Chapter 11: Phantom Sound

Before returning to the imperial capital, Rogge reported his itinerary to the emperor in advance, and went to the army organization, military branches, and the list of spoils he carried. The purpose of this return was to report victory to Emperor Feuerbach. If the Delaware Empire had not been captured, there would be such a high-sounding reason to stand in front. As the highest commander of one side, Rogge left the defense zone and led his army into the imperial capital, no matter how he was, it would be a dead end.

In addition, Emperor Feuerbach's achievements on the battlefield in recent years are not worthy of praise, and he is a little bored and panicked. Roger's victory is just at the right time.

The Emperor also wanted to see Rogue again.

In recent years, the two expansions of the empire's territory were brought about by this well-behaved fat man. Although he seemed a little ambitious, he was bold and ruthless in his work. Roger's past actions in the south had long been investigated by the imperial intelligence agencies. However, the heresy sins in the eyes of the Church of Light were not a problem in the Aslofik Empire, and this fat man was indeed easy to use. On the surface, he had limited ability and sometimes he was even more unaware of his work, but his military achievements were there, which was the best proof of his talent.

As for Roger's little ambition... Emperor Feuerbach said to be a hero, believing that he could completely tolerate, suppress, and control Roger. Although this fat man expanded his power and attacked him, many dangerous people around him gathered, but for the upper aristocratic class of the Aslofik Empire, he was an outsider after all. If he really had the appeal and influence, he was far from as strong as Alexander, Straw and Pompei, who had been in business for many years, was really not a problem.

After reading the war report from the Southeast Front, the emperor who likes to attack and kill and fight became itchy again. It happened that the understanding fat man wrote a letter at this time to ask the emperor to lead the army south personally and drive the arrogant Hailar people into the sea to complete the unprecedented feat of winning an outlet in the Longines Sea.

The Emperor was already old, but after a heavy supplement to the dragon bone grass, he seemed to be more than ten years younger. After receiving the fat man's report, the Emperor personally presided over a military meeting and repeatedly discussed the feasibility of using military forces against Hailar. During the lengthy and fierce debates between the court officials, the Emperor listened, mediated, and issued a commander, showing extraordinary energy, as if he had returned to his heyday.

Dozens of princes were all happy to see their father recovering. Each prince looked happy in the past two days. Of course, it is unknown whether their true thoughts in their hearts are consistent with the surface.

The estuary is of great significance to the Aslofik Empire and the Feuerbach Emperor. Although the Longece Sea is vast, it is strictly an inland sea. At the other end of the sea, the narrow and steep 100-mile strait separates the Longece Sea from the vast ocean. Although the value of the estuary on the west coast of the Longece Sea is somewhat discounted, it is also an estuary after all, and it is the dream of many generations of emperors of the empire. Successfully obtaining an estuary is no worse than conquering the Dwarf Empire in the West. After adding this martial arts, the position of Emperor Feuerbach in history is almost about to catch up with the most powerful emperors in the history of the empire.

The Emperor had already begun to like this fat man a little. It would be great if he could always be loyal to the empire, the Emperor sighed.

It seemed like a very bad decision to ration Malika to the fat man. I heard that the princess was unruly and had many troubles. Her actions with the poet's lover in Dresden even broke the rules of the aristocratic class. She did not bring Roger closer to the imperial family as the emperor expected, but instead pushed him farther and farther away.

Emperor Feuerbach became increasingly angry at Marika's propositions, and he began to annoy that the whip was too light. In his mind, women had no status and should not have any of their own opinions. Marika's only value was to win over an important official for the empire with the royal bloodline. That's all.

When the Emperor picked up a small hammer and rang a bell made of mitral on the desk. A moment later, the boss Sarah Wenger walked into the study.

The emperor pondered for a moment and asked, "Sarah Wenger, in your opinion, can I get Roger's loyalty?"

The imperial capital Richelieu is already far away. You can see the colorful and magnificent buildings standing in a jagged manner. If you have good eyesight, you can see the city’s unique means of transportation. The two high-rise boats slowly appearing from the gaps in the buildings, which are actually walking between the crisscrossing waterways.

Rogge no longer rode a car, but instead rode on a high-level battle horse. This was in line with the image of a famous general who commanded thousands of troops to kill the enemy in front of the formation.

When he approached Richelieu, Roger looked at the large crowd of dark people in confusion, not understanding what was going on. It was not until people saw the flying blood-colored battle flag and burst into a tide of cheers that Roger realized that these people were actually here to greet him.

According to the imperial practice, a welcome ceremony will be arranged only when a general who made great contributions returns to the imperial capital. Rogge did expand the territory and make great contributions to the empire. However, the Principality of Secret still exists on the front line he was responsible for. Although no one thinks that this brave little priest can continue to survive, since the war has not completely subsided, Rogge's contribution has not been assessed for the time being, so there should be no welcome ceremony for this return.

These people who greeted him were completely spontaneous!

The fat man himself never expected that there would be such a hero-like triumphal. It was so inexplicable. He had always been suspicious and pondered repeatedly about whether there would be any conspiracy in this, or whether he would simply change directions and enter the city from another city gate.

A sound of hooves sounded behind him, and Robertsky slapped his horse and rushed up.

"My dear military power is indeed invincible! Look, even the people in the imperial capital admire you so much! Oh, is this Richelieu? It is indeed the number one city in the northern country. Compared with it, Tiffany is really too stingy. It is much more difficult for you to conquer the hearts of the imperial capital than conquering an empire!"

Roger stopped the team and frowned at the crowd in the distance, saying, "What's going on?"

Robertsky immediately said, "This is obvious. The bravery of the people in the north are the warriors. The Aslofik Empire has always paid attention to military merits. Think about it, when you start a war, you hold up the bloody flags and capture the Delaware Empire that General Frederick could not do for ten years like a mountain collapse and tsunami. Your march is like lightning, and you will be invincible in the battle. You will be able to conquer Delaware in one million corpses and blood flow thousands of miles away. Such military merits! Even Frederick can be called the empire's famous general, so what about you? You are the new military god of the empire! The civilians in the empire like it, no, it is normal to worship you! What is this small welcome scene?"

Roger said lightly: "I slaughtered a few cities and killed many people."

"You are all enemies of the empire, so naturally the more you kill, the better. Moreover, the dead are not their relatives. Who would care about these? In the past, although there was no massacre of the city, there were not many living people left. When Alexander made his name to attack the Dwarf Empire, he heard that there were five million dwarves killed!" Robertsky said in this way.

Roger nodded, and he naturally knew about this. However, he was reluctant to enter the city so swagger. But since the crowd had discovered him, it was impossible. If he insisted on avoiding it, it would only make the population more substantial.

The fat man frowned and said to Robertsky: "The word "God of War" is not allowed to mention it to anyone in the future! Go to the city!"

This is the first time Rogge has experienced what it means to greet him in a crossroads.

The young men on both sides of the avenue were all excited. They shouted, showing their powerful muscles, hoping to be noticed by Roger and join his guard. In addition to fanatical worship, there was also more spring love in the girl's eyes. Although some older people are not as impulsive as young people, the fanaticism in their eyes is not bad at all.

This was also the first time that the civilians in the imperial capital carefully observed Rogge. The fat man's ordinary and kind face was not at all consistent with the heroic image in people's minds, but the two blood-colored battle flags behind him that sounded violently in the cold wind made their blood boil! They couldn't help but imagine that the dark red flag that was almost purple-black should have been stained with the blood of many enemies!

"If they were asked to see the real scene after the massacre, what would these people think and do?" Roger slowly moved forward amid the tide of cheers.

But he felt that the world did not seem to be real, everything around him was so far away from him, everything was like a big dream.

Although these cheering people were born in the Aslofik Empire, which is glorious with war, most of them would never see the cruel and cruel side of the battlefield in their entire lives, let alone the situation where millions of souls drifted with the wind after the massacre of the city. They would only be dazzled by the halo on the heads of the winners, and would not see the hell under the light and shadow; they thought they could smell the rich blood in the halo, and they were trembling with excitement, but would they still be so fanatic when they really scoop up the blood of their hands like a vast ocean?

Roger smiled coldly at his heart. The blood-colored battle flag behind him will continue to fly, and the color of the flag will become darker. But as Robertsky said, although there are thousands of dead people, they are all others. What does it have to do with him? He has never been a person who cares about the country and the people, and loves the people as his children. He was not in the past, not in the present, not in the future, and not in the future.

Sooner or later, the empire will open a passage to the south. These people live on the road pointed by the imperial army and will die sooner or later. Death now, the countless resentful souls can still be used to awaken Fengyue.

If he could let his men bear the name of killing, Rogue would never hesitate at all. However, none of his men had such responsibility. Among the people who followed him, Charlie had such a talent, but unfortunately he had died in the battlefield.

Roger suddenly felt that his hands were wet and greasy, as if they were covered with blood that had not yet been completely solidified. He raised his right hand and looked carefully. The hands were clear and clean, spotless, without any stains, and did not look like a hand with powerful strength.

But as soon as the fat man closed his eyes, he would see that his hands were covered with dark red and sticky liquid.

"But Fengyue needs soul..." Rogue thought. For some reason, all the desires and real thoughts in his heart surfaced at this moment, and were magnified thousands of times.

"Since she needs it, since no one helps me, I'll kill it myself..." He closed his eyes, licked his fingertips gently, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was tasting the smell of blood.

Crack! In a gloomy basement, the crystal ball placed on the central altar suddenly cracked. After a violent shaking, Roger's image inside twisted for a few times and then disappeared.

Then a large stream of blood surged out of the cracked crystal ball, dyeing the snow-white altar bright red in a blink of an eye!

A mage wrapped in a black robe staggered a few steps and fell head-on to the altar. The mage struggled to hold up his upper body, avoiding the blood gushing out of the cracks of the crystal ball like a spring, and touched the wind hood in the dodge, revealing half of his face. Looking at the beautiful outline, delicate skin and purple-black lips, he should be a pretty beautiful woman. But the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth was strange purple-blue.

The female mage finally stood up straight and wiped the blood from the corners of her lips with her robe sleeves. Surprisingly, what was poked out from her cuffs was not the slender fingers of the human beauty, but several dancing tentacles.

"How could his mental power be so strong? I just tried to guide his emotions, but even the Dark Blood Crystal could not withstand the mental shock and fluctuations. This was his unconscious shock. If it was a full-strength fight back..." The female mage's voice was low and hoarse, with a strange charm. But halfway through her words, she was interrupted by a violent cough.

An extremely ugly creaking sound rang out in a corner of the basement, sounding like laughter. The voice immediately said, "I told you a long time ago not to try to touch his soul. Haha, have you suffered? You soul-guiding masters are so arrogant! Humph, how many years have you become a soul-guiding master, and you also want to touch his soul? It's almost the same for your mentor!"

The female mage said viciously: "Shut up! I can't touch his soul, can't I deal with you? I can't extinguish your faint soul fire!"

The voice in the corner laughed a few more times, and then said, "How much is the world you see in your shallow eyes? Look at your pitiful look now, I won't bully you. When your magic power is fully restored, if you are willing to test the strength of my soul, you will be welcome at any time! Actually, I still say the same thing, it's almost the same for your mentor!"

The female mage was so angry that waves surged in her robe, but she ended up just throwing down a vicious sentence: "You will pay the price for your rudeness!"

"Although the younger soul-guiding masters are all arrogant and ignorant guys, because it is not easy for you to come here, I still want to warn you not to try to do anything to him. I have been observing him for a long time, but instinct tells me that I must not get close to him."

"Coward!" the female mage spat.

She attracted another ruthless ridicule: "He is the one chosen by the princess! The princess's eyes are better than those of you, right?"

The female mage was speechless for a moment, and then said angrily: "Why can't I see how strong he is?"

"Look at the blood on your sleeves! You will know how strong he is!"

Roger was unaware of everything that happened in the dark. He was just immersed in his emotions until he was in front of the imperial capital.

Robsky followed Roger all the way, and looked around and said, "Lord Roger, your prince's mansion... seems to be a little shabby!"

"Just live occasionally, there is no need to worry about it." Roger walked forward with his hands behind his back and said lightly.

"But sir, this is not the case. Your status is very unusual now. I see that in the imperial political arena, except for Alexander, Pompei and Straw, you will be the next one. This time you return to the capital with such military merits, there will definitely be officials of all sizes to express your loyalty to you. Of course, these people cannot be as unconditional loyal as me. If they see your mansion so shabby, they will probably be a little shaken. Although they can only be used when they are useful, they cannot be recruited by others. Besides, I heard that Pompei, Straw and others in the imperial capital are all brilliant, gorgeous, luxurious, and full of atmosphere. If you live so simply, wouldn't you be criticizing them for being extravagant?"

Roger was slightly surprised, looked at Robertsky with his head in a sideways and said, "You know a lot!"

Under Roger's gaze, Robertsky's legs began to tremble for some reason, and his lips became scared to death: "Sir! The villain has been studying the political situation in the north, all for survival! Think about it, when did the villain... the villain follow you... have ever had a heart?"

Roger laughed and said, "What are you afraid of doing like that! What you said makes sense. Well, this place is indeed a bit simple, but it's too troublesome to change the place. Starting tomorrow, you'll be responsible for repairing it."

Robertsky was overjoyed. Civil engineering has always been a fat man, and it is also the most direct and convenient way to please Roger.

Roger waved Robsky back and walked into the study alone, sitting quietly and meditating.
Chapter completed!