, rubbing ten fat fingers unnaturally, with a rather gloomy expression.

"When was the last time I met you? Let me think about it... it must have been more than 2,500 years! Thank you for your blessing, I will never have any descendants in my next life! My family will be defeated by this!" He said with some hatred.

"If it was the time when you were sentenced to your life impotence because of the beastly behavior of a female disciple, it was indeed so long. But if the latest meeting, that is, the time when you asked you to help stop Karthas from becoming a god, it seemed that the lady in white, who was only 223 colors, was still shining. She said slowly.

"Since the destruction of the Naserel Empire in the Year of the Broken Year, I have never seen you old faces again... Alas, that was a nightmare. The floating city crashed one after another, the great arcane escaped and fled to death, and finally even the empire was destroyed... Why did you lazy people refuse to move and talk at that time? Go and persuade or stop Karthas's crazy behavior?"

After hearing the Sun Goddess's questioning, the fat lich, who had always been selfish, had no blushing face or beating, but just rolled her eyes carelessly, and then immediately retorted.

"Tsk tsk, you think too much. I am just a bad guy who can't even get his wife. What does the crash of the floating city have to do with me? I have always liked to live in the cave and never lived in the sky. How could ordinary people like me who have no say in such a big thing as the destruction of the country be able to intervene at will? At that time, the big guys at the joint meeting were watching, and I, an ordinary arcane, join in the fun? How could I, a arduous task like revitalizing the empire, be given to those passionate men with ambitions. For a mediocre person, I only care about living my own life well... Besides, even if the empire is destroyed, wouldn't there be a ruthless character named Xia Duo to revive it? Otherwise, where do you think the army in front of you comes from?"

"And don't say yourself so clean!" The female vampire professor interrupted angrily. "In the catastrophe that led to the destruction of the First Empire, the culprit was Shar, the goddess of dark night who came up with bad ideas, but did you, a hypocritical hypocrite, not have you partnered with Shar to trick Karthas? It's just that you are too stupid and were plotted at the beginning, and it was too late to see it!"

Without any mental preparation, suddenly heard the long-lost secret, and the sun goddess's face changed drastically.

"Uh, how did you know...Damn. What are you talking nonsense?"

"Hehe. I claim to be a clear and obsessed with the law, but I didn't even see this person's true face?"

The fat lich patted the female professor's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't look like a weak beauty now, she is hiding the soul of that person in her body... Yes, yes, don't open her mouth so wide. This female vampire named Rebeca is Karthas's reincarnation! The entanglements of that era should be discussed by you two!"

"How is Kalsas... possible..."

The sun goddess stared at the old friend who had completely changed from appearance to gender in a daze. She was speechless for a moment and could not speak. And Rebeca, who had revealed her identity by Owo, was biting her lip and silent, just looking at Amanata with a complicated look, not knowing whether it was joy or anger.

For a moment, some awkward and strange atmosphere spread in this small space. Perhaps because of the influence of this atmosphere, people were whispering to each other and whispering one after another. In addition to the howling cold wind outside, it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard.

The embarrassing silence lasted for a moment, and finally Amanata coughed lightly and spoke first.

"Kalsas... After so many years, I didn't expect you to be reincarnated as you looked like this... Are you doing well?"

"It can only be said to be a careless person!" Rebecca replied lightly, with no joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on his face. "Maybe it was because Karthas lived too freely in that life, and he had been in a very miserable life in the next few lives... But what about you? It seems that you were resurrected more than a thousand years ago! Why don't you return to the Golden God's throne in the Pantheon, but hide in such a countryside as a local rich man?"

The so-called Pantheon is actually a coordination organization created by the gods of the Feren continent. It exists in the astral realm of the gods, but is transcendently independent of all the kingdoms of gods. Every real god has the right to obtain a golden throne in it while he is enthroned. In terms of its function, it is about the same as the United Nations General Assembly in another world or the earlier international alliance - in theory, it is the place where all the gods gather, discuss and judge.

The reason for adding a "theory" is not only because the members of the Pantheon are limited, but also because there are many "non-member states" like the League of Nations, but also because the local rulings made by this institution are as binding as the United Nations General Assembly - among the gods, there are also people who use arbitration books to placate the table.

But no matter what, being able to have one of its own golden thrones in the Pantheon is a symbol of identity after all, and it also represents recognition in the right. Just like in another world, many countries do not take the United Nations seriously, but still want to become a member of the United Nations. It is a truth to splash money everywhere and squeeze their heads.

Therefore, Amanata was clearly qualified to return to the Pantheon, but he took the initiative to give up the Golden God's throne and even ran to this wild land in the eyes of the Faren gods and changed his appearance to be a black household registration. It was a bit puzzled... It was roughly as strange as the royal family of a certain king in another world who had successfully restored the royal family but refused to join the United Nations.

"Return to the Pantheon? What am I going there to do?"

Regarding this standard suggestion, Amanata rolled his eyes and sneered, "Although this place is barren and remote. At least 30 million Incas worship me and believe in me, but in the continent of Feren, there are still a few people who remember me? Should they go and compete with Ransendel, Tyr and Pelo for the former priesthood, and then be beaten by them? Let's save money. With my current strength of being extremely disappointed, even with the help of Savras Scepter, I am not an opponent of any of them. My popularity is not as good as that of Sulun. I can bring a large number of allies to support me at any time... What's more, when the King of Gods Ao was still there, how could he indulge me, the thorn head who was framed by him, return to the astral world?"

She sighed with a little resentment, "Although people always say that I lack the wisdom to know people, I still have this minimum self-knowledge!"

"Ao also got into that incident?" Rebecca was very surprised. "At that time, he seemed to have not become the King of Gods, but just an outsider!"

"That's right. So he first released the Ferin Demon Aoi to rage. Then he tricked Shar into setting up this plan, giving the most powerful color-resistant divine attack at that time. Only then did he successfully ascend the throne to the king..."

Amanata sighed helplessly and explained resentfully, "Okay, now it's your turn to not open your mouth so big. That's right, you, me, the first magic goddess Mithriel, and Sar, are actually all plotted by him. You and I are dead and destroyed, but why are she, Ms. Ye, lost her priesthood and her divine power severely declined? This is a conspiracy without victory! Speaking of which, we all have to thank your new master, if it weren't for this third-generation magic

The Goddess of the Law interrogation, I don’t know when this revenge will be avenged!" For a moment, Rebecca’s expression suddenly became unstable, as if considering the authenticity of this statement, and an embarrassing silence appeared again in the venue. Others wanted to smooth things over, but when they thought that these people were either gods or great arcanes, they had to stand back in disappointment, continue to look at their noses and hearts, and learn advanced experience from the ostrich buried in the sand.

At the end, it was not a big deal to continue the stalemate, so Di Feili had to stand up as the commander. Although both sides of the dispute had used him to use his ten courage to provoke the fierce character, the warship was about to fly to the battlefield of the Temple of Time, and the coordination between the two armies had not yet started at all. He had to grit his teeth and approach it, carefully trying to persuade and explain.

"Ahem, the respected Lord of Glory and my dearest teacher, so many years have passed since the demise of the First Empire. It is really meaningless to us now. Teacher, please be generous and don't care so much...Oh!"

Poor that before he could say a few words, he was pinched under his arm by the "dearest teacher" who was in a bad mood, twisting his fists around the ground, and screaming with pain.

"Who told you to be troublesome? And you didn't even talk to your teacher and lover... Do you want to kneel on the washboard or hit the ** tonight? Well, it's good to have a meal with Renee!" "Woooo, no! Why am I so unlucky? I was just bitten to death yesterday morning. If this continues, I will definitely get anemia and impotence..." Feiri cried with tears.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Amanata looked at Feili's delicate and delicate little face again. At first, she was stunned, and then she showed a slightly sarcastic expression.

"Oh, old guy, your criteria for choosing students have changed! I remember that your former students seemed to be all the men who could run on their arms. Now they have found such a beautiful doll... Well, it seems that they are still having a teacher-student relationship? Alas, it's so unpure, not pure!"

After hearing this, although he was enduring the destruction of the "Rebecca iron fist", Feiri still blushed. Adhering to the general principle of "the more he quarreled, the more he became digressive" and "expanding the attack surface" in the quarrel, the two thousand-year-old fairies also took the focus of the dispute from the responsibility for the catastrophe accident, and gradually shifted the issue of personal style.

"Well, what about having a teacher-student relationship? It's better than if you are not liked by a man in your life, you have to curse the prisoner to ejaculate for thousands of years!"

Rebeca didn't care about Amanatta's moral condemnation. After swaying gently, he put down Feili, took out the silver cigarette box and lit a cigarette for himself. While spitting out the cigarette rings, he retorted with a bad expression.

"As the saying goes, thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, fifty is like a ground, and you can absorb soil when sitting on the ground. And you seem to have more than 5,000... By the way, even Shangtia, the old woman with yellow face facing the loess and back facing the sky, has been eating tender grass in recent centuries. She has brought the young angry young Lan Sendel to her hands. As the only goddess who has never had any scandals, I wonder what methods do you usually use to solve the following problems? Eggplant? Carrot? Not? Oh, I understand."

She slammed her high-high and made an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh my God, may you have the potential to use a mace? Haha, I believe that the pain lady Aimetta must be happy to share your experience with you. Do you want me to contact you?"

Everyone present fell into this explosive inference. Fortunately, most Incas didn't understand the difficult Naserel language very well. Those who could understand were more scheming. This did not cause serious bloody conflicts on the spot - they were all believers of the Sun Goddess. At least, the high priest Manuel who had just been saved by the Sun Goddess was absolutely not allowed to suffer any insults, and were willing to defend her dignity with her life.

Strangely, after encountering this humiliation that was enough to make ordinary people furious and cerebral hemorrhage, Amanata himself did not react too much. Instead, he blinked his eyes and pushed back his words without a smile.

"Oh, don't say that bad. Indeed, you are not only more acquainted with men than me, but also acquainted with women. Unfortunately, there seems to be some problems with both of them at the time of occurrence... Hello, that cute bald little girl."

Amanata, tall, suddenly bent down and pinched Feili's face with a smile, "Big sister wants to ask you a question, is your teacher attacking or suffering in bed?"

"puff!"

Under such a strong mental impact, Feiri, who was holding a teacup and drinking water, suddenly turned into a water-shooting fish, and then coughed repeatedly. Rebecca also suddenly shuddered and almost swallowed the cigarette in her stomach. Her pretty face became even more ugly than eating a fly.

The others were silent on the surface, but they all raised their ears in secret... Everyone has the heart to eavesdrop on *. At this moment, they all seemed to be paparazzi in later generations, and the gossip soul was already burning!

"Hey, what do you mean!" Rebeca scolded angrily, but his eyebrows were filled with panic that could not be concealed.

"It's nothing, I'm just saying some facts." Amanata smiled and glanced at Rebecca's stinking face, and said slowly, "It seems that this is not the first time you have sex with this thing, and you are all gay - this life is gl lace, bl gay in the previous life, and a little bitch... Well, it seems that even Shado, the later Emperor, was also a student of this gay in the beginning... Haha, at that time, there was a joke that was widely circulated in private: Karthas's eyes are also great arcane level, and the water poured in can fill the narrow sea much more!"

Hearing this shocking secret that was shaking by the goddess, the officers were all stunned by this nuclear bomb-level gossip storm, and almost got their chins on the spot. And Feiri couldn't even care about coughing. In his eyes, Rebeca's head suddenly had a golden word "As rotten as the East China Sea, suffering from the South Mountain"...

The female vampire professor is almost madly angry.

"Damn it! Do you, an old virgin, still have the demeanor of a god? You can eat food randomly, but you can't talk nonsense! When did I become a lace border and a little sucker? You probably don't have eyes on yourself!"

"Woo! No! I don't have a genital sensuality..."

"Damn, what are you doing?"

In order to enhance the persuasion, Rebeca, who was furious and frightened, actually pulled down Filidi's pants. The sudden attack of the bald sissy made a cute whine, and also made Amanata, who had never seen a male reproductive organ in her life, feasted her eyes for a while. She was so scared that she hurriedly covered her eyes, but she was still one step late, and looked at everything she shouldn't have to look at...

And the culprit is still showing off with pride.

"Look. Although it looks like a doll, it is actually a real little man!"

Amanatta's face flushed for a moment, Feri almost fell down when he heard it, Renee and Owo smiled with their mouths covering their mouths.

As for the others... while having strange expressions, they also had new insights and experiences about the statement that "anger can reduce people's IQ"... At least, Feili, who is quite sensitive to hearing, has heard them whispering unhealthy topics such as shemale, anal, and two-way plugs.

Under the destruction of such a fierce gossip storm, seeing that everyone was no longer interested in discussing military affairs, Feili couldn't wait, holding her pants in one hand and holding Tekumse's arm in the other, and squeezed out the crowd that had already been "smoothed" and wanted to find a quiet place to discuss the combat plan privately. Otherwise, the next step would be impossible to start - this territory is someone else's land after all. The volunteer army can't take over the main points, right?

The problem is that his face was now shy and angrily red, his embarrassment, and his stiff pace of limping because of a broken belt... It is really easy to misunderstand - the soldiers and sailors he met along the way all looked strange when saluting, and his erratic gaze always turned toward Tkumse's and Feili's... It was almost time to come up and ask, sir, did you forget to let the other party apply lubricant when you did that?

But Feili felt almost overwhelmed at this moment. She didn't notice the unusual ambiguousness in her subordinate's eyes.

After walking around for a few times, he found that no matter which cabin, there was a fan group, holding a notebook, eager to try. He surrounded the three layers inside and three layers outside, and wanted to get Tecumse's signature. With no choice, he had to drag Tecumse to his own bedroom with only coffin and locked the door with a slam...

This behavior seemed very normal to the two parties involved, but in the eyes of some people who are interested, it made the rumor that the "legion commander has a small tendency to suffer recently" even more convincing...

However, this is all a future problem. The only thing Feili cares about now is how to successfully complete the rescue operation of the Temple of Time without paying too much casualties - the Giant Bear Legion is just a few pieces, and it really cannot afford to consume it.

Obviously, this is a rather difficult task.

"...I'm very sorry, Your Majesty, today's scene made you laugh. We definitely did not intend to destroy the cooperation between the two sides, but we specially humiliated His Highness, the Goddess of the Sun, whom we respected in your country. However, the grievances accumulated over the past few thousand years ago... I have no way to persuade you, and I can't control you even if I want to!"

After entering the room, Feiyi sat on the edge of the coffin where she usually sleeps, rubbing the numb sun, while sighing and apologizing to Tekumse.

"Haha, it's okay. A great arcane who is only one step away from the gods will naturally be a bit unique in character, regardless of the details... I can understand all these, and I am very clear about your difficulties."

Tecumsey forced out a polite smile, then glanced around, and was surprised to find that there were no chairs or sand in the room, full of wreaths, banners and black and white portraits...

While secretly complaining about why the other party found a mourning hall to discuss matters, he had to sit down on the floor of another coffin, then took out a few cakes from the dessert box held next to the wreath, and ate them in big mouthfuls. After such a long time of air travel, he fought fiercely with a large number of gods, and coupled with an angry diplomatic meeting, the old man was so hungry that he was starving.

"Sorry. It's too late to hold a banquet. You can eat something to fill your stomach first."
To be continued...