Black sail

Chapter 629 IX. Hatred
When a country is on the verge of destruction, it is often because of its internal weakness and inability to resolve its contradictions.

The Witch Hunting Secret Office has already undermined the royal power and reorganized the dying Old Aram, showing the last remaining power of this country. No one can avoid this overly brutal and terrifying edge.

However, one man gathered a large army and fulfilled the prophecy of the court sorcerer that the descendants of the Overlord would come on a silver dragon and destroy the kingdom of Aram.

The tenant farmer worked all day long in the fields, but his assets were more than his debts, so he was sent by the lord to his death.

A wanderer whose family was broken up and whose loved ones were destroyed due to the monarch's incompetence and the war among the lords.

All these things are hard labor.

All the tragic products of the old system converge here.

The man succeeded.

Later he was also called the Emperor, but in today's Western Continent, and even in all the surrounding continents, no one dares to call his name, for fear of being hurt by his mysterious power of fate.

The deputy director of the Witch Hunting Secret Service was right and wrong.

All the opposition in old Aram pretended, and perhaps actually believed, that they had not seized power voluntarily, that they would only be in power for a limited period of time, and that a paradise where everyone was equal would soon appear.

No one's purpose in seizing power is to give up power.

Power is an end, not a means. The purpose of persecution is to persecute, the purpose of torture is to torture, and the purpose of power is to power.

The Deputy Chief of the Witch Hunting Secret Service is right.

but……

Not everything can be solved with a knife.

He is wrong.

Even if the emperor has unparalleled power and is able to capture a dragon, he cannot defy fate.

It was a year of severe disaster.

In the second month of the 2671st year of the Holy Spirit Calendar, there was an earthquake, houses collapsed, bricks and tiles fell to the ground, and there was a rumbling sound. In the seventh month, locusts filled the countryside and ate up all the people's farmland. In the ninth month, the locusts had nothing to eat and went to the Narrow Sea to die.

In the 2672nd year of the Holy Spirit Calendar, there was a severe drought in the spring. In the summer, there was heavy rain like hail, the hail was as big as peaches, and the ground was red like ochre, just like a bloody purgatory.

In the Battle of the Royal City, with 100,000 cavalrymen, we cannot just pin our hopes on the farmers. Bandits, fugitives, and foreign rebels are the main bureaucrats of the current military government.

How can an emperor become a king if he only has the courage of an ordinary man?
The newly established Aram regime was on the verge of crumbling.

It is said that outside the Great Wall of the East, trade with the Far East Islands has made that country extremely wealthy.

When people are sick, they need to take medicine.

When the sky is sick, it will eat people.

From then on, Aram began endless foreign wars, expanding westwards, southwards, northwards, and eastwards. No matter whether they were aliens or humans, no one could escape. Aram, which was originally ruled by a military government, became an unstoppable war machine.

The Forsaken Land of the West Sea, the Great Wetlands of Southern Mungus, the North, the Far East...

It all started more than ten years ago.

At that time, several vassal states bordering the eastern province of Aram, west of the Great Wall, were still the territory of the Kingdom of Pema, but later became independent one after another.

The year is 2673 according to the Holy Spirit calendar, but it is more appropriate to use the Aramaic calendar, which is 1274 according to the Aramaic calendar.

Even the ancient ruins, with huge walls and moats that stretched dozens of miles horizontally, were hundreds of feet high, and hundreds of meters wide, could not stop the emperor from leading his troops to the east.

The current king of the Kingdom of Pema, Philip V, is a recognized benevolent monarch.

Following the example of Pedan's system, national academies were opened in the central capital and the east coast to prevent talented people from being retained in the territories of their native nobles. The "Enlightenment Act" was introduced, and a large sum of money was taken from the national treasury to support education.

The easternmost country of the Western Continent has good weather and is experiencing unprecedented peace and prosperity.

When the sky really falls.

There was no warning.

The army of New Alan faced a long period of civil strife and experienced a change of domestic regime. What they defeated was the Witch Hunting Secret Office that had made the entire Western Continent tremble with fear in the old days.

Those who can survive in this situation are all brave warriors picked from hundreds, but they are still... thieves in the army.

The emperor's conditions were taken for granted. He wanted everything from Pema, not only the land delivery and high tributes, but also a complete subversion of the monetary settlement system and completely emptying Pema.

Philip V had to lead the army in person.

The imperial army was like a ragtag army, and in eight months they fought their way to the east coast.

Rape, poisoning, massacre, arson.

The iron hooves crushed all hopes into the mud, and the groans of the dead were like an invisible river.

Rusty rain seeps into the wrinkles of the earth, ugly vultures peck at the carrion, unsent letters home give birth to maggots in the blood, and wedding rings are cut off the ring fingers of the bride's remains.

In hatred, the cradle has become a new tombstone, clouding the eyes of countless babies.

In the end, Philip V was trapped in an isolated city and committed suicide after being defeated. His legitimate son Philip VI knew that there was no way to save the situation, so he had to agree to the emperor's conditions and went to Aram to negotiate peace, but he was lured and killed in the imperial palace and died in a foreign land.

Still the Emperor did not give up.

Felling trees to build ships, and metallurgy to forge swords, it was actually the trade with the Far East that made Bema rich. So the Far East should be even more worthy of plundering, even if it was separated by the entire East China Sea.

He wanted to create a heaven that would last for thousands of years, even greater than the one that Overlord Cyrodiil had created two thousand years ago.

Therefore, the Long March to the Far East, the bridgehead in the East China Sea, was called...Port of Heaven.

It's been nearly twenty years.

The Principality of Bema has been completely constrained by Alan, and has to face the endless plundering and killing by the pirates on the east coast. Most of the pirate fugitives who fled to the East China Sea can only survive by looting the coastal villages and towns.

It is still the same today.

It's like the trauma and pain left by the war, which can never be shaken off.

Still ringing in my ears...

Long roar.

This is the 2690th year of the Holy Spirit calendar and the 1293rd year of the Aramaic calendar.

Vampires have no concept of time.

But the time scale of human civilization is short.

Twenty years is enough to build a glorious empire.

The 16th Continental Martial Arts Competition.

On September 9, the so-called bloody fourth round.

There was a man, a Bema man, from the east coast of Bema. He had heard that girls in the town were raped and killed by pirates. He had also seen the rampant tyranny of the Aramean military, police, and special agents who handled cases across borders. He had also heard his father's generation describe the war in 2673. He had never met his uncle who died under the sword of the Aramean soldiers, or his aunt who jumped into the river.

Rao was instilled with lasting hatred since childhood.

But he always felt very far away.

Even further away than the Far East.

Until the civil strife in Bema this year, the XIth generation of the former royal family Rodrigo, he foresaw a certain future, a tragic fate of repeating the same mistakes.

He wants someone... to assassinate the emperor. The only way is to bypass all the imperial guards during the martial arts competition on the mainland, take advantage of the audience with the emperor, and kill him with one blow when he is most relaxed. He needs death warriors.

It would be best if this assassin could win the first place in the mainland martial arts competition, so that he would have a real chance to get close to the emperor. This cannot be taken by force, only by wits. He must use the curse obtained from the Witch King by the leader of the underground organization, the Gate of Truth, to kill him instantly.

9 month 8 day.

Half past ten in the morning.

In the bloody fourth round, the crowd in the Imperial Arena was boiling.

The sunlight in the capital of Alan was too strong, making it difficult for Godre to open his eyes.

Something...

It is elusive and its direction cannot be determined, but it has been roaring in my ears for a long time since I was a child.

It was not until now that Godre found the source of the sound. It became clearer and more real. The capital of Alan and the east coast of Pema were like... two different worlds.

Having lived on the East Coast for a long time, he finally understood the hatred that his parents had talked about for a long time.

Memories cast in asphalt are like thorny poison ivy crawling out of the throat.

may.

This is my invincible martial arts, this is my mission.

In the 16th Continental Martial Arts Competition, half of the participants were unknown guys who came out of nowhere.

As the Star Gazing Festival draws closer, the female hosts selected by Wang Tingyan become more and more stunning.

"Today... only sixteen contestants will remain. This is undoubtedly the most brutal day. One contestant must defeat multiple opponents in one day. The first one is against Godrej, a stateless man who has only been a new adventurer for a few months. He is the dark horse of this continental martial arts competition and defeated two championship candidates in three rounds. His opponent is Clark, the Star Splitter from the Narrow Sea."

The audience was celebrating.

Godre, who was treated like an ornamental animal, did not come for fame or fortune. Those cheers and laughter were like barbed ice skates.

He totally understands.

On the river of the past, in every crack of time, waiting to dig out that person's cowardly moment.

It's tomorrow.

The opposite hatred split into countless knife-wielding selves in the mind, and the flames of hatred ignited all the loud firewood.

(End of this chapter)