Colin suddenly realized.
These bloodthirsty bastards actually chose to join a faction for such a simple reason.
What a bunch of lunatics.
How many people are there exactly?
"It cannot be determined at this time."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] To be honest.
Perhaps not many...
Colin thought to himself, "It's okay, something is better than nothing."
"Let's do it together."
Colin nodded.
Anyone else have something to say?
Everyone remained silent. Colin waited a moment, and seeing that no one wanted to speak, he immediately made the decision:
"Gather the entire army, I have something to say to everyone!"
"Yes!"
Knowing that the matter was already imminent, the military commanders no longer hesitated and immediately turned and left.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] was just about to arrange some work for his good brothers who were watching the show when Colin suddenly pulled him aside:
Did you anticipate this situation?
[ Ginseng Rooster ] responded quietly:
"Although the possibility is very low, we have indeed considered this possibility."
"Really?"
Colin looked at him and extended his hand:
"Give it to me."
"You mean...?"
What do you think?
Colin asked indifferently,
"Or what should I say later?"
[ Ginseng Rooster ] took out several folded slips of paper from his pocket.
I knew it!
Colin's intention was merely to test the waters, but he discovered that the person was indeed prepared, and his tension instantly began to falter.
The situation was so promising before, who could have imagined it would develop like this?
[ Ginseng Rooster ] is effective.
Okay, okay.
Colin felt a mix of emotions. After examining the [ Ginseng Rooster ] carefully, he finally found the right one and handed it to him.
"It will take a while for the entire army to assemble, sir. Please take the time to work through your draft."
"Good."
Colin unfolded the note and began the process of converting and memorizing between Imperial and Psionic Energy languages.
The mobilization of over 100,000 people was naturally not quick. About an hour later, the skeletal soldiers, now homeless, were finally reorganized and taken to a relatively flat, large area to wait.
At this moment, only a gentle breeze blows through the desert, and everything seems as usual, yet it feels as if dark clouds are pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
Surrounded by the warlords, Acting Congressman Colin walked up the sand dune and stood before the crowd.
"Quiet!"
The players, now fully engrossed in their excitement, immediately began maintaining order, while the military police were responsible for setting up magic circles to enhance the intensity of Psionic Energy communication, in order to transmit Colin's words into everyone's minds.
With everything ready, Colin looked down at the crowd:
"Fellow countrymen."
His voice was steady and powerful, echoing like drumbeats in the hearts of every skeleton.
"In the battle of the Demon Realm, the Skeleton Alliance won."
"The councilors defeated the vampires, seized Authority, and successfully returned to the Alliance. All glory belongs to them!"
But what about us?
"We faced Corpse Tide five times our size, were abandoned on the other side of the continent thousands of miles away, and fought our way back to the Sand Capital, only to be met with endless suspicion from the councilors."
"The remains of the dead were left uncollected, and the surviving soldiers were sent to the front lines."
"The old governors who have fought their whole lives will be placed under house arrest until they die, the newly promoted governors will face secret executions, and I will be publicly executed in the main square of Sand Capital, to prove that the authority of the members of parliament still exists."
"All of this is simply because we didn't stay in the Demon Realm to wait for death, but chose to go home when there was no one to command us."
Colin looked at the hundreds of thousands of indignant skeletons who had heard the rumors but still couldn't truly believe them.
But at this moment, Colin told them everything, embellished some details, but mostly it was the truth, even a rosy version of the truth.
Who knows if being placed under house arrest until death was actually a secret execution?
Who knows if a secret execution might turn into a public one?
As for Colin himself, he might even be spared his life, sealed inside a crystal cluster to suffer permanent torment, as a warning to the others.
At this moment, the spirits of hundreds of thousands of people plummeted, but Colin's mobilization continued unabated.
I believe everyone has the same question in their mind right now as I do --
How could this be?
Why are the lawmakers doing this to discourage people?
The answer is simple!
"Come on, tell everyone, what happened in Sand Capital?!"
Colin grabbed the Wing Army officer who had been thrown beside him and pulled him into the amplification array.
As a final pledge of allegiance, the skeletal man gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind:
"Because of vampires, I became a politician!"
"The new councilor [ Thousand Faces ] is a vampire from the Demon Realm!"
"You just defeated the vampire army, how can he, as one of their own kind, sit idly by? We must get revenge!"
"He wishes you all, you skeletons who have been to the Demon Realm, would all be dead!"
Colin abandoned the Wing Army officer and looked at the crowd again:
"Did you all hear that? It's not that the councilors abandoned us, but that they were controlled and held hostage by vampires who infiltrated the Alliance!"
"Whether it's you or me, whether you're a soldier, a knight, a lord, or a warlord, if you want to go home, if you want to survive, there's only one path you can take—"
"Follow me into the Sand Capital, slay all the vampires, and rescue the true councilors!"
Colin's fully crystallized body shone brightly with spiritual light, and a pair of crystal clusters of long blades emerged from his palms, coalescing into a heavy greatsword in front of him.
The greatsword has a wide, thick blade, but the tip appears to have been shaved off, causing the tip to deviate and look extremely unnatural.
Under the afternoon sun, Colin raised his broken greatsword and solemnly declared to all the skeletons:
"From this day forward, I am the councilor [ Broken Sword ], and you are the Broken Sword Legion!"
"Now, I issue the first military order of the Broken Sword Legion-- "
"Charge into Nors!"
"Charge into Nors!!"
Knowing it was their turn to shine, the players immediately started chanting, leading all the skeletons in a unified shout.
"Kill all vampires!"
"Kill all vampires!!"
Tens of thousands of people roared like a mountain, their killing intent shaking the heavens.
Even the Soul Returner, who Psionic Energy communication, saw a distorted image, as if subjected to intense Psionic Energy disturbances.
Colin led his army in shouting three times, then grabbed the Wing Army officer again.
"You are a Wing Army, the councilors' personal guard."
The officers of the Wing Army were like quails:
"... Yes, that's right."
"Okay, I won't kill you."
Colin said calmly:
"I'll let you go, but you must deliver my next words to the councilors—to that damned [ Thousand Faces ], to that cowardly [ Nether Crossing ], to that mediocre [ Crown ]!"
"Yes, yes..."
Please convey my message to them--
Colin's tone was indifferent, yet beneath it lay an endless rage:
"This was never what I wanted; I never considered launching an attack with my legion."
"We struggled together through the painful era of the Demonic Tide, but you betrayed me, betrayed all of us."
"You stole the seat of the senator and lied to the soldiers!"
" The Alliance only has one chance to revive; if you don't seize it, then let me do it."
"Let war begin, from the skies of the Sand Capital to the very edges of the Alliance."
"Let the Corpse Sea boil, let the Holy Remains fall."
"Even if I shed my last drop of blood, I will see the Alliance liberated once again."
"If I cannot save it from your failure, 'senator'..."
"Then let the Alliance burn!"