People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

We still need to refer to the origin of the legendary Terra moral coordinate system—Victoria.

Seeing Ernst's expression, Gawain knew that Ernst wouldn't agree unless he made things clear today.

If it were Vina, he might have already fooled her, but unfortunately, Ernst is not so easily fooled.

He sighed inwardly, and a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on the old lion's face.

"I'd like you to help me find someone. It would be great if you could, but it's okay if you couldn't."

Find someone?

This request doesn't sound unreasonable. Ernst was originally looking for someone anyway, so if it's on his way, it wouldn't be a problem to help Gawain look for someone.

However, adhering to the principle of thinking thrice before acting, and just to be on the safe side, Ernst asked again: 4.

"who's that person?"

Gao Wen was genuinely displeased this time. He felt offended by this persistent questioning, and replied in a somewhat curt tone:

"The first person I truly acknowledged in my life, my dearest friend, a great man."

“I made a deal with him, which was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life—he took advantage of my emotions at the time, so much so that when I agreed to it, I even forgot to add a time limit to the deal!”

"The reason I'm looking for him this time is to revise this agreement."

Ernst stroked his chin as if he understood something, and looked at Gawain.

Gawain's answer did not explicitly name the person, but based on Ernst's understanding of Gawain and his description of the person, Ernst had a rough idea of ​​who the person was.

Luga Sargus, the "King of Kings" of the Sargon Empire, the Shah who controls time and establishes the calendar, and who ranks first on the Terra Emperors' list!

Under his rule, the Sargon Empire reached its zenith in terms of territory, national power, and influence. Towards the end of his reign, he used the Sargon Empire to block Harandu Khan, the "Earth Whip," who marched westward from the east of Terra, annihilating the Eagles, conquering the Pegasus, and lashing the entire land like a nightmare. In the end, he turned from enemy to friend with Harandu Khan and together they launched an expedition into the depths of the Sacred Winds.

At that time, the Frozen Wind Hot Land was not called the Frozen Wind Hot Land, and that area was not a forbidden zone for civilization. It was only after they launched their expedition that the Frozen Wind Hot Land was formed overnight and blocked the entire Sargon from exploring southward.

These two figures, who almost changed the history of Terra, also disappeared together into the depths of that desert.

Kal'tsit once served as a courtier of Luga Sargus, holding court in front of the palace. Her image can even be seen on the ancient stone pillars exhibited in the Sargon Pavilion at the recently concluded World's Fair.

The swollen figure is drawn a little short, but it looks very cute.

Is Gao Wen looking for him?

But he lived thousands of years ago!

Ernst asked, as if confirming something:

"Are you sure he's deep in the scorching, barren lands?"

Sigow's expression faltered for a moment, but it quickly hardened, and the old lion nodded earnestly to Ernst:

"He can only stay there."

Chapter 1034 Saturation Rescue!

My name is Magellan, Vinta Magellan!

5. Field Specialist, Scientific Research Section, RheinLife Laboratory.

This is a fantastic job, I genuinely believe it! Everyone knows about the benefits at Rhine Life. Although Chief Kristen doesn't usually get involved, Rhine Life has never lacked funds. The work benefits, salary, and promotion channels are all clearly stated, and it's definitely among the best in the industry!

Fourthly, what attracted her was not these things, but rather Christensen's "laissez-faire" attitude.

Beyond fulfilling their assigned corporate quotas, Rhine Lab researchers are free to pursue their own interests. They can set up their own labs, submit reports to receive resources from Rhine Lab, and request Rhine Lab to endorse their scientific findings and apply for patents, without fear of being swindled out of their entire fortune by unscrupulous Colombian businessmen.

Special departments like the Scientific Expedition Department, to which Magellan belonged, offered even better treatment.

Christensen's unconditional support for any exploration of the unknown stemmed from her desire to use this large amount of Sa coins to cross the threshold of "class" and access information about prehistoric civilizations that was monopolized by the top figures of Terra. Objectively, this did greatly promote the Terrans' understanding of the land beneath their feet and provided Magellan, a person born for exploration, with an impeccable platform!

"Although some people in our department are being neglected lately, that's just how it is."

Standing at the last checkpoint and supply depot before entering the endless ice plains, Magellan spread his hands, shrugged, and complained to his friend and superior beside him,

"Miao Miao~ You and Chief Christensen have such a good relationship, could you persuade the Chief to send more professional personnel over?"

Miss Muirsay, the head of the Department of Ecology at Rhine Life Sciences and a Grand Secretary of the Scherragmanju Academy, pouted upon hearing this, looking troubled.

"Aren't there enough professionals here?"

Magellan's gaze followed Muirsey's toward the newly constructed road to the side.

On highways rapidly constructed using Volvotkoczynski's latest technology, tracked trucks surged forward, one after another. Each of these mechanical behemoths carried a 30-meter-long container, its scarlet antifreeze coating shimmering in the twilight, resembling blood cells rolling in veins from afar. As they rolled over the road, the heavy tracks simultaneously kicked up shimmering blue ice shards, as if countless diamonds were exploding in the gaps between the tracks.

Even more terrifying were the land-based warships weaving along both sides of the road, seemingly acting as escorts. Magellan roughly counted the land-based warships in her field of vision, and when she reached the seventh, she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity—those mobile fortresses, each the size of a football field, were emerging from behind the mountain pass, their hexagonal honeycomb-shaped vents spewing exhaust fumes that condensed into milky-white columns a hundred meters high in the minus fifty-degree air. The leading land-based warship was none other than the "Gastril," hailed as the largest and fastest warship.

The Gastrill, the most powerful land-based warship in all of Terra, has a legendary history dating back to the Gallo-era. It and its former owners have been featured in textbooks at various military academies for years. Until the Battle of Londinium at the end of last year, the self-contradictions of the Victorians and the death of the Duke of Wellington cast a shadow over this glory, causing it to disappear from sight for a time, disappearing into the reeds of Tara.

Now, more than five months later, no one expected that this high-speed warship would reappear before the world in such a manner, in such a setting.

Its bow was welded with icebreakers, and with every kilometer it advanced, a deep, bottomless wound would crack open in the ice field. The fiery flames of the red dragon burned on its bow, as if coating the entire high-speed warship with a warm, ever-flowing barrier.

Magellan gazed at the girl standing at the bow of the ship. The distance made her only see a blurry shadow, but it did not diminish the absolute dominance of the girl in her eyes—because the girl's flames were simply too conspicuous!

Even just a glimpse from afar, just a slight aftershock of the Originium Arts, made Magellan feel as if every cell in his body was filled with vitality! Even his hearing and vision seemed to have become much more sensitive.

"Good heavens, this Sarkaz swear word is going to plow the whole earth!"

She heard the lament of the Tikkaz workers by the highway in the distance—a lament that was crude yet incisive.

Magellan remained silent, not because he didn't want to, but because he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Muirses stood to the side, smiling broadly as he patted his good friend on the shoulder:

“MaiMai~ You haven’t met Mr. Ernst, you don’t know his style.”

"He has always preferred 'saturation tactics'."

Magellan stared blankly at Muirsey for a moment, then met her smiling, seemingly expressive eyes, and finally smiled with relief.

"Looks like I was worrying too much."

Magellan's proposed rescue plan: dispatch several small teams of elite explorers, equipped with specialized equipment and communication devices, to cautiously and meticulously advance along the route taken by Director Mariam, and to begin search and rescue operations upon reaching the location of the disappearance.

You must remain fully focused and cautious throughout the entire journey, constantly monitoring your supplies, physical condition, and guarding against any strange beasts, monsters, or other dangers that may appear on the ice plains. And you must also pray that the weather cooperates, allowing sufficient time for the search and that no extreme weather occurs on the ice plains.

Overall, it can be summed up in two words: pathetic!

Ernst's rescue plan involved a multinational summit where countries contributed money or manpower, mobilizing resources and cutting-edge technology. Large trucks transported supplies, high-speed warships cleared roads, and explorers and scientists provided guidance and collected data based on the actual situation.

The entire operation was meticulously planned and executed, step by step. Encountering a glacier blocking the way? Blow it up! Encountering a horde of alien beasts? Destroy them! What collapse bodies? What collapse paradigm contamination? Ernst Kaka personally directed the operation, with Cyclops, Sami Xuesi, and the behemoth team all present. Former civilization lynxes and even the Creator himself provided assistance. A high-level game? This is a high-level game!

Victory is already a foregone conclusion, so why rush for quick results?

Magellan had to admit that if in the past, these seven explorers were relying on sheer passion and fearless courage to open up the boundaries of civilization and explore the unknown, then now, what Ernst was doing was genuinely expanding and advancing the living space of civilization!

The difference between the two is roughly like this: you go on a trip abroad, bring back information about the local customs and culture, and create a travel guide, versus you mobilize your army and quickly conquer and annex a foreign country, turning your overseas trip into a domestic one.

Admittedly, both require the assistance of professionals, but there may still be some subtle differences between an explorer and a war strategist.

"Alright, alright, MaiMai, don't be discouraged."

Muirth noticed Magellan's somewhat dejected mood, reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Your experience in exploring the Endless Icefield is very valuable, and you and Director Mariam are good friends. We still need you a lot!"

Magellan blinked, his pale golden eyes regaining their light, and grasped Muirses's hand:

"Really?"

"Really! Otherwise, why do you think I would have come all this way to find you?"

Muirsey chuckled and took out an invitation from his pocket.

"Mr. Ernst asked me to pass this on to you: Would you like to come aboard the Gastrill and attend a joint meeting of the expert panel?"

"The Endless Icefield won't disappear completely because of this advancement. Even if it did, there are still many places in Terra worth exploring, aren't there?"

Magellan took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

Yes, why should she belittle herself?

The endless ice fields will not disappear. Even if they do, there will always be places for explorers to test their courage and boldness, such as the Black River Forest, the Scorching Wind Hot Land, the underwater volcanoes and coastal salt deserts of Iberia, the mountainous highlands and plains of Casimir, and even the vast and boundless starry sky that Christensen just stepped into after his triumphant return!

Now, their mission is to rescue an explorer who has fallen into danger during his exploration. This is clearly not a problem that courage alone can solve; it requires meticulous planning, thorough preparation, and sufficient safeguards.

We cannot risk the lives of many to save one person. Magellan may not know about Manfred and Ursula's situation, but she understands this simple truth.

Therefore, Ernst's plan was flawless. All she had to do was support him to the best of her ability!

"I'm going right now!"

Chapter 1035 The Untold Stories Between Prime Minister Sherag and the Old Celestial Master

Muirsey was not lying; Ernst's saturation rescue did indeed invite many people who knew about the Endless Icefield, or who claimed to know about it.

Magellan was neither the first nor the last; in fact, among this group of brilliant minds, she was considered a very normal person.

Why do you say that?

"You mean you've never been to the Endless Ice Plains before, and have never learned anything about it, but you responded to Nasti's summons?"

Looking at the Sarkaz gathered in front of him with large bags and small packages, and even with their families, Ernst felt a headache coming on and couldn't help but turn his head to see where Nasti had gone.

Unfortunately, Nasti seemed to have anticipated this. When she arrived at the front-line assembly point, she simply said, "I'm going to see Niezley, and bring Manfred and Ersula along," and then slipped away. Ernst couldn't find her no matter how hard he tried.

Ernst didn't think much of it at the time. He could have gone directly to the tribes of the guardians, but the others unanimously rejected the suggestion.

After all, although the Guardians have changed their appearance, they are still the same army of carrion eaters from the Battle of Londinium. They are one of the few remaining pro-war factions in Sarkaz, and their attitude towards Ernst is not very good. Although the leader, Nezley, has a strong authority, it is hard to guarantee that there won't be any fools under him who want to overthrow their superiors and destroy the kingdom.

If something really happens, even if Ernst believes his safety will be fine, the Tikkaz will find themselves in an awkward situation.

To avoid trouble, Ernst acquiesced to Nasty's decision.

But now that I think about it, damn it, why did Nasti need to make this trip herself? A lich or a banshee, wouldn't it have been easier for them to do it? She just wanted to escape!

Lightning, cough cough, got off-topic.

The Sarkaz standing before Ernst only half understood his question. Ernst was speaking Victorian, a language some of whom had studied, but clearly not very well, so they could only nod blankly.

“I have been summoned, and I must answer.”

"Who does Lord Ernst want to fight? We've brought all our weapons!"

"I don't understand (in a Fenghua accent), what did Lord Ernst say? Did you understand?"

“I didn’t understand, but cheer! Cheer! That’s what the Victorians and Ursusians did. As soon as Ernst finished speaking, they laughed and then clapped and cheered!”

"Fool! Those are all big shots. Are you a big shot? Besides, which of those guys is sincere? They're all scheming and malicious. If you ask me, we should be more sincere and stop with all that pretense."

"Then tell me, how exactly do you mean 'sincere'?"

"Hmph, just you wait and see!"

As he spoke, Sarkaz raised his hand and pinched his thigh, his face contorting in pain. He went through every single memory he could recall: the separation from his wife and children, the murder of his parents, the destruction of his home, and the discrimination he faced wherever he went. Then he thought about his current life as a worker for the Kazdelnia National Construction Company. Although the work was hard, he had enough to eat and drink, and his room and board were provided. He even earned two Kjeragfrons a month, which he could exchange for Kjeragfrons for snacks at the grain depot. A warm feeling welled up inside him, and his nose stung. This nearly two-meter-tall man managed to squeeze out a few tears!

Ignoring the surprised looks from those around him, he raised both hands as if seeking attention, and jumped up from the crowd, shouting Ernst's respectful title in Kazdelnia—[Rex].

Ernst clearly noticed the striking Sarkaz giant in the crowd. Standing on the stage, he paused, seemingly taken aback. But before he could say anything, perhaps noticing his expression, or perhaps because the jumping and shouting Sarkaz was simply too captivating, more people began to imitate his movements, and the crowd's voices gradually grew louder, eventually becoming unified and synchronized:

"Rex!"

"Rex!"

"Rex!"

【Rex】means 【King】.

It is not a demon king in the traditional sense; in Sarkaz, it is a title that is more like a "leader."

The last person to receive this title was Theresis before the Tower of Babel and the Military Council split apart. Her sister was the Demon King, and his status as one of the Six Heroes was equally prestigious. Therefore, some Sarkaz began to call him "King" from that time onwards.

He did not personally comment on this, but after the Civil War, he abolished his title of "General" and uniformly changed it to "King (Rex)"—that is, "Regent" Therese.

Only a few trusted confidants, like Manfred, continued to address him as General. Others, including the Blood Lord, the Carrion King, and even shapeshifters, changed their titles.

The name was gradually abandoned after Therese disappeared at the Battle of Londinium, much like Constantine XI, but it was later used to refer to Ernst in Kazdelnia.

Ernst did not have the crown of the Demon King, but more than who wore that crown, the Sarkaz cared about who founded Kazdel and who brought them home.

It is worth mentioning that the Kazdelnia City Management Committee, including Nasti herself, even knew about this, but they did not stop the spread of the name; instead, they provided evidence for this claim.

Aside from the now-unknown first Demon Lord, the Faraway, the second Demon Lord, the City Builder Godou, obtained his crown by building a home for the wandering Sarkaz—Kazdel. At that time, more than two thousand years had passed since the Sarkaz obtained the Black Crown. Most Sarkaz didn't even know who the Black Crown was, yet they still revered Godou, who had built their home, as their king, even more so than Balsa, the descendant of the Balrog clan who remained loyal to the First Demon Lord until his last breath.

[It is clear that it was the Demon King's achievements that defined the crown, making it a symbol of the king, rather than the black crown choosing the Demon King and making the king a prisoner of the crown.]

In this new era of Kazdelnia, the Demon King is no longer our absolute leader; the Sarkaz can elect their own leader based on their own ideas.

If this argument were placed in the previous Sarkaz history books, it would definitely be considered heretical, because apart from Gadotsu, which Demon Lord after him didn't rise to power after being chosen by the Crown? Even Barza, who succeeded Gadotsu, became the Demon Lord after killing his brother and stealing the Crown.