Realm of Power

"Kala..."

"Kala...kala..." I couldn't tell what the sound was, but hearing it seemed to penetrate the body and rush into the soul, making one's body tremble a few times. The desolate wind of the wilderness whimpered past the white walls of the Holy City, and bursts of white snow fluttered in the wind, fragmenting the sky and spreading layer by layer over the earth. Looking from a distance, it looked like it was covered in silver and the land was desolate. It wasn't late at night, just dusk, but the darkness of the sky was the same as the night, giving people a heavy feeling, as if it was pressing on the heart and making it hard to breathe. The huge outline of the silver holy city is majestic, as if a giant beast is majestic on this land. In the temple at the highest point of the holy city, the towering tower-like altar is in the shape of seven corners. It is completely black and reaches the cloud peak. , the whining wind blowing from the temple was mixed with such rattling sounds, spreading into the distance, with a primitive roughness and a unique charm.

"What on earth is this world..." A hoarse murmur floated out from the towering temple altar, seeming to merge with the wind, making it vaguely unclear.

"It's snow!"

"How is it possible to see snow in the Holy City? The lowest temperature here is above 20 degrees."

"What on earth is Master Prophet doing!"

"Today is the day when monarchs from all over the world gather in the Holy City. What is the prophet going to do?"

Immediately after the sounds of various private discussions, snowflakes roared from all directions and gathered together, making the earth tremble! Everyone was dumbfounded. There was no more snow falling in the sky. All the snowflakes condensed to form a huge unknown symbol. The high platform of the temple looked up to the sky and screamed. The sound was so shrill that everyone who heard it immediately became confused. Shocked, as if being torn apart by the sound. Although no one could see it, they unexpectedly felt a soaring aura rushing directly towards the sky, struggling towards the sky, like a meteor shooting straight into the sky, seeming to blast a hole in the sky and open up a hope. Rumbling, roaring, whirling, as if some force hit an invisible barrier somewhere.

Yes, the world shook, and the buzzing sound spread in all directions

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood dyed the ground of the high platform red. At the center of the top of the temple, a middle-aged man in purple robes shook his body. He murmured and opened his eyes, which were full of fanaticism. In front of him was a sphere as big as a football, emitting a white light. In his right hand was something that looked like parchment, with tiny yellow light spots scattered on the parchment. His empty eyes stared at the sky silently, for a long, long time, and then he sighed.

"Is this the answer you gave me..." The middle-aged man looked angry and threw the parchment in his hand heavily on the ground. His figure was obviously bleak on the towering temple platform, and merged with the voice, revealing a... A sad loneliness and decline.

"I am a prophet. You cannot see the world I see..."

"You...can't see..."

"I will not give up, I will definitely find a way up! If there is hope, where is the hope? If there is no hope, why do you let me build this holy city!!"

The voice sounded like madness, almost hysterical, roaring and swirling for nine days. Below the temple, there are densely packed figures lying on the ground at this moment. They are men and women, wearing white holy city robes. They are densely packed around the altar. Although they are not moving, there is a fanaticism emerging, just like that on the altar. With just one word from someone, they can sacrifice everything for it.

The wind is getting stronger. "Since you let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope?" The hoarse voice on the altar was bitter and contained sorrow, and it lingered for a long time. The sound suddenly became louder, and I don't know what method was used, but I saw the color of the wind and clouds in the sky changing, and white snowflakes began to fall.

Sunlight streamed in from the large glazed glass windows, casting a long shadow in the huge reading room of the Getaiyam Temple Library. The quaint long cross table was covered with pits and traces of erosion by the years. Every one of them The long table has thirty chairs arranged side by side, and there are thirty such long tables. In the middle of the hall, the white coat of arms of the Temple of the Order is still eye-catching, but because the smoke and war are gone, it looks more like a huge curtain

White Luan Library

This huge building with a blue dome located on the south side of Getaiya, with a length and width of three hundred meters, was the news from the Southern Intelligence Department of the Temple Empire that the special envoy of the Red Dragon Palace was about to arrive in Getaiya.

The library of the main temple of the Knights even preserves more temple documents than the Holy City, which has experienced several wars. However, under the influence of the current popular imperial commercial culture, the library that was once home to temple priests has become inaccessible. Luoque, the huge reading room is spacious enough to accommodate 900 people, but there are only a dozen or so people at the moment.

These are business school students who are interested in the history of the Order State. Most of these young people wearing imperial blue business school robes are children of major chambers of commerce. They are more interested in the documents of the Order State. With a curiosity-seeking mentality, few people actually study these documents carefully. Occasionally, some people will make a few low shouts or whisper to each other. There are both men and women among these people, and they often start chatting with each other about interesting things that have happened recently, as if they are treating this place as a free communication place. The administrator is not surprised by this situation. If it was before, no one would dare to make a loud noise here, but now, as long as these imperial people don't take away the documents, it will be fine

Of course, there are occasionally one or two unexpected guests, such as the black-haired young man sitting next to the long floor-to-ceiling window on the east side. The map in his hand is a map of the Great Plains of the Holy Capital. Even at this time, the Great Plains of the Holy Capital The plain area is also classified as confidential and is controlled by the imperial military. The black-haired young man can get it. Naturally, there is a letter from the imperial military. The black-haired young man is sitting there alone, quietly like a statue.

"It's been an hour, and that man has hardly moved. Are all soldiers like this? They can't do anything but kill people?" Several young people from the chamber of commerce who were joking looked at the black-haired young man. Regarding soldiers, They were full of curiosity. A giggling young woman said, "If this is true, it would be tragic. At the banquet tonight, my father invited several officers. My father asked me to be responsible for entertaining. If they are all such boring people, How boring that would be”

"Actually, that's not entirely the case. As far as I know, there are still many active and interesting officers," the woman's companion said. "For example, Captain Lala Xisu of the garrison is a very likeable person."

"Lala Xisu? That outstanding officer who was rumored to have been praised by His Majesty? He is indeed a heart-thrilling handsome man!"

Hearing the discussion of the young men and women, a blond man sitting in the left seat at the entrance of the library lowered his head hesitantly. He was Lala Xisu, the captain of the regional defense regiment. He had also just received the order to come. The library is responsible for security. Because he wears casual clothes and deliberately lowers his hat, people who are not very familiar with him cannot recognize him for a while.

"This is an important protection mission. The protection target is a special envoy from a certain country who came to negotiate." The superior officer who conveyed the order didn't seem to be very clear. The order was temporary.

"Why did the special envoy go to the White Luoan Library?" Lala Xisu once asked his superior, but all he got was a blank look from his superior.

There has been news that a large chamber of commerce from the empire has taken a fancy to the library. In a few months, the library may no longer exist. The era of the temple is over. The Templars who devoutly read the literature have either died on the battlefield, or they have announced their withdrawal from the Knights Templar after being completely disappointed with the Temple. This is how the times are, coming like a tide and going away like an ebbing tide, nothing remains the same. The setting sun was still so lazy. Although Kakashi Su complained a little in his heart, he also felt a little emotional.

"The Holy City is a city for one year and a capital for ten years. The city is located in a low-lying plain, which is humid and rainy. There are more swamps nearby. It can not only irrigate fertile fields and raise fish for food, but also can be used as the east, west and north during war. Natural barrier. The unique water conservancy system turned the Great Plains of the Holy Capital into a grain-producing area. The Holy Capital built a city wall with a circumference of 12 miles. The city wall was 15 meters high, eight meters thick at its thickest and three meters thin at its thinnest. It was divided into two parts: the inner city and the inner city. share……"

Nalin entered the Getai submen in the evening, and the description of the Getai submen in the Red Dragon Palace naturally flashed in her mind. She is the best cartographer in the Gulf of Aden and has the ability to remember photographs.

This was the first time she came to this third largest city outside the Holy Capital. The commercial wind that hit her face was different from the withered Holy Capital she had just passed through. The first thing she saw was countless lanterns, some hanging in shops and residences. The gates, some of which are held in the hands of passers-by, come in all kinds of styles, clever and dazzling. The girls in colorful skirts are all dressed up, and the empire The gorgeous clothes and the pearl top hat in the style of the Order State are full of exotic style. The sounds of laughter and play fill the city gate avenue lined with shops. On the crowded streets, there is a special hall for the Southern Intelligence Department of the Empire. The advantage of the horse team opening the road came out. All the oncoming carriages spread out to both sides, opening up a big road in front of them.

The warm atmosphere around her made Nalin feel a little out of place. She recalled the scene when she left Aden, which was just as bustling and lively.

That's right, it's lively.

In order to attract the attention of the people, boost the morale of the country, and recover from the major blow, the Red Dragon Palace ordered the Gulf of Aden to hold a half-month celebration. Although it was still joyful, there was a sense of poverty and subversion. The unreal feeling of being intoxicated. After all, the Red Dragon Palace is not a secular kingship. If the Red Dragon Palace wants to completely control Aden, it must draw the original Aden nobles into its own camp. And now the thing that can touch the nerves of the Aden nobles the most is this war with the empire. All Everyone knows that Aden has suffered a disastrous defeat. The imperial army is pressing on the border again. Whether it can be stopped is another matter.

It is said that the emperor of the Empire is carrying out extensive construction work at the southern seaport of Hérault to build a permanent bridgehead for attacking the Gulf of Aden. Every day, countless fleets loaded with weapons and supplies sail into the great river of Hérault, continuously transporting the empire's most elite weapons to Egypt. Everyone in Luonan can feel that the empire's next attack will not be just a tentative attack of 20,000 people, but a battle of annihilation involving at least 100,000 people!

"The Gulf of Aden must immediately prepare for war and increase its number of troops by at least 500,000, otherwise it will threaten the country's destruction."

Despite the military generals shouting loudly, facing the bankrupt palace finances and nearly empty soldiers, they barely managed to draw out 150,000 people. The Red Dragon Palace used its powerful religious influence in the country. We appealed to people across the country to donate. Although more than 2 million yuan was raised, the demand for an additional 500,000 troops was still far from enough.

"This is completely impossible to fight. With a large army in the field, I am afraid that even the first wave of attacks by the imperial army cannot be blocked. If we choose to stand firm, our army will be defeated by the imperial army one by one. The original army of 200,000 people fought against 20,000 people. Even the imperial army has not won the battle. Now that the empire's military strength has increased fivefold, while our own military strength has shrunk, this war is closer to being unwinnable. The generals are facing an almost desperate sand table exercise.

There is an atmosphere of death and decadence all over the Gulf of Aden, but no one dares to really stand up and talk about peace with the empire.

The empire is on the verge of death, and no one wants to die! Let Red Dragon Palace try it! The situation is no longer what it used to be. In the past, Aden had a strong army and had the capital to negotiate. Now that the domestic army has been completely lost and the navy has been severely damaged, if we want to get the empire to agree to peace talks, the Gulf of Aden may no longer be able to offer such bargaining chips. If the Red Army If the Dragon Palace can do something, the Aden noble faction that originally opposed the Red Dragon Palace will also choose to support the Red Dragon Palace!

A bargaining chip that could tempt the emperor. After many discussions among the upper echelons of the Red Dragon Palace, some people proposed to cede thirteen oases in the desert as a means of negotiating peace. Others proposed to cede half of the south to the empire. Anyway, those places have been completely destroyed by rioting slaves... ...Most people believe that if you want the empire to cease war, you must cede land. Only the high priest himself made a decision that no one expected, using the map of the Holy City in exchange for peace talks with the empire.

"Can this thing really make the emperor agree to a ceasefire?

Even if it is related to the original prophet, after all, more than a hundred years have passed, and the emperor may not believe this." The senior officials of the Red Dragon Palace were in an uproar. It was well known that the emperor was not interested in the Holy City. For others, It is the ruins of the Holy City with great temptation. The emperor always runs far away. How could he agree to peace talks now because of the drawings of the Holy City?

Judging from the data, it was originally rumored that Prophet Ferran built the Holy City because of the guidance of some mysterious force. But for some unknown reason, Prophet Ferran suddenly abandoned the Holy City... The black-haired young man closed his hands with deep eyes. He was now certain that it was no accident that Prophet Felan opened the genetic lock and traveled to this era. From the description of the Holy City in the file, Du Yu made an astonishing discovery, the Spiritual Qi Tower! Felan wanted to build a spiritual energy tower by himself. He was worthy of being a prophet of Felan, but he failed...or it cannot be said to be a failure. The Holy City has indeed become a tool for hoarding huge spiritual energy, but he didn't know that Felan spent countless efforts to build it. He came to the Holy City, but finally gave up for some reason.

The carriage turned into the southern end of the city and stopped at the white Luoan Library. A pretty and tall figure walked down the steps.

"Hello, Miss Nalin!"

Nalin was shocked to see Anlok in a black dress standing at the door of the library, holding her arm affectionately, ignoring her wishes and talking in the tone of an old friend.

"Why did you arrive so late? If it had been any later, I would have ordered the execution of those who escorted me along the way." Ankeluo's tone was cold and arrogant, concise and dramatic.

Coupled with her cold and charming aura that comes from her bones, even though Nalin and she were once rivals, it was hard for her to say bad things to her for a while. "Your Majesty is waiting inside, Miss Nalin, come with me." Ankeluo took Nalin's hand with a sincere expression.

The door of the library was pushed open, and two beauties walked in hand in hand. Nalin's chestnut hair and brown eyes made people know that she was a beauty from Aden, full of vitality and vitality, making people feel her charming appearance. What flows inside must be wild blood,

And Ankeluo's face is even more bright and charming. The pair of bright eyes embedded deeply under the two curved eyebrows are like two pools of fragrant liquor, full of amazing attraction and stimulating reverie. Under the delicate nose bridge are soft and characterful red lips, which add a little more naughtiness to the cake.

"Which chamber of commerce is this from?"

"Never seen that before!"

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the two women sat down opposite the black-haired young man.

Facing the dark-haired young man's eyes that became bright and sharp, even Nalin felt confused for a while. Could it be that the drawings of the holy city really have such a huge appeal that the emperor of the empire came directly!