Chapter 42: Political Advice
The next morning, relying on her status as the chosen of the Blood God, Jima held a sacrificial ceremony to dedicate this victory to the Blood God, who sat all day on the bronze throne and loved to forge war weapons.
One by one, the captives were beheaded, their heads piled high. The Blood God was greatly pleased and granted many divine favors.
At that moment, the entire region was illuminated with a crimson light.
Under the blood-red glow, many officers of the Shapechanger army wore grim expressions, as did the soldiers of the Color Sin faction.
However, before Jima, who was chosen by the Three Gods, there was little they could say.
After the grand sacrificial offering, the vanguard legion returned to the Vanguard City, a journey that took two full days and nights. During the trip, Jima went to consult Frostleaf at night, who coldly responded:
“You are creating civil war.”
“How so?” Jima replied. “I won the battle and have become stronger.”
“You carry the scent of Color Sin.”
“Not bad, right?” Jima sniffed her now softer skin. “Better than some fancy perfume.”
“What are your considerations?”
“Very simple. My legion has already formed a considerable mobile force of Color Sin, like a razor that strikes weak points—if I hit, the enemy drops dead; if I miss, I drop dead. Right now, I cannot precisely control this mobile force due to a lack of margin for error, so the Blood God’s heavy-armored army suits me well.”
“That’s a mess.”
“Stop playing coy, long legs.” The Dark Lord.
Eve Frostleaf’s light red lips uttered a few sarcastic words: the Shapechanger army suffered heavy losses, and their officers were losing their foundation and power. There were many Color Sin troops, but they lacked representation at the decision-making level.
You could have fully supported the Shapechanger officers, where a few could lead many to achieve political balance. Yet, you introduced the Blood God’s demonic army, forcing the Shapechanger faction and the Color Sin faction together.
“What to do then?”
Jima said somewhat distressed, “I just want to fight well. I also want to study magic with those Shapechangers and come up with methods to transmit my orders accurately to the army from a distance.”
“Can the ceremony be retracted?”
“A baby cannot be stuffed back into its mother’s womb.”
Jima sighed. “Now there’s a bright red gap over Vanguard City, like the Eye of Sauron, extremely cool and evil.”
Eve Frostleaf did not understand what the Eye of Sauron meant.
She stood up and said, “Get ready for civil war.”
“Wait, dear Frostleaf.” Jima moved swiftly, hugging her from behind and said, “Please help me.”
“No.”
Jima sighed at her pale pointed ears from behind her: “Frostleaf, you wouldn’t want to see George die on the battlefield, would you?”
“My concern for him isn’t as much as you imagine, after all, he is merely handsome,” Eve Frostleaf said, gently pushing Jima away, but sitting in a chair. “You are his wife; you wouldn’t just stand by.”
“Then I need to have the ability to build.” Jima smiled brightly. “If Frostleaf can help, once I repair the Dream Palace, I’ll assist you at the gathering; you wouldn’t believe what new skills I’ve learned from Color Sin.”
“Color Sin is a malignant tumor.”
As a high elf, Eve Frostleaf said firmly and continued, “I have a plan. Can you open other rifts?”
Jima thought for a moment and said, “I should be able to, but there’s a problem: the magic winds of different dark evil gods conflict with each other, which can lead to one issue: I find it difficult to master ‘Evil Manifestation.’”
“Evil Manifestation?”
“You can take it as me writing a report below, allowing the dark evil gods to bestow some miracles.” Jima said, “For example, when the shapechangers corrode a lot on the earth, I can hold a corresponding ritual to precisely teleport the entire army far away! This would provide a great strategic advantage for the army.”
“You should give up that idea.” Eve Frostleaf said, “After you defile Vanguard City, it’s better to build some non-Blood God buildings.”
“That would lack uniformity in style.” Jima muttered but, considering that she was the one seeking advice, added, “Okay, but it’s hard to specialize. How exactly do I operate it?”
“You build pleasure buildings for Color Sin to satisfy them.” Eve Frostleaf said clearly. “In the future, Color Sin will inevitably clash with the Blood God; you stabilize the Shapechanger faction and promise them a place of judgment.”
Jima nodded and asked, “Why?”
“Give the minority groups arbitration power; for their own security and authority, they will be able to unite firmly around you.” Eve Frostleaf said, “They are also suitable.”
“That makes sense.”
“Focus on the details yourself.”
“Understood.”
Jima quickly recorded everything in her personal system text area, occasionally asking Eve Frostleaf a few questions. Once she had finished and cleaned up, Jima felt satisfied leaving Frostleaf’s dream.
Back in the army, she secretly gathered several officers, all of the Shapechanger faction, and candidly stated that the Blood God faction would definitely clash with the Color Sin faction in the future. The arbitration part would need everyone’s effort.
After the secret meeting dispersed, Jima was still uneasy, secretly divining and investigating dreams, discovering that everyone seemed quite satisfied.
The next day.
As the army gathered to depart, Jima publicly spoke, promising the Color Sin soldiers that she would build a grand pleasure building in Vanguard City, claiming it was the will of Color Sin.
The previously dispirited Color Sin soldiers were invigorated all at once.
Upon returning to Vanguard City, it was already bathed in blood red, and Jima got busy, making lava erupt to cover the city.
She roughly divided Vanguard City into three areas and built corresponding buildings in each.
The advisor, the Tooth Powder Demon, reminded that as the future chosen of the Four Gods, it was best to leave a region for the Father of Plague, the Merciful One.
Jima shook her head, “I don’t want a big pile of walking dung in the city.”
After a day filled with activity and exhaustion passed.
Another purple rift to the realm of Color Sin opened above Vanguard City.
The Color Sin faction’s people cheered, eager to build magnificent palaces and enjoy themselves.
Jima, on the other hand, fell onto her bed, enjoying the bliss of sleep.
However, after tossing and turning a few times, she accidentally pressed against Lianxi Cat, and no matter how she tried, she could not fall asleep.
She couldn’t help but recall how Color Sin had shown her her dark and secret desires, providing her with a sense of pleasure that fulfilled those desires.
Compared to that feeling, the steak she had cooked and the pickled radishes had no taste at all.
Unable to resist, she glanced at the status bar of her personal system:
“Kiss of Color Sin: You can now leave the gift of Color Sin through a kiss, imprinting it on the soul of your beloved. Color Sin assures you it will definitely lead them to fall, allowing you to live the life you desire.”
However, it sounded too shameful. Not only had she become part of his harem, but she was also… managing his harem, encouraging him to “have more is better.” Jima thought, what if I fail? I would lose him completely.
But how could it possibly fail? He was not without defenses against me.
After thinking it over, Jima decided not to dwell on it too much.
She focused instead on the benefits she had gained since becoming the chosen one.
