A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

As the mercenaries, who were either attracted by money or beauty, ran away, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward.

Princess Sharlut opened her mouth several times to ask about Griffith, but in the end, she didn't know why she couldn't ask.

Because in her memory, it was Guts and Casca who rescued the dying Griffith, so theoretically, they should have been together since then.

But she didn't know about the demon ascension ceremony that sacrificed the entire Eagle Group, and Griffith's transformation from a human to God's Hand - Fermont.

Similarly, Guts didn't know how to face this princess who was basically equivalent to the loss of her country, and the unspeakable relationship between her and Griffith.

The two of them just stared at each other for a long time, and finally the young knight broke the silence and suggested: "This is not a place to talk, let's take a rest in the woods ahead. Otherwise, the smell of blood will attract wolves or other beasts, which will be troublesome."

"You are right, this is indeed not a suitable place for conversation."

Gus glanced at the incomplete corpses around him and the large amount of blood scattered in the mud and grass and decisively agreed.

In this way, the three people in a carriage continued to move along the bumpy dirt road for almost half an hour. After confirming that they were far away from the battlefield just now, they suddenly turned and entered a clearing in the woods to light a bonfire and camp.

After a while, the sky quickly darkened and ushered in a terrifying night.

As the war broke out completely in the east of this continent, many city-states and countries were even destroyed, so anyone with a little common sense and reason would choose to camp by the road.

That is basically equivalent to telling everyone to come quickly, there are a few idiots here who can rob.

Especially the light of the bonfire, which is like a bright light in the dark in the wild, will cause all kinds of troubles.

Of course, Princess Sharlut and the knight beside her certainly don't know this knowledge gained from experience.

Even the bonfire was lit by Guts who picked up some dry firewood around.

Feeling the warmth emitted by the orange-red flames, the princess, who was shivering in the rapidly dropping temperature at night, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe because she was in a hurry to escape, she obviously didn't carry too many things, not even a decent coat, only the gorgeous long dress she was wearing.

And the clothes of the nobles are usually not very warm in order to reflect luxury and beauty.

The design of the large amount of translucent lace in front of her is even worse.

When the temperature is below 12 degrees Celsius at night, it can't keep warm at all.

If there is no bonfire, even if you hide in the carriage, you will probably catch a cold.

Fortunately, Sharlut met Guts at the critical moment, otherwise what awaits her will be the most terrifying and miserable ending for women.

When she thought of the mercenaries' naked and unconcealed eyes looking at her before, and the possible ravages she might suffer, she shuddered involuntarily.

But she soon put these terrible images behind her and stared at the fragrant food in the iron pot.

As a mercenary and avenger who has been wandering alone for many years, Gus often survives alone in the wild in order not to implicate others. He only enters the town for supplies after the salt, dry food and condiments are consumed.

So he has already practiced good cooking skills.

Especially the rabbits and pheasants shot with crossbows, which have become very tempting under the frying of olive oil.

In addition, Sharlut has not eaten anything decent for two consecutive days since she escaped from the palace, so her stomach began to gurgle.

Not only her, but the young knight next to her is not much better.

Although this young man of noble origin has obviously received good training, it does not mean that he knows how to survive in the wild since he grew up in the castle and the palace.

From the frustrated face and messy black hair, it is not difficult to see that this knight with good fighting skills has suffered a lot in the past two days.

"Here!"

Gus put the fried rabbit and chicken on wooden sticks and handed them to the two.

Although he always looks cold and keeps people away, he is actually a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He can always detect what the other party needs most urgently at the first time.

"Thank you!"

The princess and the knight thanked them at the same time, and then they immediately stuffed the food into their mouths without caring about the heat.

They were too hungry after not eating anything for two consecutive days. Even the etiquette education they received since childhood could not fight against their physiological instincts.

In just half a minute, about 300 to 400 grams of meat were eaten up in a short time.

The young knight gnawed every chicken bone clean without any image, and licked his fingers, with an expression of unsatisfied expression on his face.

In contrast, Sharlut's eating manner was much more gentle. Although she ate quickly, she always stuffed small bites into her mouth.

After eating the whole piece of rabbit meat, she took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you going to find Griffith too?"

"Yeah, that's right, I'm going to kill this bastard myself!"

Guts showed a creepy grin.

"Kill...Kill him? Why? Aren't you the companions of the Eagle Group?"

The princess was stunned for a moment, with shock and disbelief in her eyes.

"Because he sacrificed the entire Eagle Group with his own hands.

By killing all of us, he became the Demon King and satisfied his twisted and morbid ambitions and desires.

Do you think Griffith is still the one who swore allegiance to the Kingdom of Midland?

No!

From the moment he sacrificed himself, he was no longer a human being, but a demon from the abyss.

Otherwise, how do you think he, who was dying and only had half his life left, recovered to his current appearance?"

Guts shattered the princess's dream in the most direct and straightforward way.

"No! You are lying! How could such a perfect person like Griffith do such a cruel thing? How could he be the Demon King from the abyss?"

Sharruth obviously couldn't accept this cruel fact, and screamed while covering her ears.

The princess was obviously protected too well since she was a child, so she had never seen the darkness of human nature and the evil of human heart, and she didn't understand what kind of crazy things an ambitious man like Griffith who climbed up from the bottom could do to achieve his goal.

The only thing she remembered was Griffith's face that was more beautiful than a woman, his heroic performance in ending the Hundred Years War between the Kingdom of Midland and the Empire of Yoda, and his elegant demeanor when facing her.

Facts have proved that women in a love-brain state are usually not rational at all, and they have their own filters when looking at people.

"So you ran out of the palace just to find Griffith?

Do you think that after you lost your status as the princess of the Kingdom of Midland, he would still hold you in his hands like a treasure as before?

Don't be naive.

When you lose your usefulness, even the former Griffith will kick you away without hesitation.

Do you know that he had an intimate relationship with the governor of the Yoda Empire for military expenses?

Later on the battlefield, Griffith took advantage of the fact that the other party coveted his beauty to make targeted arrangements, and then killed the other party who was no longer of any use.

This is his true face, an ambitious man who will do anything to achieve his goals.

And why do you think your uncle, the king's brother-Juris was assassinated?

That was an order issued by Griffith, and I was the executor."

When saying this, Guts' tone was obviously sarcastic and mocking.

He could understand the admiration and love of the princess who was not well-versed in the world for Griffith.

After all, when Griffith pursues someone, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, it is almost impossible to resist his amazing charm that cannot be described in words.

Casca has been secretly in love with and worships Griffith for a long time, and is willing to do anything for him.

Even Guts himself once fell in love with him and willingly became a tool for the other party to realize his ambitions.

But what was the result?

When the Overlord Egg was activated, Griffith trampled on it all mercilessly!

The intense pain, anger and hatred devoured Guts' heart like a venomous snake.

He dared to guarantee that if Sharlut went to Griffith, her final end would be very miserable, and she might even become a pathetic plaything.

Just when the princess was shocked beyond measure by the explosive information, the young knight beside her suddenly drew his sword and roared angrily: "Damn executioner! So you are the murderer who killed Count Juris's family! I will avenge them today!"

"Revenge? Just you? What's more, even if you want revenge, you should go to Griffith. Because I was just a sword in his hand at that time."

Guts glanced at the other party and shook his head with a sneer, obviously not taking it to heart.

Because if this young man dared to swing his sword at him, he would definitely kill him without hesitation.

As for the guilt for killing Juris's young son, Adonis, he had already let it go with the end of the journey to the west.

The young knight was obviously very clear about Guts's strength, so the whole person froze in place, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly involuntarily, and there was fear in his eyes.

Just as the atmosphere around the campfire became more and more tense and more and more depressing, another figure suddenly walked out of the darkness slowly.

When the metallic skull face appeared in front of the three people, Princess Sharlut and the knight gasped instantly.

Only Guts remained calm, picked up a piece of fried meat with a knife and put it into his mouth, and asked without raising his head: "You suddenly appeared at this time, you don't want to stop me from looking for Griffith?"

"No, I just want to find out what happened to you."

The Skeleton Knight walked straight to the campfire and sat down, ignoring the other two people from beginning to end.

Or in other words, the trash like Princess Sharlut and the young knight who were trapped in the law of causality were of no value in his eyes.

"As you can see, I got the power from another demon god to fight against the God's Hand and even kill them. Now Griffith is no longer invincible to me, I can break the law of causality that is bestowed on him."

Guts gave the answer openly without any intention of hiding anything.

He still had a good impression and gratitude for this mysterious man who saved himself and Casca on the day of sacrifice.

Although he didn't know the other party's origins so far, as long as he was the enemy of the Hand of God, he was a comrade-in-arms.

"Why did that man give you such power? What kind of intention does he have for this world?" The Skeleton Knight continued to ask.

Gus swallowed the food in his mouth and shook his head with a wry smile: "You ask me?

How could I know.

In fact, I only know his name is Sos, the lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, the prince of the devil, the lord of the dark dimension, and the supreme father of New Phyrexia.

In addition, before I fell into a coma, I vaguely saw a huge, terrifying humanoid monster with endless majesty all over his body, and a dragon with multiple heads.

Maybe that is his true body.

The human form we see now is just a disguise.

But anyway, he gave me the power of revenge, so I am willing to be used."

"What's the price? What did you lose while gaining power?"

The Skeleton Knight's tone was a little heavy.

Guts replied indifferently: "The price is that if I die one day, my soul will belong to him. This is not too harsh, right?"

"Soul?"

The two cold lights in the Skeleton Knight's eyes flashed violently.

Because everything involving the soul is dangerous and complicated.

"Yes. I signed a contract and exchanged my soul for power. At least in my opinion, this is fair, and there are no other restrictions."

As he said, Guts raised his hand and released a ball of unprocessed soul energy, and the whole arm seemed to be wrapped in silver mist.

The Skeleton Knight stared at the energy for two or three seconds before sighing slightly: "Alas - you are too reckless and don't understand the meaning of the soul at all. And don't you worry that the guy will use you to achieve his own ulterior motives?"

"It doesn't matter.

As long as I can kill Griffith, I am willing to pay any price.

As for what this world will become, I don't care at all.

What's more, from what Soth did in the west of the continent, I think it's not a bad thing to let him rule mankind.

At least most people don't have to starve and freeze anymore, and can live better than before."

Gus undoubtedly didn't take the Skeleton Knight's warning seriously.

Because he had seen the vibrant and flourishing state of the west of the continent, and he also personally felt the convenience brought by the train when he came back, so he had already recognized this model of developing productivity and improving people's living standards in his heart.

And in his eyes, even if Zuo Si would become an evil god and tyrant in the future, it would definitely be many times better than the current bad state.

Since it won't get worse, why not try it boldly?

"Then what's going on with your current state? Have you become the other party's God's Hand?"

The Skeleton Knight continued to ask, obviously very dissatisfied with Guts' current attitude.

"No, I am still me, and I am not controlled or influenced mentally. According to Soth, I am his elect, and we have common goals and interests, that's all."

After saying this, Guts no longer paid attention to the other party, but concentrated on eating, and soon swept away the remaining food in the pot.

After realizing that he could not ask more useful information, the Skeleton Knight immediately turned around and rode his beloved warhorse and quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

And Sharlut and the knights around her were trembling with fear at this scene that was completely beyond their cognitive range.

They dealt with it all night, and early the next morning the three of them set out on their journey to the Eagle City.

Obviously, Guts planned to use Princess Sharlut to try to see Griffith directly, and then attack and kill the other party without saying a word.

Princess Sharlut wanted to see with her own eyes whether her beloved had really become a demon king as Guts described.

…

At the same time, far away in Kaldheim, she was busy collecting more cosmic nectar, monsters and titanium crystals, and suddenly received a message from Anastasia.

Especially the artifact in her hand, which looked like a fairy wand, the [Scepter of the King of Warlocks], has now completely turned into a translucent structure as gorgeous as cosmic nectar, and it is obvious that the top material [titanium crystal] for making artifacts in this time and space has been added.

This material is not metal, but condensed from the sap flowing from the World Tree.

The World Tree God Eshika used this thing to make the [cosmic nectar] that the gods rely on to maintain their own divine power.

It is not difficult to see from the weapons and equipment on her body that little Annie has collected a lot of good things in this time and space, and has also learned and mastered a lot of knowledge related to magic and quasi-divine power.

Suddenly!

An old man with mysterious runes carved all over his body, a bald head and a thick beard on his chin suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

One of his eyes glowed with a blue light, and there was a huge crow on one of his shoulders.

From the endless majesty, it was not difficult to judge that this was a god of Kaldheim.

To be precise, it was the god of knowledge - Erland.

In the myths and legends of this world, he gained vast knowledge by fighting against those cosmic monsters that are older than gods, and he is also the god of magic in this world.

He first observed with interest for a while, and then smiled and asked: "Little guy, why are you frowning? Who made you unhappy?"

"No, I encountered a little trouble."

The girl frowned, looking very cute.

"Oh? What's the trouble? Why don't you tell me, maybe I can help a little."

Ailander's tone revealed naked and undisguised pampering.

From the conversation, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is obviously very good, and Ailander completely regards the other as his own child.

But little Annie shook her head: "Sorry, I'm afraid you can't help much. Because the trouble didn't happen in Kaldheim, but in another time and space."

"That's a pity."

Ailander shrugged helplessly.

"Can I borrow something from you?"

Little Annie suddenly raised her head and blinked her beautiful big eyes.

Ailander nodded without hesitation: "Of course. As long as I have it, you can borrow anything you want."

"I want your eye!"

Little Annie pointed her finger at the glowing right eye of the god.

"Oh? Why do you want it?"

Without saying a word, Ailander took off the glowing eye and placed it in his palm.

As a time and space similar to the Norse mythology, his positioning is actually very similar to Odin, so this eye is equivalent to the Eye of Odin, which contains very powerful power.

"Because I'm not sure if there is a shadow of my father behind this trouble. For safety reasons, I must be fully prepared, otherwise it will be miserable if I get caught."

As she said this, a hint of tension and fear was revealed in Little Annie's eyes.

Obviously, although she is rebellious and has a changeable personality, she is not a fool. She knows how dangerous her current situation is. If she is not careful, she may fall into the trap woven by Zuo Si.

"Ah, bad kids who leave home without permission are always afraid of their strict fathers, so you want to use my eyes to warn them?"

The corners of Alande's mouth rose very obviously, and he even had a little gloating.

He had heard about the other party running away from home and snatching his newborn brother from his father, so his attitude towards this family conflict was always to stand aside and watch the show.

After all, similar situations are too common in Kaldheim.

The only thing that made him uncertain was how powerful the planeswalker father who made little Annie so afraid was.

Without any hesitation!

Alande directly handed his eye to little Annie, and then stretched out his big hand to touch the girl's little head.

"Thank you!"

Little Annie immediately showed a satisfied smile after receiving the blue-glowing eye, and activated the divine power on the spot to make it into a pendant and hang it around her neck.

After doing all this, she immediately activated the planeswalker spark and disappeared on the spot.

Feeling the violent fluctuations in the surrounding space, Ailangde couldn't help but sigh slightly: "What a lively and rebellious little girl. Fortunately, I am not her father, otherwise she would be angry to death."

...

Zuo Si obviously didn't know that he had received the sympathy of the God of Space and Time Knowledge in Kaldheim. At present, he was training the young Titan Star Soul while gathering his own evil heart, and he didn't even care much about state affairs.

On the contrary, those ministers, bureaucrats, troops and civilians broke out in unprecedented enthusiasm for the kingdom to be renamed the Empire and the king to become the emperor.

Especially the legions attacking from all sides, they were frantically attacking cities and trying to present a great gift to the great emperor at this critical moment.

As weapons and equipment became more and more advanced, the tactics of generals and commanders became particularly bold and radical. They were no longer satisfied with defeating the opponent on the battlefield, but were more inclined to stimulate the opponent to gather troops through small-scale attacks, and then annihilate the main force through a decisive battle, and then divide the troops to complete the conquest of the entire area.

What's even more outrageous is that, relying on the crushing of hot weapons over cold weapons, they dared to take the initiative to attack and chase the enemy even if they only had one-fifth or even one-tenth of the enemy's military strength.

It can be said that the military spirit and morale had long been established in victory after victory.

The entire military system, from top to bottom, was proud and proud to be part of this country.

Facts have proved that war is the best melting pot for tempering a country and a nation.

When those conscripted soldiers returned home after retirement, they would naturally become the most staunch supporters of this new country and constantly influence and change the thoughts and ideas of their neighbors.

At this moment, in the palace hall, Hemmit, who had been promoted to the position of marshal, was reading aloud several war reports from the front line in front of the ministers.

After each letter was read, the clerk next to him would paint the conquered and occupied areas on the map in blue, symbolizing the territory, and those areas in battle would be painted in red, so that everyone could intuitively feel how powerful the empire is now.

Watching one country, city-state and noble territory after another collapse under the army's overwhelming attack, those nobles who were once high and mighty became slaves and playthings that they could do whatever they wanted, many people from the bottom of society felt extremely satisfied.

Similarly, they also felt sincere admiration and worship for the great emperor who sat on the throne and created all this.

"Your Majesty, at the current speed of advancement, we will be able to border the Kingdom of Mitlan and the Kusha Empire in about half a month at most. May I ask if we should stop fighting and rest for a while, and then accumulate strength on the border to launch a war to determine the ownership of the entire continent?"

Hermit asked cautiously after reading all the war reports.

"Marshal. I don't think there is any need to be so anxious. We can slow down the advancement of the front-line troops and let them fight to consume their strength first. Then we can seize the opportunity to reap the benefits."

Another man in a general's uniform stood up and expressed his views.

His words were immediately recognized by many people.

After all, no matter how powerful a country's military is, it will never like to fight a tough battle, but will rather wait for the enemy to be defeated before cleaning up the mess.

Moreover, the Kusha Empire and the Mitlan Kingdom are not easy to deal with.

The former's monster army and the latter's cyborg army are both supernatural forces, and there is also an apostle army led by Griffith in between.

Because Zuo Si threw a large number of apostles and undead creatures made of netherworld energy into factories and construction sites to make up for the shortage of labor, they are no longer a secret in the eyes of the empire's top leaders, and even some crazy guys began to study how to transform people into apostles and have made some progress.

Therefore, the military, including Hemmit, has long known the approximate strength of apostles, monsters and cyborgs, and has formulated a series of targeted tactics.

The current imperial army is no longer the mob that was pieced together in the feudal era, but a modern army with discipline, faith, and knowing why they are fighting.

The old smoothbore guns in their hands have basically been replaced with rifles with magazines, machine guns, and rocket launchers, and the range of the cannons is infinitely close to the level of the First World War.

So although the apostles, monsters, and cyborgs have inhuman powers, the military is not afraid at all. Instead, they are very much looking forward to trying the power of their new weapons on these powerful enemies.

"No! I think it's just the opposite. We must not slow down the pace of advancement, but take advantage of the gap when the other side is on guard against each other and has no time to look west to push the border to the other side. In this way, we can have more strategic depth, and even fight on the other side's land."

Another general made a completely opposite suggestion.

It is easy to see from his uncompromising attitude that he is a thorough hawk, and even among the hawks, he is the most radical one.

The appeal of this faction is very simple, that is, "All under heaven is the king's land", and we must fight until there is only one country left on this continent, and all the rest must be destroyed.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Hermit obviously didn't want to get involved in the fight between the two factions, and directly kicked the ball to Zuo Si on the throne.

Zuo Si waved his hand impatiently: "You can discuss this kind of trivial matter in a meeting. If you really want to argue endlessly, decide by voting. Compared with this, I want to know where the envoy of the Kusha Empire is."

"The envoy of the Kusha Empire has boarded the train. If nothing goes wrong, it should arrive in five days at most." The royal steward Bertrand hurriedly stepped forward to report.

"Have you figured out the details of this envoy?"

Zuo Si asked with interest, touching his chin.

Obviously, he is much more interested in the Emperor of Horror and the Kusha Empire than Griffith.

Because the role played by the Kusha Empire in this world is equivalent to the Ottoman Empire that destroyed the Eastern Roman Byzantine Empire in the 14th century on Earth, and also stitched together a bunch of elements of the South Asian subcontinent.

In other words, the Kusha Empire is very likely to be a pre-modern super empire with an extremely large territory.

Moreover, it was not the loose organizational structure established by the Mongols, but a centralized political system with monarchical dictatorship.

This was a feat that was almost impossible to accomplish in the pre-modern era when transportation and communication were relatively backward.

In addition, Emperor Kong was the first apostle to clearly stand up against the Hand of God and the God of the Abyss, and he was also the only apostle who successfully ascended to the devil for the second time. His power even connected the Demon Palace and finally penetrated the barrier between the two worlds.

No matter from which point of view, Emperor Kong was the undisputed overlord of this world, an extremely powerful tyrant.

Bertrand smiled bitterly and responded: "I am very sorry, Your Majesty.

We know too little about the Kusha Empire, and we don't know the situation of the court of Emperor Genishuka at all.

So we know nothing about this envoy.

But he brought quite generous gifts, and the gold, silver, jewelry and precious spices alone filled an entire carriage, and even included hundreds of young and beautiful female slaves."

"What is the intention of this envoy? Or what purpose does the emperor of the Kusha Empire want him to achieve?"

Zuo Si raised his fingers and tapped the armrest of the throne.

"Uh... I think if nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to the confrontation in the east of the continent. Maybe he hopes that we can send troops to attack the Kingdom of Mitlan or the Eagle City from behind to contain these two forces." Bertrand guessed in an uncertain tone.

"I think it may include marriage."

Another minister stepped forward to remind.

"Marriage?"

Zuo Si was slightly stunned.

Because as far as he knew, Emperor Kong used his own son in the first sacrifice, and the process of ascending to the throne was quite bloody, so theoretically there should be no one left in the entire royal family.

Otherwise, if there was an heir, the powerful Kusha Empire would not fall apart immediately after Emperor Kong's death, but would at least be able to maintain for a period of time.

The minister nodded and added: "Your Majesty, the Kusha Empire does not practice strict monogamy like our continent, and illegitimate children usually have no inheritance rights.

They adopt polygamy, and as long as the bloodline is fine, there is inheritance right.

So the other party is very likely to take the opportunity to propose a marriage, and then marry a princess.

Then make an alliance based on this to divide the land in the east of the continent."

"Haha, if that's the case, it's interesting."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and a playful smile appeared.

He had a hunch that the messenger of the Emperor of Terror must be heading for Griffith and his Shadow City.

Because compared to the Midland Kingdom controlled by Hansel, Griffith, as the Hand of God, is the real mortal enemy in the eyes of the Emperor of Terror.

As long as he is unwilling to bow and surrender to the agent of the God of the Abyss, he will definitely do everything he can to kill him, or exile him back to the deepest part of the netherworld.

Just as the palace began to prepare for the ceremony of the kingdom's promotion to the empire and to welcome the envoys of the Kusha Empire, on the rails far outside the capital, a steam train was whistling harshly and moving at a very fast speed.

In one of the carriages sat an envoy from the Kusha Empire.

This was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a thick beard, a turban wrapped around his head and inlaid with gems.

He was wearing a gorgeous golden robe, holding a golden scepter, with a serious and solemn expression on his face, and his eyes were always fixed on this luxurious carriage specially prepared for him.

On the sofa opposite sat a stunning beauty who exuded an exotic style from head to toe, leisurely sipping tea.

The woman in a purple gauze dress and barefoot on an expensive handmade carpet stroked her long black hair, then smiled and asked: "Governor Madir, you look very nervous?"

"Of course!

Hasn't this steel train that can run automatically and carry a large number of people and materials at a time made you realize the power and terror of this country?

And the journey that originally took more than a month to complete now only takes four or five days.

What a speed and what a transportation capacity.

If used in war, it means that the army can be transported to any place along the way in a very short time.

Excuse me for being frank, the opponent's strength is probably not much inferior to our Kusha Empire."

When saying this, the man called Governor Madir subconsciously clenched his fists, and looking at the scenery flying backwards outside the window, he felt a strong sense of crisis for the first time.

Because even the elephant demon of the Kusha Empire cannot be compared with the steam locomotive in terms of transportation capacity.

In fact, the reason why the Emperor of Terror was advancing so slowly was because of the limitation of transportation capacity, and it was simply unable to effectively draw manpower and resources from the scope of its rule.

This is also a common problem of all pre-modern empires.

No matter how powerful the ancient empire was, even if it excluded the difference in weapons and used cold weapons, it would inevitably be unilaterally beaten by modern countries.

So the Emperor of Terror was actually playing a typical map coloring game.

Although the territory of the Kusha Empire was terrifyingly large, it seemed to have an inexhaustible population and materials, but in fact it was "fat".

The reason why the rule could be maintained was entirely because the Emperor of Terror himself was a powerful apostle and he had an invincible army.

If these two factors were lost one day, the huge Kusha Empire would split on the spot and decompose into independent small countries fighting endlessly.

As a senior official of the empire, Governor Madir knew the problems facing his country better than any outsider, and even repeatedly advised the monarch to reform, but in the end, all his suggestions fell on deaf ears.

The Emperor of Terror seemed to be in a hurry, desperately pushing the front line westward, not caring whether the rule of the occupied areas was stable.

"Relax, Governor.

Don't forget that you represent the most powerful empire in the world and the greatest conqueror.

And the stronger this country is, the more beneficial it is to us, isn't it?

Once the alliance is concluded, this power can be used by our Emperor Genishka to completely destroy the biggest threat.

As for other things, they are not issues we need to consider."

After saying that, the woman put down the teacup and stretched like a cat, showing her graceful body curves and her smart buttocks and breasts to the fullest.

Especially the visual impact brought by the looming gauze skirt, which can definitely make any man with normal sexual orientation want to take her for himself.

Governor Madir was also a man, and he had more than two dozen wives and concubines, so he swallowed his saliva involuntarily after seeing this scene.

But he soon forced himself to look away.

Because he knew very well that this beautiful woman of noble status was definitely not someone he could touch.

Just as the carriage fell into silence again, a spirit that ordinary people could not detect instantly passed through the wall of the carriage and drilled into the body of a petite loli who seemed to be dozing at a very fast speed.

The next second...

Her eyes suddenly opened, and she muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "It turned out to be an envoy from the Kusha Empire. No wonder he can use a carriage alone. The teacher's guess was right. It won't be long before a war will take place in the east of the continent."

As the last word came out, the girl pressed down the wide brim of her hat on her head to cover her eyes and face.

From the spell of the spirit leaving the body just now and the strange-shaped staff in her hand, it is not difficult to tell that this cute little loli is the little witch who left the Spirit Tree House - Shirki.

She obviously happened to take the same train to the capital with the envoy of the Kusha Empire...