Love Code at the End of the World

“Her Majesty…” They also shed tears with emotion and joy.

Looking at their faces, I felt thousands, coming all the way over, how hard it was only in our own minds to know. And today they give us support, trust becomes the energy we can keep going!

“We've been sceptical and excluded before, but now that we've seen you, we've gained more confidence, so please don't worry, we'll come. If anyone's food is missing, we'll send a team to deliver food first. Don't feel powerless. Your belief in me is the greatest force to push the Polar Star Power forward! The power of the Extreme Star Nation requires the strength of everyone! Not just warriors, but the power of those of you who are here, and of every effort behind you! Only if we all come together…” I hold my hands together and look at you with excitement, "can we become stronger and stronger and stronger than anyone, be it the Haunted Nation or Silver Moon City! They can't beat us! ”

“Even the Silver Moon City can't defeat us...” They look at each other excitedly, and the flame of firm belief passes as they look at each other again!

I looked happily at the girl in the last eleventh arrondissement: "You haven't spoken yet. What's your name?” We need more women leaders because of the scarcity of girls in the world and the special trust and desire that boys have for girls.

“Her name is Felicity!” Gore said with excitement and redness.

And the other boys got excited: "Yes, Your Majesty, her name is Phyllis, she's the only girl among us! ”

“Felicity, take it easy. ”

“Phyllis must have been nervous to see Her Majesty, the queen she worshipped too long. ”

“Your Majesty, Philly West Africa adores you so much that you saved her and the girls of District XI.” They said excitedly, “They were before…" They paused the voice and began to feel sad and heavy on their faces.

Felicity also lowered her face sadly and became more silent.

“District 11 used to mainly produce beautiful boys to feed Margaret...” Gore wrathfully tightened his fist, “other district beautiful girls or boys, send to District 11 and then produce better looking beautiful boys and girls...”

My heart suddenly grew heavy.

Girls in District 11 are a little like human pigs, but they're better than human pigs, and they're not farmed. Human pigs raised since childhood have completely lost any thought and nature of humankind and will only stay in cages like pigs, not think, not resist.

It was a sad life.

The largest human pig farm in the entire Haunted Race, in Bith's bay.

Xingchuan once said that there was no point in saving such people and that his choice would be to execute them directly. But I... can't.

But, Harry, they... would do the same thing with Starling River...

Margaret doesn't like to raise that kind of human pig, because that kind of human pig is ugly, and her intelligence is decaying, and she's stupid, and she thinks eating that kind of pig makes her stupid. The horrible thing about the Ghost-Eating Nation is that it picks people to eat.

Boys and girls from District 11 were chosen from all over, not as pigs, but as tools for the production of beautiful children.

Their suffering is not easy to survive.

Lessius also had a heartbreaking eye.

Xingchuan sat quietly aside and tightened his eyebrows.

“That's terrible!” Lucifer was furious.

“In the past, there were beautiful girls from Biz who would also send them to Margaret, and send them to Zone 11...” Muto twisted his eyebrows whispering, “At that time, people thought it would be better in the Yin Ghost Zone, because the Yin Ghost King doesn't eat people and protects girls very well..."

“Yin Zi... His Majesty the Ghost saved my sister...” Felicity said softly, lowering her face, "Brother Darcy... when the communication came... I was at the signal stand, at the time... the sisters wanted to tear the signal station apart, wanted to completely disconnect from the outside world, hope that the new queen could not find us...”

“Yes, I contacted District 11.” The boy in the ninth district nodded, and Fia called him Darcy.

“Then... you heard, at first… I can't believe…” Fia grabbed her hand nervously and looked behind her, "Actually… now you're all behind me, they're watching together. Later, I saw my brother in Wangdu busy fixing the front line back of the battleship, he looked very, very spiritual, very happy, and envious of someone who could be on the front line, I, I was very happy...” Her voice trembled, and when she raised her face, she had cried red eyes, “Dad, Grandma also saw that my brother had not been eaten by Margaret, and became a holy warrior in Santori! They were all excited, they knew it was the queen who really saved us, really protected us and helped us! We, we!” Fia couldn't speak with excitement, and suddenly, more and more men, women, middle-aged people, young people, boys, girls, they looked at me in earnest and excitement, and there was a flame of anger burning in her eyes, and she said, “Your Majesty! Please let us avenge our dead children! Let's join the jihadists! ”

I'm thrilled that their outrageous emotions infected me too, but what about the jihadists?

“Mujahideen? ”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Gally's voice trembled with excitement in District 8, "they now call the king Santo, and the warriors in the capital, we call them Jihadists! Because when the mayor of Belo came to the front, he told us it was a jihad! He's proud to be in the jihad! He will wash away his sins with the blood of Jihad and atone for those who were eaten by Margaery because of his incompetence! So we want to join this jihad, too! ”

Jihad...

I look at the ever-quiet stars, which is what he once said to Pedro and Inge, who gave a sacred definition of this war!

I tried to keep myself calm, to calm down the new tide of my worship, to look solemnly at everyone, positively, out loud: "Okay! My Polar Queen Lobien, you are officially allowed to join my holy army today! Together with the Ghost-Eating! Crusade!”

“Okay!”

“Okay!”

“Okay!”

The world is really going to change dramatically!

Eating Ghosts, Ultra Light Army, Silver Moon City, the entire Kansas Star, prepare yourselves for this holy jihad!

More and more people are being sent to the front line, which makes the Fourth Army more unstoppable, almost sweeping past, than ghosts in some of the pockets will surrender or flee in the morning wind.

And the haunted people of Nablun district smelled everything they could on the wind belt and fled by boat, and there was no civil unrest that they were worried about.

It's also said that my title on the North Star helped a lot.