Chapter 1233: Same script, same tracks, all races of the continent call out to the First Emperor (5/5, please subscribe)

"Kill!"

Across the endless wilderness, tens of thousands of troops charged, their shouts shaking the heavens.

With numbers exceeding ten thousand, they were boundless and vast.

The charge of tens of thousands of troops was like a sea of humanity surging forward.

Louise's expression was indifferent; to be more precise, she had become numb.

This was already the thirtieth day she had participated in the war, and she had taken part in dozens of battles.

Flesh and blood flying, blood flowing into rivers—these were common occurrences.

Even though she was not yet old, she had grown accustomed to it.

Nobility meant supreme glory.

But nobility also carried supreme responsibility; as a noble, she had the duty to expand the territory for the kingdom.

"Kill!"

The next moment, Louise's eyes turned sharp. With a lift of her hand, a light cannon landed in the most densely packed area of the enemy.

In the rear, Tiffania frowned, but in the end, she could only sigh.

War is cruel.

Even though the Kingdom of Tristain was doing its best to avoid casualties, the final death toll was still not a small number.

And she, aside from healing the wounded after the battle, had no other choice.

Since the war had begun, there was no turning back.

One hour later.

The Divine Guard easily defeated the tens of thousands of enemy troops; even when the opponent's mages took the field, it could not change the outcome of their defeat.

On the battlefield, wails filled the air.

Due to the Queen's order not to cause excessive deaths, most of the enemy troops were only severely wounded, having lost their ability to fight.

"Are you willing to surrender?"

"Her Majesty the Queen is the reincarnation of the Goddess of Life. This war is the Goddess's intention to end the countless years of chaos on this continent. As long as you surrender, I can heal your wounds."

Tiffania stepped out in time, a faint green light radiating from her body. Wherever she passed, the stench of blood dissipated.

The originally blood-red battlefield became incredibly verdant.

It was because she had channeled the Sweet Dew Spell, causing plants to grow rapidly and absorb the blood.

"We are willing to surrender!"

The defeated soldiers had thought they would be wiped out by the Divine Guard. Not expecting a turn of events, they hurriedly stood up, enduring the pain in their bodies to bow in worship.

Tiffania nodded with satisfaction, the light on her body growing brighter.

As the Sweet Dew Spell fell, the soldiers who had been severely wounded recovered as if they were new.

If not for the bone-deep pain they had felt just moments ago, they would have suspected it was an illusion.

"Praise the Goddess's heart!"

"We are willing to fight for the Goddess!"

With their wounds healed and reflecting on what Tiffania had said, they believed in their hearts.

If she were not a goddess, how could she cast such large-scale magic?

If she were not a goddess, how could she possess such great divine power?

If she were not a goddess, how could she be so merciful?

Through the Goddess's actions, they truly felt her benevolence.

She did not launch the war for the sake of power, but to end the continent's centuries of chaos and reduce the slaughter in the world.

At this moment, everyone spontaneously filled in the blanks, imagining Queen Henrietta as a merciful goddess, and countless firm powers of faith were transmitted across space to the Imperial City. ===== CHAPTER 1234 =====