As the center of the entire Western Lands politics, the Lord's Mansion has always firmly held the highest power since its establishment.
Including administrative power, judicial power and military command power, the three powers are integrated into one.
Any order issued from here will be carried out no matter how loud the opposition is.
As for those idiots who overestimate their own capabilities and try to use the mantis as a chariot, they will be crushed mercilessly without exception.
This has been proven countless times over a decade.
And as time goes by, everyone can clearly feel how far-sighted the original unfavorable laws were.
There is no doubt that Western Lands's ruling method is different from most secular regimes in that Allen, as the supreme ruler, controls absolute violence.
Whether it is his own powerful strength or the brand new military system built by his subordinates centered on Knight Order and Claymore, they are far ahead of this world.
Many rebellions started by greedy businessmen or local nobles were easily suppressed by the latter.
All members of the family, young and old, without exception, will be executed without mercy.
It is precisely because of these bloody facts that countless people whose interests have been harmed dare not speak out in anger. In the end, they can only grit their teeth and accept the established facts.
As time went by, everyone began to slowly get used to abiding by the laws and systems of Western Lands.
This means that Allen has established its supreme authority in the simplest and most primitive way.
No one dares to object!
No one dares to defy the situation, or even risk the whole family to die together to launch a rebellion!
At this moment, all Western Lands's bureaucrats, high-level military officials, big businessmen, representatives of Southern Lands's major city-states, Priest and Paladin of Holy Light Church are gathering together, silently watching Allen sitting on the chair in front, and Artoria standing next to him.
Sudden!
The closed door at the back was pushed open with a bang, and a group of silver-eyed Claymore wearing white tights filed in, causing quite a commotion in an instant.
You must know that although the upper class of Western Lands are aware of the existence of these Silver-Eyed Slayers, they are not sure what kind of relationship they have with their lords. Most of the time they just maintain a tacit attitude.
But today, such a large number of people entering the Lord's Mansion without concealment clearly meant that something important was about to happen.
Milia obviously had many questions and wanted to ask Allen for answers directly, but was stopped by Galadria the moment he opened his mouth.
The latter lowered his voice and whispered in the former's ear, "Don't make a sound! Pay attention to the occasion! Now is not the time for us to speak."
Ine Lily, who was taking the lead, noticed the small movements of the two people, but did not make any sign. He walked straight to the front, put one hand on his chest and bowed. "Expeditionary Force First Legion Commander Ine Lily is reporting to you!"
Allen smiled and nodded, "You are two days earlier than I expected. Just in time, I have something very important to announce today."
"Important things?" A senior official had a curious expression on his face.
"Yes! I decided to officially launch a War of Vengeance at the celebration ceremony of the merger of Western Lands and Southern Lands, allowing our fleet and soldiers to cross the sea to destroy the country behind the organization."
Allen didn't hide anything, and openly stated the plan he had been planning for ten years.
After all, he has been continuously improving technology, accumulating supplies, and increasing population over the years in order to be able to raise a huge army of more than 100,000 people when needed.
Especially the food, gunpowder, armor, swords, and firearms accumulated in the warehouse. Anyone who is not a fool knows that this is preparation for war.
For a long time, officials believed the war was against Southern Lands and Holy Light Church.
But now that the two parties have reached an agreement to merge into one entity, all materials will naturally be used elsewhere.
"The organization... the country behind the organization?!"
Another official subconsciously glanced at Claymore who had just walked in from outside.
Ine Lily took the initiative to take a step forward and explained, "The organization, that is, the institution that created us Silver-Eyed Slayers, is actually a scientific research institution from another continent. All the Yoma, Awakened Beings and Claymore were all manufactured by them. The high-level purpose of the organization is to develop a controllable weapon to help the country behind them fight Dragon's Descendants sent by another country in the mainland."
"What? You mean... our hometown has been used as a weapons testing ground?"
"Asshole! My father and sister were killed and eaten by Yoma! This organization is really damnable!"
"Lord! I request you to send all our troops to kill them all immediately!"
"That's right! Kill them all! Let these scum pay with blood!"
Suddenly, everyone present became excited.
After all, over the course of hundreds of years, the organization has committed countless evils, and too many families have experienced the pain of losing a blood relative.
Now that the truth is known, all this pain has turned into naked and unabashed hatred.
As we all know, there is no sense in people who are in hatred.
What they want to do most right now is to find a channel to vent their intense emotions.
"Quiet!"
Looking at the crowd with angry fire in their eyes, Allen flashed an unnoticeable smile in his eyes, tapped the table with his fingers and said, "I know that you must be very angry now, and the anger in your heart can even burn the whole world to death. But before I give the order, there is something to add. In fact, in the organization Before coming to this island, there was a country and civilization here, and the nobles scattered around were the remnants of this country. Unfortunately, it was ruthlessly destroyed by the country behind the organization. In that catastrophe, at least half of the population of the island was killed, and many more were forced to become consumables like animals and slaves."
"Are you... are you kidding me? This island once had a country? I... how come we can't find any record of it in any text or legend?" An elderly scholar over seventy years old stood up tremblingly.
"It's simple! Because the brutal massacre more than a hundred years ago completely destroyed the country's history, writing, culture and literate people, and then it took decades to completely cut off transportation links, isolating towns and villages one after another, making it impossible for them to transmit information to each other. Finally, with the help of the manufactured Yoma spreads fear and ensures that everyone lives in poverty and fear without being able to calm down and think, until everyone who is born thinks that this kind of thing Yoma has existed since ancient times. Tell me, can you understand how cruel that massacre was?"
With that said, Allen raised his hand and released Illusion Magic, showing the cruel impact and scene in front of everyone.
I saw soldiers wearing standard armor rushing into the city like wolves and tigers, slaughtering unarmed civilians without restraint, plundering the belongings they carried with them, and raping young and beautiful women.
As for men, the elderly and children, they will be killed as soon as possible.
The bodies of children under the age of seven or eight were piled up into a hill on the roadside.
Especially the pair of lifeless eyes full of fear and despair are enough to touch the softest part of everyone's heart.
The old scholar's eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes in just a few seconds. His dry fingers clenched his fists tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "Is this... are all these true?"
"I assure you that all of this is what actually happened in history." Allen replied in the affirmative without hesitation.
To be honest, he was quite shocked when he saw the results of Guardians's investigation.
To a certain extent, what the country behind the organization has done to the indigenous people of this island is no less than the genocide of the the Americas indigenous people by the Europe colonists.
The only difference is that the organization needs to retain a certain population on the island so that it can continuously obtain the raw materials necessary for the experiment - people.
"I think I understand!" The old man nodded slightly, then raised his right hand and roared with all his strength, "Revenge! Revenge at all costs! Let those bastards who died ten thousand times pay the price! The price of blood!"
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
"Do everything they did on this island again!"
"Kill every living person you can see on that land! No matter if they are old people! Women! Or children! This is the blood debt they owe us!"
In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was filled with deafening roars.
Feeling the violent fluctuations in the emotions of everyone present, Allen finally slowly stood up from the chair and announced expressionlessly, "In the name of the lord! I now officially order the formation of six Burning Legion with Knight Order as the backbone. Remember! This is a War of Vengeance! There is no forgiveness! There is no sympathy! There is just killing and death!"
"As you wish!"
Several Knight Order commanders knelt down on one knee and slapped their left chest hard.
"Lord, please rest assured. We will definitely provide the best logistical support for the expeditionary force."
"I am willing to donate half of my family property to support this expedition!"
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
Several wealthy businessmen also came forward to express their opinions.
In addition to the reason of empathy, they also smelled the smell of money from this expedition.
Not to mention anything else, just the land and minerals that can be obtained after destroying a huge country is a merchant's feast.
Seeing how knowledgeable these guys were, a satisfied smile appeared on Allen's face, "I accept your kindness and grant you the franchise right to purchase the trophies of the expeditionary force."
"Thank you so much! Your generosity is like the vast sea!" A middle-aged businesswoman's eyes burst into ecstasy.
Not only her, but also several other big businessmen around her immediately started flattering and flattering mode.
But Allen had long lost interest in these boring things, and gently waved his hand to indicate that the irrelevant people could leave.
After about two or three minutes, only a few Holy Light Church Priest, Paladin and Claymore Warrior were left in the originally dense hall.
"Do you need me to join the war?" Artoria suddenly asked.
Allen immediately smiled and shook his head, "No, of course not. If you join the war, it will no longer be revenge, but a massacre. And your character is not suitable for such a thing."
"I understand. Since I'm no longer needed here, I'll go back to Sky City first."
Having said that, Saber completely ignored the apprentice he had trained by himself, opened a portal on the spot and passed through.
For her, her mission in this world has been completed, and there is no need to stay.
As for the future development direction and management of Holy Light Church, corresponding arrangements have been made long ago, and it will not fall into chaos or division just because a founder disappears.
After Artoria left, young Aria took over the supreme leadership of the church according to the arrangement. After a simple communication with Allen, he decided to send some Priest and Paladin to join the expedition team, but refused to participate in any massacre of civilians.
Allen had no objection and agreed directly.
He knows very well that Holy Light is a power of faith similar to philosophy, very idealistic.
If the user firmly believes that he is doing the right thing, then even if he becomes Undead and kills living people, he can still get the favor of Holy Light.
But if a person thinks that what he is doing is evil and cruel, then he will quickly lose Holy Light energy's favor.
Rather than forcing these Holy Light users to do things they don't approve of, it would be better to let them stay behind and be responsible for treating the wounded.
Watching a dozen Priest and Paladin turn around and leave the Lord's Mansion, Milia, who had been holding back for a long time, quickly stood up and asked, "How are you going to arrange for us Claymore?"
Allen touched his chin and replied casually, "It's very simple! I will organize all of you into the first Burning Legion, commanded by Ine Lily. Your mission is different from other expedition Burning Legion. You are responsible for destroying the strongest resistance force in the country after the organization. To put it simply, you are the humans who have been transplanted with Dragon's Descendants flesh and blood like you."
"Are there many of them?" Milia said with strong uncertainty in his tone.
Because so far, she knew nothing about the land or country on the other side of the sea.
"A lot! The total number of people who have transformed Warrior is probably around a few thousand. The males are all disposable consumables and are responsible for awakening directly in the center of the battlefield and conducting indiscriminate large-scale attacks until they are killed. The females are very close to you and use the specially made Claymore to fight. It will awaken when necessary. Fortunately, the Dark Twins technology that the organization was researching at that time was not transmitted back, otherwise it would definitely be very troublesome. Oh, by the way, there are many powerful siege weapons on the mainland that can hurt or even kill Awakened Beings. You'd better be careful."
Allen briefly introduced what he knew.
He did not rely too much on Guardians from Space City, but rather sorted out the information Teresa brought back not long ago.