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Chapter 1822 Wildflowers in the Wilderness (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Dawn in the wilderness outside the city
The man in military uniform lowered his gaze, looking at the ruined palace in front of him, the countless animal carcasses lying there, and a few staggering figures standing among the corpses. He calmly said, "So, did you achieve your goal?"

“Ullens,” the leader of the group said, pressing his chest and wiping the blood from his mouth. He looked up at the man in military uniform, “your injuries are no worse than ours, so why are you forcing yourself to stay here?”

“I’m standing here not to put on a brave face,” the man in military uniform calmly glanced at the group in front of him. “I’m just telling you that I still have the strength to spare.”

He raised his hand, and specks of red light gathered in his palm. The surrounding space rippled like waves, vaguely revealing the blurry world beneath.

“The underworld has returned, and large-scale war deaths will no longer cause undead calamities,” one of the standing figures raised his head and looked at the man in military uniform. “Ullens, we acknowledge that you are strong, but we hope that you can abide by the common agreement among angels and not participate in the war between the federal city-states. Otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to stop us from attacking together.”

“I can do it,” the man in military uniform calmly withdrew his hand, looked at the figures, and asked in a low voice, “Can you do it?”

The figures exchanged glances. "Of course we can do it too, and we will also make sure others can do it."

"I hope you will keep your promise." Upon hearing this, the man in military uniform withdrew his hand, and his body instantly transformed into a beam of light, disappearing into the horizon.

The remaining figures exchanged glances and then disappeared into the horizon.

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Irons

A noblewoman in a burgundy dress stood before the desolate ruins, watching as machines cleared the debris and quickly filled it with new concrete.

"Aren't you going to put up some equipment here?" She turned to the young man beside her and asked slowly, "Erect a statue, build a tombstone or something, or make a small park or something."

“It is said that many citizens have suggested doing this,” the young man said slowly. “The city government of Irons was originally planning to do the same, but it was rejected by that person from Graystone Palace. You know, in Irons, that person from Graystone Palace has the greatest power.”

"Was it the one from Graystone Palace who denied it, or did you instigate him to deny it?" The noblewoman took a cigarette out of her pocket, put it in her mouth, and lit it with a cigarette lighter.

“We don’t need to do that,” the young man shook his head, looking at the figures gathered at the edge of the construction site, slowly placing bouquets of flowers. “After all, it’s just a park tombstone; it doesn’t cost us any money. If the people of Ains need it, then let’s build it.”

He paused slightly, "The one from Greystone Palace didn't completely deny it, but said that Mr. Hawke's achievements were too great, truly saving the city. A small statue or tombstone is not enough. He plans to build a new national cemetery and place Mr. Hawke's tombstone at the entrance of this cemetery."

"So you're planning to drag this out until after the war?" the noblewoman chuckled. "Afraid that erecting a monument to Hawke now will sway public opinion towards Christos?"

She removed the cigarette holder from her mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke. "What a stingy guy, he can't even do the bare minimum. How did he even become president?"

“You know,” the young man said slowly, bowing his head, “he wasn’t elected, nor did he get the position through his own abilities.”

"So why did you come to see me today?" The noblewoman lowered her head, looked at the young man, and asked slowly.

“Mr. Mette is dead, and there are even fewer people in the family who can shoulder the burden, so the council sent me to find you,” the young man said slowly, bowing his head. “These are turbulent times, and the family needs some pillars of strength.”

"They don't know that I informed the president and had him killed?" The lady glanced at the young man and laughed. "Those old guys, they can pretend they didn't see that?"

“Mrs. Medara, you are joking,” the young man said slowly, bowing his head. “The council apologizes to you for what Mr. Mette did before. If you are willing to return to the family, Mr. Mette’s former room will be reserved for you, as will the shares and influence he once managed.”

"What a temptation," the lady took a drag of her cigarette and sighed deeply. "If it were before, I probably would have already gone to the council and been bowing and scraping to those old fogies."

She gazed at the ruins before her, at the setting sun at the edge of the city, and thought, "It's a pity I don't need it anymore."

She turned around, her back to the setting sun, and walked towards the bright red sports car parked on the side of the street.

"Mrs. Medara!" The young man panicked and shouted, "Where are you going?"

“Go see the world,” she said, as the setting sun cast its glow on the woman’s graceful figure and swaying dress. She waved her hand slightly, her fingertips tracing the hazy sunset light. “The Ellison family’s castle is too small.”

-

"The Nolanca Group's First and Second Mercenary Regiments defeated the mercenary alliance led by the Menshu Group in the southern plains of Vikat City, and then rushed to support Dawn City in a day and night."

"The city defense forces of Dawn City and the mercenary group of the Nolanca Group launched a joint attack from both inside and outside, defeating the conglomerate's allied forces and lifting the siege of Dawn City."

"It is understood that Graystone Palace issued an order requiring the two Central Divisions stationed in the northern part of Dawn City to participate in the operation, but the two divisions encountered stormy weather while heading south and were blocked by the city defense forces of Kka, a sister city of Dawn City, and failed to reach their destination on time."

"In the end, the consortium alliance was defeated and retreated to Monite City, hundreds of kilometers away from Dawn City, to regroup."

"Mayor Christos of Dawn City held a press conference, stating that President Skevis's mobilization of the Central Army and corporate forces to besiege the federal city violated the Federal Constitution. According to the Federal Constitution, President Skevis should be convicted of treason and removed from office, and a new election should be held."

"At the same time, Christos said that the assassination of former President Keminda is still under investigation, but it is likely related to current President Skevis. The city of Dawn has requested the FBI to participate in the investigation of the former president's assassination and to find concrete evidence of the current president's betrayal of the federal government."

"Greystone Palace held a press conference stating that Dawn City is highly suspected of involvement in the assassination of the former president. Greystone Palace has also requested the FBI to participate in the investigation and stated that Dawn City has been completely controlled by the cult led by Christos."

"Graystone Palace stated that the Federation's attack on Dawn City was not aimed at overthrowing the Dawn City government, but rather at eliminating the cult organizations in Dawn City and restoring the normal operation of Dawn City."

"Multiple cities, including Winter, Mint, Kaya, and Elan, held press conferences to express their support for Dawn City and their desire to arrest President Skevis on charges of betraying the Union and to hold a new election."

"It is understood that senators and representatives from many cities have already pushed for the impeachment of the president in the federal parliament, and the FBI has also launched an in-depth secret investigation into the assassination of the former president."

"The city government of Whitland held a press conference to express its opposition, stating that Dawn City was the destabilizing factor in the Federation that was deliberately instigating civil war."

"Greystone Palace has not responded to this, but it is understood that more Central Army troops are being transferred to the vicinity of Dawn City, and more corporate mercenary groups are also being transferred to the eastern part of the Federation."

"Winter, Elan, and several other cities, along with Dawn, issued a joint statement demanding that the president halt the current troop movements, end the war on Dawn, and await the conclusion of the FBI investigation; otherwise, they will unite to defend federal order."

"Some commentators believe that the Union is now on the brink of civil war, while others believe that the Union Civil War has already begun."

"The above is the full coverage of this event. Irons Post brings you exclusive coverage. Scan the QR code below or click the link below the video to follow our official website and subscribe to our membership for more in-depth analysis and reports."

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new underworld

Bright light shone on the vast plains.

A slender young man stood in the middle of the field, looking up at the distant clouds and mist.

In the swirling mist, a figure sitting upright in a high-backed chair seemed to be sitting in the deepest part of the mist, appearing and disappearing in the light.

“Erian?” A freckled girl stepped out from behind the young man. She looked up at the figure in the hazy clouds in the distance. “You’re looking at that throne again.”

She stood beside the young man, looking up at the high-backed chair in the clouds. "Ever since this world stabilized, the figure on that throne seems to have never moved. I tried to enter that cloud before, but no matter which way I went, I always came out in another direction. I couldn't go in. They all say that the figure on the throne is dead."

She turned to look at Elian, "But I don't think that's possible. After all, everyone here is dead. If they're dead, they're alive. The figure on the throne must still be alive!"

“Actually, this is quite good,” Elian said, slowly turning his gaze from the towering figure to the girl beside him, and smiling. “Why did you come here again?”

“I just went to town,” the girl smiled, took out a paper bag from her hand, and handed it to Elian. “Didn’t you say you started a flower garden? I brought you some flower seeds.”

"Thank you." Elian reached out and took the paper bag from the girl.

"There are sunflowers, roses, wild roses, and some flower seeds that I don't recognize. The florist gave them to me without charging me," the girl said excitedly, standing beside Elian.

"Thank you," Elion bent down, picked up the hoe from the ground, turned around, and walked towards the hillside behind him. "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful at such a young age."

"How can you talk like that?" The freckled girl followed behind him, her face flushed. "I just died young and was trapped here a long time ago. If you count the birth dates, I'm five years older than you. You should call me 'older sister'."

“Okay, okay.” Elian nodded gently.

"Oh, right, I heard from the new recruits," the girl said, walking down the street, quickly forgetting what had just happened, "that there seems to be a war up up there?"

“Isn’t there a constant war going on up there?” Elion said slowly.

“The fighting is getting even fiercer now,” the girl said, hands on her hips, trying to mimic the tone of a middle-aged man. “They say the president has gathered a lot of people and is waging war against Dawn City, and many other cities have been drawn into it.”

"Are there many deaths in war?" El-Erian asked in a low voice.

“They all say there are a lot,” the girl shook her head, gazing at the sunlight at the edge of the sky, “but I don’t think there are many. I’ve looked closely, and there are actually many more people who starve to death and die from disease, but they are so common that no one pays attention to them.”

She put her hands on her hips and looked at the sky. "Actually, I think it's pretty good here. At least you won't starve or get sick. It's just a bit boring."

“You can ‘die’ here too,” Elion said slowly as he descended the hillside. “Those who starve or die of disease, their souls are already very weak from the long-term torment. They can’t stay here for long and quickly dissipate. Many were so hungry that they disappeared on the way here.”

He glanced at the girl. "We, the original 'sacrifices,' have almost no tendency to dissipate because we shared a bit of spirituality during the creation of this world. But most people here will eventually dissipate."

“My dad died of illness because we couldn’t afford medical treatment, and my mom starved to death,” the girl looked up at the sky. “Those gangs captured me. I thought they would sell me to a strip club, but I ended up being offered to the Church of Death. In that case, I’m still the ‘lucky’ one.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "Tell me, what are those important figures in the upper world really thinking?"

“I don’t know,” Elian paused, then turned to look behind him. The continuous clouds and mist had become unusually thick, and the figures within them were almost indistinct. “Perhaps he knows, perhaps he doesn’t know either.”

The girl followed his gaze and looked back at the thick clouds. "He was a really great person. Without him, we might have lost our souls by now. Those who died of illness or starvation might not even have felt a little warmth or freedom after death."

She sighed softly, "I heard them say that it is God."

This time, Elian didn't speak, but simply withdrew his gaze and slowly moved forward.

Soon, they crossed a hillside, and the strong fragrance of flowers wafted towards them on the drifting wind.

"This is my first time here. Does it smell so good?" The girl looked up at the front of her room.

In the breeze wafting under the sunlight, a field of flowers appeared in her field of vision.

Her eyes widened as she stared blankly at the dense, colorful flowers. "You planted all of these?"

“A portion,” Elian lowered his head and walked towards a flowerbed that had been cleared out next to him. “There used to be some flowers here, and I planted some of them. The flowers here grow very quickly and are very suitable for growing flowers.”

"You're amazing!" The girl opened her arms and rushed into the flower garden, immersing herself in the rich fragrance. Standing among the flowers, she tiptoed, twirled, and her skirt billowed out.

Elian looked up, glanced at the girl in the flowerbed, and then at the wildflowers covering the hillside.

He lowered his head and slowly scattered the flower seeds from his pocket into the flowerbed.

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