Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 109: The Emperor and Ao's Alliance

Silvermoon City is the treasure of the North and the core of the Lords' Alliance.

It is located on the north bank of the Shwewen River.

It has a wide pier and a magical arch bridge across the Ruiwen River that can only be seen in the moonlight - the Moon Bridge.

The majestic city wall bends into a semicircle along the river.

It is a beautiful city full of trees and beautiful buildings.

Sculptures carved from the vividly veined marble are located throughout the city.

Cobblestone roads dotted with green grass run through every corner of the city.

When the armies of the Lords' Alliance were defeated, the Emperor's legions swept across the Sword Coast and the North.

As the core city of the Lords' Alliance, Silvermoon City inevitably became the primary target.

The Emperor and the other three Primarchs each led an army to conquer different areas.

Silvermoon City is the Emperor's target.

Woo!
Woo!
A huge horn was blown, and the sound shook the sky and echoed in every corner of Silvermoon City.

The residents of the city packed up their belongings in panic, fled their homes, and escaped through the city gates.

The soldiers of the Guard are still holding their posts.

But from their slightly trembling bodies, it can be seen that their hearts have long been consumed by fear.

The generals stood on the city wall, looking at the magic warships in the sky and the advancing army on the ground, their faces pale.

Those lucky ones who escaped told them what happened on the battlefield.

Accompanied by terrifying explosions and bright lights, a team of a hundred men was killed in a matter of seconds.

There wasn't even a complete corpse.

The battlefield was like hell, with broken limbs, broken bones and rotten flesh everywhere.

boom!
boom!
The magic puppets and iron guards took heavy steps, trampling the ground.

Each step made a dull sound.

They stopped when they were still a little distance away from the defense range of Silvermoon City.

A fleet of magic warships spread out in the air and surrounded the entire Silvermoon City.

The muzzle of the magic cannon flashed with the light of psychic energy.

They are gathering strength.

Once they receive the order to open fire, they will pour their fury upon Silvermoon City.

The Emperor and Raven stood on the leading magic warship, overlooking the beautiful Silvermoon City.

Several high-level magicians flew up using levitation.

One of the ladies was wearing a light-colored wizard robe and holding a unicorn staff with the Silver Moon emblem.

She was flying in the front and was obviously a leader.

"Ms. Alustriel Silverhand."

Through the raven's reading ability, the Emperor learned the past and story of the leader of Silvermoon City.

Alustriel is a powerful wizard and the chosen one of the goddess of magic, Mystra.

So far, he has lived for more than seven hundred years.

"Dear Lord of Humanity."

Alustriel bowed with graceful manners, and looked at the Emperor with complicated eyes.

The other person possesses a kind of nobility and sacredness that mortals cannot achieve.

Even a saint incarnated by a god is not even one-tenth as good as him.

One can't help but wonder what a mysterious identity he has.

"I'm glad you can use this name. Does this mean that Silver Moon City has given up resistance and chosen to surrender?"

The Emperor looked at Alustriel and asked.

"If that were the case, it would have been preserved intact, and no innocent people would have died."

Alustriel ruled Silvermoon for more than a century.

Persist in promoting peace and magical development among all races.

Today's Silvermoon City is not only a city, but also the embodiment of her lifelong ideal.

"Is there no other choice? Silvermoon City can become your vassal, and then the Lords' Alliance will also serve you."

"If there had not been that war, I might have considered it." The Emperor smiled, "But the war has already broken out, and you have lost."

"If you lose something on the battlefield, you can never get it back in negotiations."

"You only have two choices, either let Silvermoon City be reduced to ashes, or surrender unconditionally."

The Emperor's toughness made Elastro hesitate.

She looked at the magic warship in the sky.

Each ship is so huge and surges with amazing magical power.

Looking at the ground again, the magic puppets and iron guards were moving forward side by side, full of a solemn sense of oppression.

Alustriel sighed softly.

"I choose to surrender."

Alastor had no choice.

Once the Lord of Mankind orders an attack, the entire Silvermoon City will be reduced to ashes.

Those who stay will also have a miserable ending.

That kind of scene was definitely not what she wanted to see.

"It's a smart choice."

The Emperor looked towards Silvermoon City below and smiled.

The upper city area of ​​Silvermoon City is where the powerful and wealthy gather.

All the families that can own mansions here have a long history and a complex network of interests in the North.

They influence all decisions in Silvermoon City through their wealth and status, ensuring that their status and wealth are not damaged.

If there had not been this war, they would have enjoyed the good life brought by wealth and power for generations to come.

And now, it's all over.

As the leader, Alustriel chose to surrender.

The nobles were unable to organize any effective resistance.

Even if they took out the money from the treasury, no one would be willing to accept their employment.

The news coming back from the battlefield was terrible.

Mercenaries don't make money that they can't spend.

Enver leads Iron Watcher into Upper Town.

Follow the orders of the Seal Bearer and take away the wealth of the powerful.

A lot of gold, silver and jewelry were taken away by the fleeing dignitaries.

But what remains is still an extremely exaggerated fortune.

The Iron Guard, made of magic and steel, has no human emotions and can only obey orders resolutely.

The threats, intimidation and bribery used by the powerful are useless against them.

They could only watch helplessly as the family wealth accumulated over thousands of years was looted.

The nobles who were unwilling to give in and intended to resist were immediately suppressed by the Iron Guards and then had their heads chopped off.

The headless bodies were thrown on the streets and the heads were hung up to warn those who might make trouble.

"go out."

"go out."

Several soldiers pushed the embarrassed nobles and took them away.

Enver looked at the guys.

I feel an unprecedented strong sense of satisfaction in my heart.

Silvermoon City.

The most brilliant pearl in the North.

The core of the Lords Alliance.

He once planned to develop in Silvermoon City, but the competition here was too fierce.

The nobles have long formed an intricate network of interests, and outsiders have no chance of getting on the chessboard.

Now, he holds the life and death of these big shots in his hands.

It is much easier to break into Silvermoon City than to fight your way into it.

"I am where I am today thanks to myself." Enver sighed.

It has been really difficult along the way.

"From now on, I will not allow anyone to speak loudly to me."

"Enver." A soldier came running from a distance on a warhorse. "The Master Seal Holder has sent a new order. Anyone who is willing to cooperate and hand over the wealth should not be overly embarrassed."

Enver immediately put on a flattering smile, swung his legs like Hot Wheels, and trotted all the way to the messenger.

"Please tell the Master Seal Holder that I will do it beautifully."

"Remember the order. If you pretend to obey it but disobey it, you know the consequences." The messenger turned his horse around and left.

The fawning Enver watched the messenger walk away, turned to the dignitaries, and changed his face again.

The stern face made the powerful people tremble in their hearts, and they all lowered their heads, fearing that they would be targeted.

"Hurry them up. We must plunder the upper area today." Enver shouted, "These stinky bugs should give everything for our Lord."

The fall of Silvermoon City was a landmark event.

Represents the destruction of the Lords Alliance.

The three primarchs led their troops to wipe out the remaining forces of the Lords' Alliance.

As they advanced, cities such as Waterdeep and Neverwinter fell one after another.

The Sword Coast and the North, which were ruled by the Lords' Alliance, completely changed hands.

Subsequently, the Emperor declared the establishment of the Empire of Man, with a double-headed eagle as the national emblem and the god of French fries and ketchup as the god they worshipped.

Beliefs in other gods either chose to be affiliated with the god of French fries and ketchup, or be expelled from the empire and prohibited from continuing to preach.

The capital of the empire was chosen as the Holy City, a newly built floating city.

As for the multi-ethnic issue within the Empire, the Emperor did not simply crack down on it.

The situation in each universe is different, so you cannot copy the practices of your own universe.

For example, races such as dwarves and elves who can intermarry with humans and reproduce offspring will basically not be expelled or discriminated against as long as they are friendly to humans.

The Emperor resolutely suppresses and eliminates races that are hostile to humans, such as the Githyanki, the Mind Flayers, and the Kambion.

The establishment of the human empire had a huge impact.

Not only the countries in the world of Toril, but also the heavens, were in turmoil due to the establishment of the empire.

The emperor's act of suppressing the faith of all gods by making him the god of French fries and ketchup completely angered the gods.

Oracles were issued one after another, and believers from all over the world rushed to the planet Toril because of the wrath of their gods, causing turmoil.

The Emperor was indifferent to all this.

He stepped up the intensity of reforms, crushing the many forces in the northern cities and the Sword Coast region and integrating resources together.

Foundries sprang up, with huge chimneys belching thick smoke.

Large quantities of weapons were produced like water, arming the army of the new empire to the teeth.

Even if you gain the favor of the gods, you will never be able to resist the wrath of these powerful equipment.

Invincible legions are raised, massive magical war engines that will conquer the world in the name of the Empire.

The mass production frenzy was ignited, and everyone in the new empire had to throw themselves into it, perform their duties, and contribute their own strength.

An all-out war that affects the entire world and even multiple dimensions has begun.

Once the war machine is activated, it will not stop until all enemies are crushed.

After a short rest.

The Emperor turned his gaze towards the southern countries.

South of the Sword Coast region, there are three ancient empires.

They are the Empire of Amn, the Empire of Tethyr, and the Sultanate of Calimshan.

They have thousands of years of history.

Due to witnessing and experiencing tragedies caused by magic, there is a deep-rooted tradition of banning magic.

The Emperor asked the three Primarchs to each choose a target and launched a war to conquer the South.

Faced with the empire's exaggerated invincible fleet of magic warships, as well as magic puppets, iron guards, and an army armed to the teeth.

The three empires had no power to fight back.

The long years of banning magic have left them short of spellcasters.

They also lack the means and experience to deal with magical creations.

The three Primarchs destroyed everything in their path, sweeping across the cities along the way.

Perturabo was still the fastest of the three Primarchs.

The target he chose was the most powerful Amn Empire.

This empire lasted for more than a thousand years.

The country's population is mainly Tethyrian.

They were once slaves of the Calimshans, but after an uprising they broke free from their chains.

In turn, they enslaved the Calimshans, became the new slave owners, and enslaved other races.

The Empire of Amn is a militaristic country.

The emperor was both the supreme consul and the generalissimo.

This country hates spellcasters extremely.

Anyone found to be using magic would be convicted and burned alive. The elves were also often persecuted and did not dare to appear in the country easily.

The Amn Empire lacks spellcasters, but its technological level is not low.

Because they formed an alliance with the Golden Dwarves.

As engineers and technicians, the Golden Dwarves provide smelting technology and various engineering creations to the Empire of Amn.

The Amn Empire not only has muskets, but also technological creations such as steam tanks and steam ships.

Such strength is considered top-notch in the world of Toril.

Unfortunately, they are facing the human empire with cross-era magical technology and Perturabo, who was born for war.

The fall of the Empire of Amn was doomed the moment the Emperor set his sights on its location.

"All slaves will be freed, and peasants will have the right to share the nobles' land and wealth. Follow the Master of Mankind, and you will have a better life."

Perturabo publicly announced this to the survivors when he captured the Amnian pass city of Espta.

Such a slogan is undoubtedly a nuclear bomb for a feudal empire that emphasizes clear class distinctions.

It put the lower classes and the powerful in the Amn Empire in opposition.

Especially since Perturabo was winning battle after battle.

It further undermined the dignity of the ruling class of the Amn Empire.

This made the slaves and the lower classes eager to challenge each other.

Slave uprisings and civilian uprisings broke out in succession in various places.

The armies in various places rebelled or simply fled, and were unable to organize any decent counterattacks.
The powerful Amn Empire was already in turmoil in just half a month.

When Perturabo arrived at Askatra, the capital of the Amn Empire, also known as the City of Gold Coins.

The loyalists to the Empire of Amn launched a final desperate counterattack.

They gathered all their forces, steam tanks, warships, as well as professionals, palace guards, and so on.

Charged towards Perturabo's army with a fearless attitude of death.

However, their loyalty and courage changed nothing.

The steam tanks and steam cannons built by the golden dwarves are just sitting ducks in front of the magic warships and the huge magic puppets.

As soon as the battle started, it was turned into scrap metal.

The army, ready to die, was blown into a pile of rotten meat by the devastating attacks unleashed by the magic warships and puppets, and then trampled into meat paste by the magic puppets.

Emperor Amn, who was watching the battle on the city wall, chose to surrender in despair.

"Another empire has fallen."

Isobel, the priest who followed Pertura into battle, sighed as she looked at the battlefield that was like hell.

"This is the general trend." Jaheira, the leader of the Harpers, looked at the people in the distance who were surrendering to the emperor and said casually: "The world of Toril will usher in a great unification."

The collapse of the three empires shocked all countries.

"The invincible demon army rises in the north, and the terrible tyrant will enslave the world."

Rumors spread to various areas, causing everyone to feel insecure.

"This guy called Emperor is really interesting."

"If he is the Demon King, then what are we!!"

The fallen seraph Zariel, the ruler of the first layer of the Nine Hells, began to grumble when he heard those rumors.

Zariel was once the Seraph of Mount Heaven.

Because of his strong sense of justice, he left the heaven, formed an army of Hell Knights, and rushed into the abyss of hell, intending to end the eternal bloody battle.

However, the long killing process overwhelmed the Hell Knight warriors.

When the portal opened again, many people deserted.

Zariel and the remaining warriors were outnumbered and captured by the demons of hell.

Eventually he fell into depravity and became the ruler of the first level of the Nine Hells.

The changes in the thread of fate make the future chaotic.

The ambitions of the Nine Hell Lords swelled once again, believing that this was their chance to defeat the gods and seize the entire multiverse.

Zariel took human form and entered the main plane as the vanguard of Hell.

She will open the gates to the abyss of hell and pave the way for the army.

Once in the Material Plane, Zariel heard the same stories everywhere he went.

Emperor, emperor, emperor.

Those small kingdoms fell one after another, and their resources and population were absorbed into the giant empire that wanted to rule the entire world.

"It is wishful thinking for a mortal king to dream of unifying the world."

"As long as Hell launches an attack, the so-called Emperor will know what despair is!"

Zariel put the matter of the Emperor aside.

Secretly gather people, make plans, and prepare a large-scale hell array.

Normally, the gods would notice her actions and send followers or warriors to stop her.

However, this time it was very strange.

The gods did not do anything to stop it, and even asked their believers to secretly help Zariel obtain the materials to open the hell circle.

This surprised Zahariel. Since when did the gods care so little about the life and death of the main material plane? !
But Zariel didn't know that.

The Empire's conquest of Toril was moving too fast, and the gods in the heavens were furious, but could do nothing about it.

Their believers were no match at all and were beaten all the way.

Every time the attempt to prevent it failed, the Emperor's revenge became more brutal.

They overturned their temples, banned their beliefs, and burned all the books recording their deeds.

The gods are restricted by the rules set by the Supreme God Ao and cannot enter the main material plane at will.

Even if the incarnated saint goes down, he is no match for the emperor.

They were naturally happy that Zariel and other Grand Dukes of Hell were willing to be pioneers.

When demons enter the main material plane, they have an excuse to naturally show up in their true form.

When the time comes, the first thing to do is to beat the emperor violently and let him know that the gods cannot be insulted.

The second thing is to send the demons back to hell.

With the help of the gods, the Hell Circle was opened, and a large number of demons poured into the world of Toril, setting off a terrible turmoil.

The capital of the human empire - the holy city.

As the war of unification progressed, a large amount of resources and talents were transported from all over the country to the Holy City, making it quickly become a magnificent city.

The Emperor and Malcador were in the Strategy Room.

Check the intelligence sent back from various places, sort out the current situation of the empire, and formulate new plans.

The northern kingdom of the dwarves has been conquered.

The island nations have been conquered.

The Moon Sea and the Valley have been conquered.

The empire's power expanded like a snowball, at an increasingly faster speed.

The double-headed eagle banner replaced the numerous emblems and flags and became the most common banner in the world of Toril.

Every corner of the world tells a great story about the Emperor.

Everyone realized that Toril was about to be unified for the first time in its history.

[The established destiny nodes change by 20%, obtain the Tome of Nether [Part ], analysis of the principles of legendary spells, principles and knowledge of faith-transformed divine power]

The Emperor, who was checking the battle report, suddenly received a reward for the change in his predetermined destiny.

An indescribable original power surged into his body, along with the long-lost knowledge.

It did not take the Emperor long to master all the contents of the Second Part of the Tome of Nether.

At the same time, he also mastered the skills of how to transform faith into divine power.

"It's somewhat similar to the dream converter I got in the past."

The Emperor recalled the dream conversion technology he obtained in the Tiga Universe.

That technology absorbs other people's dreams and converts them into energy, which is similar to converting faith into divine power.

With the Tome of Nether, the Emperor could weave a magic web even without the knowledge of the magic goddess Mystra.

As soon as he got back, he immediately started weaving a magic net that could isolate and filter the energy of the subspace.
That way, even if humans are promoted to a psychic race, they will be safe.

Just as the emperor was thinking about what the future should be like.

The sound of Waldo's footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, Sigillite." Valdor entered and saluted the Emperor and Malcador.

"What's the matter, Commander of the Imperial Guards?" Malcador looked up and asked.

Valdor said: "The three Primarchs Perturabo, Mortarion, and Lorgar are already in the hall waiting for an audience with His Majesty."

Malcador turned to look at the Emperor.

"My lord."

"Let's go and meet them."

The Emperor put the map down and headed to the hall with Malcador and Valdor.

In the hall at this time.

Raven was surrounded by three Primarchs.

The Primarchs held French fries and ketchup of different flavors in their hands.

"Perturabo, you did a great job. The potatoes and tomatoes watered with the holy spring of the elves have a unique flavor when they are finished."

Raven showed off his fries and gave sincere praise.

Perturabo swept through the Elven Forest.

Under the pressure of the empire's military might, the elves had no choice but to surrender.

A batch of precious holy spring water was presented as tribute.

Perturabo took some and watered the potatoes and tomatoes.

"As long as you like it." Perturabo smiled. "Gail said that he has connections with several fire elemental lords and can plant the seedlings in the fire elemental plane. By then, maybe there will be lava-flavored French fries."

"Tell him to rest assured and work hard. As long as he succeeds, he will have a bright future." Raven nodded. "We have to leave eventually. I think Gale is very qualified to be the regent of the human empire."

"Mr. Raven, please have a taste." Lorgar offered a plate of crystal-clear French fries. "These are grown by the deep-sea species. They have just the right fishy smell."

"No, Mr. Raven, try this. It's made from potatoes and tomatoes grown in the Undead Plane. It tastes amazing." Mortarion brought French fries and ketchup to Raven as if he was offering a treasure.

Emperor: “.”

Malcador: “.”

Waldo: "."

Damn corrupt elements!!
Just as the Emperor was about to step forward and interrupt the three Primarchs' bribery and ask them to report the latest battle situation.

Time suddenly stood still.

Even the light stopped at that moment.

The three Primarchs, Valdor, Malcador and others stood still.

Only the Emperor and the Raven remain able to move.

A ray of light emerged, and a man walked out of the light.

One step after another, it seemed as if they had directly crossed time and space.

Came from far away to the Emperor and the Raven.

The man's face was neither young nor old, neither handsome nor ugly, it could even be said to be symmetrical and featureless.

He has pale hair and a beard, and wears a robe that seems to be made of the sky.

The robe was black, dotted with tens of thousands of stars and the bright moon, which were laid out in a non-obtrusive pattern, making the robe look beautiful and harmonious.

"Ao." Raven showed a hint of surprise.

He recognized the person who came.

The other party is the guardian of the DND universe, the supreme god, Ao.

This being, like the OAA in the Marvel Universe, is the incarnation of cosmic consciousness and will not appear in front of mortals.

Today, he appeared in front of him and the big guy.

Something doesn't feel right!
"Stranger, Mr. Raven." Ao saluted the Emperor and Raven.

"Can you see him?" The Emperor pointed at the raven.

"Of course, if it weren't for Mr. Raven, how could you enter this universe!" Ao explained.

Raven's eyes widened, and he felt inexplicably guilty.

He didn't inherit many memories from the foggy space, and he didn't understand many things.

For example, what exactly is the foggy space and why can one travel freely through different universes.

"Are you the controller of this universe? You can also be considered the master. Then, you appear here, are you planning to make us guests leave?" asked the emperor.

Anyway, I have obtained the complete volume of Nether.

There would be no loss even if we expel them now.

"No, you did a great job. You brought a whole new change to this universe."

"This change is benign and will promote the evolution and development of the universe. How could I drive away guests?"

Ao shook his head.

"Then why are you here?" the emperor asked with a frown.

"Of course it's an alliance." Ao said.

"Alliance?" Raven widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

You, a god above gods, the most powerful being in this universe, actually want to form an alliance! !
This is not a joke!!

"Yes, an alliance." Ao said, "Those things wandering in the eternal void are becoming more and more powerful. As far as I know, many universes have been corrupted and become a hotbed for those unspeakable things."

"There is no way to resist them with the power of one universe alone. Only by uniting together can we have a glimmer of hope."

(End of this chapter)