Spellcasting Heavens

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

With strong heart beating and black unknown substance flowing out of every pore, the Darent people all invariably felt that they were connected to a life form that was too powerful to be described in words.

It's just that this life seems to be in some kind of dormant period and sleeping state. No matter how much I try to wake it up, I don't get any response in the end.

But due to the Darent people's innate sensitivity to energy, they could clearly detect that this power, which did not belong to any known magic category, was slowly flowing towards that powerful life form.

This...what on earth is going on?

A soldier struggled to get up from the ground, staring at his hands that were completely wrapped in black material.

There is no doubt that he gave up becoming a spell caster with a higher social status because of his lack of talent.

But now, he discovered that he actually had another talent, and it was far superior to the others around him.

This is power! The primitive power that exists in the blood of each of us Darent people. In the distant era of theocracy, it was it that drove away barbarism and ignorance and brought us the dawn of the first civilization. It is also it, Help us defeat one enemy after another and become the undisputed ruler of the mother planet. But unfortunately, due to the war with the gods, the parliament considered this power to be dangerous, so it completely banned it. A member of the Shadow Guard explained selectively.

Banned?! Damn it! Why ban it? The soldier immediately couldn't help but yell.

Not only him, but many members of the expeditionary force who were forced to become soldiers began to gnash their teeth and vent the strong dissatisfaction deep in their hearts.

After all, if something like this ruins someone else's future, no matter who it is, they will be angry or crazy.

You must know that spell casters and non-spell casters can almost be said to be one in the sky and one in the earth in Darent's distinct social hierarchy.

Especially the soldiers who are always on the front line are always cannon fodder for consumption and sacrifice. Every time a war is launched, the casualties are dozens or even hundreds of times that of the casters.

On the contrary, spellcasters not only enjoy a variety of privileges, but are often protected during battle.

Unless there are major errors in intelligence and judgment, it is impossible for a large number of spellcasters to die in battle.

In fact, within the expeditionary force, the conflict between spellcasters and soldiers has become quite acute. Sometimes soldiers will even choose to stay and perform suicide missions in order to buy spellcasters time to retreat.

It's just that under the inertia of strong tradition, most people mistakenly regard this contradiction as a kind of jealousy, a kind of jealousy of people without talent towards people with talent.

But now...

An ancient force breaks the originally clear class boundaries!

It turns out that magic is not the only power the Darentes have access to, there is another power that can rival or even surpass it.

As philosophers often say, the most terrifying thing in the world is never cruel exploitation and oppression, but the source of turbulence called hope.

Because hope will break the existing order,

Let every person who was originally willing to live at the bottom of society realize that their destiny can be changed.

If the foundation of the pyramidal governance structure is shaken, then the collapse of the superstructure becomes inevitable.

There is no doubt that in this conspiracy, the Shadow Guard chose those at the bottom who have been treated unfairly for a long time, rather than the casters of vested interest groups.

After all, the former has enough reasons and motivation to fight against the parliament, but the latter has gained everything, and there is no need to risk the risk of ruining a bright future by offending the highest authority of the entire civilization.

In order to further arouse the extremely sensitive nerves of the expeditionary force, the leader of the Shadow Guards also found the black slate authorized by the Speaker himself from the boy's body, and displayed the pardon in it to the public.

Under such ferocious blows one after another, not to mention a group of guys who have long been dissatisfied and war-weary, even an ordinary Darent person can't help but start to wonder if there is really something wrong with the Parliament. The problem is that it can no longer lead the entire civilization to move forward.

Compatriots! Comrades! I believe you have seen the ironclad evidence. This time, the performance of the parliament is really disappointing. We must find ways to restrict and supervise their rights to prevent similar tragedies from happening again. Shadow. The leader of the guard called loudly and righteously.

Especially those warriors who had awakened the power of shadow received his special care.

In his eyes, these people with the same power are truly his own. Even if it is to maintain power, there will inevitably be fierce friction with the parliament.

As for whether this re-popularization of shadow power would awaken the god who had been sleeping for thousands of years, he didn't care at all.

After all, to a certain extent, the situation of the Shadow Guards has become extremely miserable. Even if they return to the era of theocracy, they will be better off than they are now.

That's right! Parliament's powers must be limited!

They are the real betrayers! I support the Shadow Guards to stand up and supervise the Parliament!

And the Speaker! He who signed the pardon statement must surrender his power and step down!

…

Suddenly, shouts containing anger and dissatisfaction could be heard everywhere in the ruins of the camp.

Appreciating the angry or sad faces, the leader slightly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a proud smile.

He understood that when the plan reached this point, the parliament would inevitably make corresponding compromises, whether they were willing or not.

Unless the Speaker goes completely crazy and kills the entire expeditionary force on this planet.

Of course, the probability is so small that it can be ignored.

Even if the Speaker does go crazy, those MPs will work together to stop his madness.

Population, especially professionally trained elites, is extremely valuable in any civilization.

If all of this expeditionary force dies, the Council will not only have to face the angry people on the home planet, but also have to abandon countless worlds that it has occupied and begun to plunder resources.

Congratulations, it seems you have got what you want, right? The boy raised his head and stared into the other person's eyes that were almost filled with ambition and desire.

Ah! Thank you for your cooperation. Don't worry, when the guys from the council come back, I will give you the part of the things you want...

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