Chapter 1633: The Omnipotence of Power

Regarding all this, Teresa felt extremely helpless.

As the Archduchess of Austria, the most powerful person in Austria, her power had no effect when facing these refugees.

Power is not omnipotent; it cannot make grain grow overnight.

It also cannot stop the outbreak of this disaster.

Thinking of the culprit behind all this, it all came from so-called Catholicism.

Thinking that Catholicism, which aimed to spread the Lord's love to the human world, had actually turned Prague into a hell.

Teresa felt it was laughable, but the power in her hands was of no use at all against Catholicism.

The Crusaders were currently fighting in Hanover.

Teresa wanted to retaliate, but she had no Method at all.

All of this was tacitly approved by Victor's own grandfather in her name.

Teresa's status was not only as Archduchess of Austria, but also as a Noble who wanted to inherit the position of King of the Holy Roman Empire.

To inherit the position of King of the Holy Roman Empire, Teresa could not go against Catholicism.

It was even more impossible to command the Austria Jun and think about launching an attack against the Crusaders for the sake of crusading against heretics.

This was an absolutely impossible thing to happen.

Teresa had only endless regret in her heart, but it was already too late for regrets; this war was long past the point where she could control it.

Now all she could do was try to remedy the situation.

But it was too late.

Unknowingly, the shadow of that person surfaced in Teresa's mind.

Liu Zheng...

The man Teresa could not forget and could not erase, the man Teresa had let go with her own hands.

Regarding Liu Zheng, Teresa had only one long, lingering sigh.

Apart from this sigh, Teresa had no other expression.

There were no more emotions.

Meanwhile, in Egypt, Jiang Xuan and Nashadier formulated a plan.

To destroy the French Colonial Zone from within.

For this reason, Nashadier took Marina and stepped into the French Colonial Zone.

As Nashadier's Mistress, Marina, who was originally an Egyptian Noble, actually agreed to this matter without the slightest hesitation.

In her own words, Nashadier was a powerful man, a man powerful enough to conquer her body and mind; for such a man, she was willing to do anything.

Soon, Nashadier and Marina arrived at the French Colonial Zone.

This was the edge of Egypt.

Although it was also ruled by the Egyptian dynasty.

But the French had been deeply entrenched here for many years, and the rulers here, the so-called Commanders and chieftains, had long been replaced by those pro-French.

The people here were mostly black, and others were pitifully few.

But it was that small handful of people who ruled a very large area.

Regarding the rule of these French, the local indigenous people had complaints.

But they also had no complaints; for the people at the bottom, it made little difference who ruled.

Their only relationship with them was how much tax they had to pay.

They just farmed as they should.

The complaints were directed at those former ruling classes, who had either submitted to the rule of the French or had been killed by the French.

Some of them even rose up to resist, but when facing the powerful French army, they had no power to fight back at all.

After Nashadier arrived here, he instantly felt as if he had changed into a different world.

It no longer looked like the scenery of Egypt.

There was no endless desert here.

There were more grasslands, mountains, and rivers.

The environment was at least more suitable for human habitation than the Egyptian Sahara Desert.

The French

established large plantations here.

Used for growing cotton, and in some places, they even built a Textile Machine Factory.

In cities where there were many French, the infrastructure was quite good, but in places where there were few French, that infrastructure could be said to be basically non-existent.

Regarding such scenery, Nashadier had no great interest.

Egypt had plenty of such scenery; he looked at Marina and asked, "Whose territory was this before?"

Marina looked at the city that had changed its appearance, frowned slightly, and said, "This should have been the territory of Sugela; he was the chieftain of the tribe here."

"He once submitted to the Egyptian dynasty. I came here when I was a child. Our family and his family even had a marriage alliance. If it weren't for the fact that I was the second daughter of our family, I might not have been able to meet you, General."

"I might have been married off here."

Marina looked at Nashadier with great charm.

Nashadier smiled faintly.

"If that were really the case, then this chieftain named Sugela would have to be careful."

"He would be my enemy."

Hearing this, Marina's face turned red: "It's a good thing it was my sister who married here."

Marina continued, "Perhaps we can look for my sister and see if she can help us."

Nashadier nodded.

This was a good idea.

If they could obtain Sugela's help through Marina's sister, it would save them a great deal of trouble.

Sugela was the chieftain here, so the power in his hands must be extraordinary.

If they could obtain his military support, that would be even better.

In that case, destroying the French Colonial Zone from within would be much simpler.

However, a trace of worry also rose in Nashadier's heart.

This was a French Colonial Area; a chieftain like him might have already defected to the French, or perhaps even have been killed.

Nashadier had to consider the possibility of such things happening.

If it really had happened, Nashadier would have no choice but to implement other plans.

And at this moment.

On the other end of Egypt, Dike was still worried about the matter of the port.

Those hateful paupers actually dared to refuse him.

This made Dike extremely furious.

But he was helpless.

After all, the Militia Union now controlled the port.

Killing the leader of the Militia Union was a very simple matter; for Dike, it only required bestowing upon him a single bullet.

The other party would then have to go meet their Anubis.

The deity in Egyptian legend who governs life and death.

However, what he would get in return would be the total collapse of the port.

In that case, the two Mediterranean Sea coastal port cities they had exchanged for the price of four mining areas in Britain would become completely useless.

For Dike, this would be an unacceptable matter.

What gave him an even worse headache was that the people of these factions in Egypt all seemed to be as solid as a rock.

There was absolutely no Method to exploit them.

Dike let out a long sigh, his face left with nothing but endless helplessness.

Just at this time, he happened to receive a letter from the direction of Britain.

Dike looked at the letter and was instantly enraged!

"That woman, I'm going to kill her!"

The letter read: Mr. Dike, when you see this message, do not be angry; your wife has betrayed you, and has for a long time.

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