Racial Holy War, as previously mentioned, is a new type of warfare promoted by the Federation in order to reduce the cost of war. This was originally created to ease the conflict between different races similar to a mediation agreement, it became like what it is now after the subsequent continuous evolution.
There were people who tried to be deliberately dishonest after losing the war, but they ended up worse than losing the war, this is the power of the Federation.
The standard racial holy war includes seven battles, three outpost battles, three lieutenant battles, and one general battle, literally it is about comparing the strength, but in fact there is no such thing, who wins the most battles wins.
Except for the battle of the generals, on person can participate in a maximum of three battles, and the battle of the t generals must be the direct collision of the highest battle power of both sides, and the mediator will judge whether the people that two sides sent are the strongest for their side or not.
As for other details, let's not discuss it now.
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"Huh~?" Emile held her chin and looked at Cyric with a smirk, "The racial holy war ......"
"Yes, I believe you have learned from Kalmen that I am very disgusted with the so-called Elysis nobility who hold on to the vain honor inherited from their ancestors, and stubbornly keep their ways and commit inhuman sins in the name of loving humanity. However, I hate the group of people who do not want to resist, do not want to change the situation, do not have dreams and persistence more. As you surely know, I have been betrayed by them to become what I am now."
"So, if Faes want you to approve of their current dreams and perseverance, they have to pass your test first, right?" Emile yawned lazily and played with my hair carelessly, "And kicked me out of the war, what a good plan."
"......"
As if she is already tired of Cyric's silence, Emile crushed his silent field and led me to leap off the top of the city wall and landed right in front of Sicya.
"Where is your response to his request for a racial holy war?"
"Eh? Father ......Cyric wants to hold a racial holy war with us?" Sicya frowned as if he is surprised by the news, "Racial holy war ...... racial holy war ...... racial holy war ...... but I am a Turtota ......"
"From the moment of you starting the rebellion, you have been removed from the Turtota family, Sicya."
An icy voice came down from the city walls.
"......"
Sicya lowered his head and clenched his fist.
"Don't freeze, what's your response? Accept it or not? If not accept, I'll go back to Shia's Blood and sleep, it's boring ......"
"We decline." Without waiting for Sicya's response, a tall male draped in black robes beside him said towards Sicya, "Our own advantage is not our best combat power, but our numbers, and our heavy siege equipment. Why give up our advantage to fight the kind of war that relies on the best combat power?"
"So ...... Then I'll go tell Cyric that you guys refused?"
Though Emile said so, but she didn’t move her feet but stood directly in front of Sicya to look at his expression.
Sicya was having a hard time coming back from the news that he was removed from his family, and then looked straight into Emile's eyes -
"We accept. "
"Sicya!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zian Obek, it's my decision. Lord Emile, if I win, father will approve of our efforts, right?"
"Maybe."
Hearing this ambiguous answer from Emile, Sicya settled down and repeated his decision once again -
"We accept."
