"Al..I did what you said, but is this really right?"
The screen switches again.
This time, a man with mechanical wrapping all over his body appeared.
"You still need me to provide 500,000 people? Even children? That's impossible! You've already taken away a million people from our country over the years!"
"I'm not negotiating with you about the five hundred thousand people. I'm just notifying you. If you don't, you will be met with destruction."
After saying that, the man left.
The women in the palace were left standing helplessly before the throne.
A population of one million, all of whom are young and middle-aged. Even a country with a population of tens of millions does not have much labor force when it has one million young and middle-aged people, and there is even a serious shortage of manpower.
Many citizens have starved to death.
now..
But the choice is still the same: 500,000 or 9 million people, which one is more important?
Once you compromise, you will face endless compromises.
The anger is building.
This time in her dream, she swung her butcher knife again, killing countless people. The blood on her hands had already turned black.
Due to the lack of young and middle-aged people, big problems began to arise in the country of Aska.
Countless problems arose, the fields were left uncultivated and turned into wasteland, and countless people starved to death in their homes.
As winter approaches, more people die silently from hunger and cold.
In just one year.
The country that once had a population of tens of millions has now shrunk to only six million, and this number is even decreasing rapidly.
The palace was extremely deserted.
However, the ministers, princes and nobles in the hall were singing and dancing.
Because the technology we gain is so convenient, there is even technology that can prolong the lifespan of the elderly.
The queen sat in the main seat, she was dignified and gorgeous.
Outside the palace, countless people were sighing and groaning, naked.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"My dear, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep."
"Ah."
The queen, wearing a cloak, walked like a ghost in her own country, while countless people who had lost their husbands, sons, and grandchildren were hugging each other tightly in the house.
In the field, the old woman was pounding her waist, quietly watching the sunset, tears unconsciously sliding down her wrinkled skin.
Beside the well, the skinny lady was working hard to turn the pulley, but due to malnutrition, she didn't notice that the bucket that was about to reach the wellhead slipped off.
The skinny lady just sighed helplessly and could only grit her teeth and continue.
An eight-year-old child with a missing tooth squatted and looked at the mouse hole under his feet.
squeak.
With one pounce, the mouse that jumped out was caught.
The child's smile blossomed on his gray face: "There's meat to eat! Mom, there's meat to eat today!"
"Bao is awesome."
"Brother is awesome."
"Hey, Mom, when do you think Dad will be back?"
The officers and soldiers broke in.
A boy who was only eight years old was taken away.
The skinny lady was fighting hard.
But he was kicked in the abdomen by the soldier.
The lady coughed up blood, still holding the soldier's trouser leg tightly: "He... is still a child."
However, what greeted her was a pair of big feet that kicked the lady unconscious.
The cries of children and the wails of the elderly.
The flames quietly swept through the entire village.
Only a three-year-old child who was thrown into a well survived.
However, the world did not let this three-year-old child go.
He was beaten to death in an alley by the security guards.
Inside the palace, countless princes and nobles are enjoying everything brought by technology.
On the throne, the king held up a transparent wine glass, and the red wine was swaying, like human blood.
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"The number of 500,000 matches, so you need to pay 1 million this year." The man wrapped in machinery simply said something that shocked the queen even more.
"One million! Do you know how these five hundred thousand..."
"I don't care about that, and I'm not negotiating this with you. You have no choice but to accept it."
"!"
"This is the technology you mentioned last time."
The queen slumped on the throne, staring blankly at the blueprint the man had thrown down. She could only accept it silently.
Now there are choices between five million and one million.
The queen clenched her fists, but finally loosened them helplessly: "At least...it's enough for the rest of us to have a full meal."
But when she saw the technology she was asking for, she became a dancing fan.
A technological creation that can make it rain.
It can solve the problem of severe drought.
Meanwhile, near the capital of Aska, the weather was good and the royal nobles were well-fed.
There was no one on the throne.
A distant city.
The Queen walked down the street in her cloak.
Desolate and empty.
Countless empty eyes in the house were peering in.
A mouse quietly peeked out from the street.
Suddenly, a skinny figure rushed out and caught the mouse, but he didn't have time to be happy for two seconds.
More people appeared from behind.
At the same time, a group of thin men walked out of the house and set their sights on the queen standing on the street in a cloak.
Blood stains the earth.
The town disappeared.
The Seven Star Sword was quietly dyed with purple flames.
In another small town.
A group of skinny and unrecognizable women were arguing with each other.
"My children have more meat, while your two are as thin as firewood. You're making a profit if I can convert them."
Exchange children for food.
Purple-black flames burned on the earth.
Beneath the cloak, the princess's expression was cold.
He clenched the Seven Star Sword in his hand, which was burning with purple flames.
Silent anger, twisted will, the Seven Star Sword was twisted and changed.
"Next you need to hand over two million."
"No...it's impossible to give you more."
"I'm not negotiating with you. You can only choose to accept it or destroy your country." The visitor was condescending. Finally, he smiled playfully: "Of course, as the king of a country, if you choose to be my slave, I don't mind sparing you 500,000 people. What? Do you want to consider it?"
However, the ones who agreed on her behalf were the fat and wealthy royal nobles.
"No problem! She's useless now."
...
The screen disappears.
When the picture appeared again, there were broken limbs on the ground and blood soaked every corner of the palace.
The arrogant man was now kneeling in front of him in panic, begging for her forgiveness.
The only response he got was purple flames.
Countless wails came from the flames.
It is the cry of men, and the cry of the dead people.
blood.
Wailing.