Chapter 153 Spirit World Beacon

Marshal House rubbed the beard on his chin: "Cut off the water source? It is indeed a good idea. How do we do it? By the way, the lake is living water."

The main island of Boliva is indeed a unique place with rich resources, dense vegetation, and a typical tropical climate. Some of the fertile land can even produce rice three times a year.

The largest freshwater source on the island is Lake Boliva, a freshwater lake with an area of ​​about three square kilometers. The lake is not particularly big, but it is rich in water, nourishing the people and crops of the entire island. It is really the lifeline of the Kingdom of Boliva.

The rebels' defenses also revolved around this. On the map, the lake is surrounded by densely populated small flags, which represent enemy troops.

These troops, which numbered at least a thousand people, could not be killed silently.

The rebel commander wanted the empire's army to enter the jungle in the hilly areas to minimize the power of the artillery, form a guerrilla warfare situation, and consume the counter-rebellion army to death.

Living water means that simple poisoning is difficult to be effective.

Mark looked at Abner: "Does the Church of Light and Night have anything like that to force mortal believers to convert?"

Abner was silent for a few seconds: "Actually, there is. This thing is available in all major churches. It's just a matter of cost-effectiveness."

Just as cults like to forcibly degenerate outstanding talents from the lawful good camp, good camp churches also have cunning operations such as purifying powerful demons to become patron saints and guardian beasts.

As long as the target's soul is not shattered, through a series of purification rituals, not to mention memory and common sense, even the soul can be cleaned for you.

Mark nodded: "Get me two. I don't need them, but I can't live without them."

"Can."

Marshal House spread his hands: "Then what? We haven't talked about how to control Lake Bolivar yet?"

Mark smiled mysteriously: "Why do you think those bastards in the Navy took the huge risk of offending the Destiny family and wanted to hack my ship?"

"Well."

How do you ask an army boss to answer this?

Plans were quickly made.

Captain Lane's voice was heard throughout the ship through the loudspeaker: "The Caribbean is about to carry out a combat mission! Non-combatants please report to their superiors immediately, pack up their personal belongings, and temporarily transfer to the light frigate [Kasha]!"

However, Mark's evacuation operation encountered a little trouble.

Princess Marianne made a request that surprised Mark.

"Mark! I refuse to leave. I am not a weak woman with no strength. I have received training in palace swordsmanship and can go on the battlefield. And I am your apprentice in name. How can any apprentice escape? The master goes to the battlefield. The truth?"

The princess wore white tights, a black leather top, and a hood that tied her hair. Mark glanced at the princess, who was dressed as if she were going for a horse ride, and just wanted to laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Mark glanced at the other person's conscience, which was too big to ignore, with undisguised contempt on his face: "I went to the battlefield. You know what a tragic fate a woman will have if she becomes a prisoner on the battlefield. ?"

Unexpectedly, the princess did not avoid Mark's gaze and took a step forward with her chest held high.

"Are you talking about being like a sow locked in a cage to be slaughtered, starved for three days, in order to let her soul deteriorate due to hunger, so that she can become the soul fertilizer of Chaos? Or are you talking about being held by a disgusting zombie? Even the appearance that I am proud of is useless? Or has she gone from being a beloved princess to a 'quasi-madman' who is hated by the world overnight?"

Marianne's beautiful face had a sad expression that she had never shown before. While tears shone in the corners of her eyes, she also had a hard look that Mark had never imagined.

After returning from the Lamington, she had been pretending to be normal and deliberately ignored the gossip around her. But those words that made her sad had already turned into sharp knives, piercing her heart and making her heart bleed.

When something like that happened, how could you pretend that nothing happened? ?

"Um?"

Mark had to admit that he was a little wrong this time.

Because he had tricked the old coin emperor, he was not even interested in peeking into the thread of Marianne's fate.

It seems that this charming-looking princess is not just a vase!

Mark couldn't help but glance at Marianne, and he said calmly: "The Caribbean is about to sail to the spiritual world. If a mortal goes in, just the whispers of evil spirits following the fluctuations in the spiritual world will be enough to make people go crazy."

"But, we have awakened the extraordinary power!" Marianne took Yolanda's hand, and the two women suddenly glowed with white aura at the same time.

"..." This time, Mark and several of his followers were really surprised.

This spiritual power fluctuation cannot be said to be very strong. Judging from the perception, Yolanda is Sequence 9, and Marianne is approaching Sequence 8. However, unlike those guys who are destined to be cannon fodder all their lives and whose spiritual power is messy, their spiritual power is so pure that it feels unreal.

The spiritual notes floating out from their spiritual bodies one by one demonstrate their identity as music believers.

With a "click" sound, Mark snapped his fingers: "Marian, see if you can handle this [Wood Fairy]?"

With a simple spell, the violin brooch on Mark's coat turned into a precious violin that looked like a treble clef in one second, with a body painted pure white and decorated with gold lace.

This is the gift that High Priest Ailini gave Mark on behalf of the goddess last time.

Mark never had a chance to use it.

Seeing this scene, the three maids next to them couldn't hide their envy. Without special talents, they can only borrow Mark's counterattack mentality to attract favors. In order to deal with the more noble princess combination, the only thing they can do is to hug together for warmth, and they have been particularly enthusiastic about Mark recently.

It's a pity that after Marianne awakened her extraordinary power, she immediately compared them with each other.

There was a gentle sigh in their hearts.

Marianne was astonished as she touched this extremely beautifully made violin called "The Fairy of the Woods". Wisps of wonderful spiritual power floated into her soul like notes rippling in the lake of her heart.

The princess felt like she couldn't put it down on the spot: "Is this... for me?"

Mark had no special expression: "The premise is that you have to prove that you are worthy of this sequence 5 violin."

"Okay, I will try my best." Marianne nodded vigorously.

"You two go to the room to study."

"Okay... eh?" Marianne's eyes widened. Doesn't this mean she can stay?

Yolanda was even more eye-catching. She held the hand of her best friend on the spot and curtsied to Mark together: "Thank you very much."

"Go ahead."

Two hours later...

In a small ancestral villa next to Lake Boliva, [Rose Knight] Rosalin took off her majestic full-face helmet and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Her female adjutant brought a towel to wipe her sweat: "Miss, thank you for your hard work."

Rosalin sighed: "No, I haven't done enough. Most of the compatriots are still immersed in the fear of the Wright Empire. The destruction of an evacuated Port of Bolivar is just a warning from the empire to us, unless the empire controls those flying the imperial flag. The people raise their butcher's knives, otherwise there are only two million people who are willing to join us."

The adjutant lady echoed: "We cannot awaken these compatriots unless we win a few great victories."

"Even if we only move half a million people, we will almost collapse." Rosalin's mouth was full of bitterness.

The migration of hundreds of thousands of people is not easy.

Even though she asked her men to raid the imperial granary and urgently collect enough food for the winter. But so many people suddenly moved from the relatively flat seaside plains to the rugged hilly areas, immediately causing countless troubles.

Houses needed for winter, distribution of food and water, lack of clothing, sewage treatment, etc. A lot of unforeseen situations before the rebellion were like a mountain, pressing down on Rosalin's slender body.

She cannot refuse these compatriots who are willing to follow her. If she refuses one today, a hundred people will defect tomorrow because they are afraid of the imperial army.

Looking out through the window of the villa, Rosalin was a little lost: "I wonder what the empire did this time to be so calm. The empire can't wait, and Bolivar can't wait either!"

Just as Rosalin was in a daze, a dazzling spiritual light suddenly rose in the center of the lake.

To ordinary people, this golden light is just like the beam of a firework.

In the eyes of extraordinary people, this level has a completely different meaning - when the aura is powerful enough to a certain extent, it will transcend the real world and be perceived by beings in the spiritual world.

"Is this a landmark in the spiritual world!? No, stop that guy quickly!" Rosalin was shocked.

It sounds easy to say, but how to do it?

The lake covers an area of ​​3 square kilometers and is nearly a kilometer from the nearest shore to the center of the lake. Even a powerful storm type expert would take a certain amount of time to get there, not to mention the Boliva Resistance Army who were not prepared at all.

No one expected that an imperial spy would sneak in and carry out such an operation.

Rosalin had already expected to be infiltrated. After all, there were so many compatriots fleeing, and the locals and outsiders didn't know each other. Without the administrative system of the empire, the management system built by the rebels was more than one step weaker in efficiency.

Who can easily detect spies?

"But what does it mean to put a spiritual world sign here?" Rosalin soon knew.

Just as she rushed to the shore with her personal guards, a powerful spiritual light like lightning flashed on the originally clear lake.

In an instant, the lake surface boiled like boiling porridge, and a white spot suddenly appeared in the center of the lake. Like a boulder falling into the water, it created a large wave of more than one meter high on the flat, mirror-like surface of the lake.

Ever since the ancestors of the Boliva people lived here, waves as large as ever spread out in a circle from the center of the lake.

The big waves overturned all the small fishing sampans on the lake, and splashed water all over the people who were fetching water and washing clothes by the lake.