Four-Armed Divine Emperor

When King Adwin touched the sunlight again, his face seemed to have aged twenty years. His loyal slaves were still closely surrounding him. The prince's herald was holding the flag of the flaming chariot - that was the family flag of Adwin Cecil, and walked tremblingly in front.

"His Royal Highness, the Western Prince of Xerxes, Great Satrap, is here to request a meeting with your commander-in-chief and the Master."

He boldly made his appeal.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

"The Grand Prince wishes to meet with His Excellency the Mage."

The messenger trembled and changed his tone.

The commanders also rushed over at this time. They looked at their old enemy prince who was still being guarded by slaves and could only see his old face, and they all smiled with joy. However, as nobles, they had proper etiquette, so they did not laugh out loud.

"Adwin Cecil, I wish to see His Excellency the Sage."

In the end, it was the king surrounded by slaves who took the initiative to speak, saving the messenger from embarrassment. The latter's knees softened and he knelt down, still holding the prince's flag in his hand.

Gandalf the White rode up on horseback, and he also received news from Aiur.

"Bring him to me!"

"The gods are summoning us! Bring them over!"

The mountain people immediately rushed forward, and the prince, who had no intention of resisting, waved his hand, and the slave soldiers obediently gave up resistance. Out of respect, no one detained the prince, and allowed him to walk to meet the core figure of this war.

The prince's surrender also meant that a war that broke out on the border between powerful princes from two rival countries came to an end.

At the same time, El, who was sitting on the stone slab with his eyes closed, suddenly sensed that not far away, a powerful, friendly... psychic power was blooming like a blooming flower.

Newborn babies send out to the world

Chapter 45

The first cry came out.

"Ansuna..."

Al stood up and looked in Muten's direction.

His child was born just now.

And like him, it possesses psychic powers that seem to be born with it, and is extremely powerful. The impact of its birth alone has attracted El's own strength, and instantly made El's psychic power that was originally lost due to fighting increase intuitively. Although it is very small, El can sense that when the child was born, the psychic power he possessed has also become stronger!

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Author's words: PS: I will start updating twice a day and adding more chapters from time to time tomorrow.

Chapter 40: Giving birth to a child makes you stronger?

Before this, Ai'er had been in this world for nearly a month, and had been thinking about how to improve his strength, but where could he get any useful information in the mortal kingdom?

After much thought, there are only two ways;

The first thing is naturally to go to the floating city to learn from a master. After the war, the White Tower wizards "in order to limit the abuse of magic in the world" carried out operations such as "recruiting soldiers from all over the world" and "burning books and burying scholars".

Basically, the world rules that lasted from the birth of the Wizard King to the two total wars were rewritten. With the prosperity and growth of civilization and the shining of the White Tower Order, it was basically impossible for a strong man like the Wizard King to be born naturally in the mortal world. All children who showed a talent for spellcasting, if they were in the civilized realm, would be happily sent to the Knights of the Law by their families and local reputations. They would be sent to the Floating City for training and study from a young age, and after they came out, they would become the best wizards.

Any attempt to steal magical knowledge or hide wizard seedlings to cultivate their own forces will be met with a ruthless attack from the floating city. After hundreds of years of development, the White Tower's absolute monopoly on magical power was finally confirmed.

All magic in the world comes from the White Tower.

In remote areas like the Serso area, far away from the order of the White Tower and a magic-poor area, if one or two natural spellcasters with outstanding talents are born by chance, they will either leave this place and go to the prosperous world to seek guidance from the White Tower, or, like the fox girl, become a "saint" or "prophet" in the eyes of the people in the landing area, relying on their innate talents, experience and instinct to master rudimentary magical powers.

But because of Al's own peculiarities, it is impossible for him to go to the White Tower and fall into the trap. He has no master and no background, and he was born with four arms that are so strange. Once he is discovered, he will not be able to explain his spellcasting ability at all.

For a wizard who has begun to explore the starry sky and has a certain understanding of other worlds, it is obviously very likely that he will be regarded as an alien visitor, locked up first, and then studied slowly.

So the first option is definitely not possible. At least before he makes sure that he can hide his identity, he can't go to the floating city. The identity of a fake "mage" is crucial for him, a fake mage and a real warlock. If he doesn't have this layer of skin and is openly hunted down by the hostile forces of the floating city, then in the eyes of mortals, he will not be the mysterious, noble and powerful "Lord El", but a "four-armed monster that ran out of a laboratory or another world."

The second way is naturally Al's plug-in.

[Genetic Bloodline·Blood of the Warp] gave him the power of psychic energy, but although the psychic energy was strong, he didn't know how to increase it. Before, when he was free, he had been trying to frequently control and use psychic energy in an attempt to achieve the purpose of "training", but the effect was minimal. During this period of time, except for the past few days when he needed to conserve his energy for preparation for the war, he exercised a lot, but the growth was indeed there, and it was really "a strand" as small as a hair.

This amount of psychic energy can probably only support El to control a feather to float in the air for a while before it disappears. He is not Teacher Saitama, so it is obviously impossible for him to improve himself quickly by relying on devilish training.

Then the only thing left is another talent.

[Genetic Bloodline·Father of the Clan], description is:

[Your reproductive capacity has been greatly improved. Your bloodline descendants will inherit some of your talents and abilities and grow rapidly. You can transform other creatures, give them blood, and bring them new life... Build a tribe and bring the world under the genealogy of a gene tree!]

Obviously, the effect of this ability can only be seen after Al gives birth to a child. After traveling through time, he decisively took as many children as he could, and had three and a half women in succession. To be honest, this ratio is quite high.

To be honest, Ai'er was originally quite afraid that this ability would allow him to become the queen of the Zerg, lay a pair of eggs, and give birth to a bunch of ugly bugs as cannon fodder, using human wave tactics.

It's a little bit unacceptable.

After all, Ansuna's belly was growing incredibly fast. Even if they'd gotten pregnant right then and there, only about twenty days had passed. This speed of gestation and birth was truly terrifying. Among mammals, El only knew of mice and rats that might have such a reproductive rate, but this was a human! A human! Could the physiques of aliens be so outrageous?

If El had not felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy from the spiritual energy, just like the vague consciousness he felt in Ansuna's belly, he really would not have believed that he had a cub less than a month after coming to the world of El.

Now, he could finally confirm that this talent had at least one crucial effect on him:

The more children he fathers, the greater his psychic powers will become;

Think about Ansuna again, even if it's just one month

Chapter 46

At the level of having one child, Al can start a harem of a hundred people. Relying on his current sexual ability, which is really indescribable except for being perverted, he can inject genetic material into all the harem in one day. After a month, judging by his current level of psychic power, when a hundred offspring are born, his psychic power will more than double in an instant!

Still a burst of troops!

The more descendants El has, the stronger he becomes. The stronger he becomes, the more descendants he can produce!

This way of becoming stronger by lying down is simply, simply...unheard of!

Looking through all the works of various genres that Al had read in the past, he had never seen a way to become stronger by giving birth to children continuously, and at a very fast speed, even humans could do it as fast as laying eggs.

But...he doesn't reject this.

It’s just a bit of a headache. What should he do when there are so many kids and he can’t even recognize their faces?

Raising children is also a big issue...

His mind was in a mess. After all, this was the first time that El had become a father in two lifetimes, and the cost of each father might be hundreds or thousands of dollars. Now he had only one cub, and he was thinking about how to deal with it when he returned.

Prince Adwin led the way, followed by dejected officers and nobles. Under the watchful eyes of the mountain people, they walked up the hill and came to El, who was thinking about the future.

Although the leader looked old, his high status could be seen from his clothes.

The corners of Al's mouth curled up slightly.

"People of the same trade" are coming to the door.

Perhaps noticing Al's playful expression, one of the lieutenants, wanting to show off and humiliate these despicable sneak attacks, immediately stood up and shouted, "What's the use of this?"

"Who is coming?"

As soon as this sound was heard, many people in the surrendering Xerxes' army immediately looked gloomy, with sorrow, anger, fear, grief and other emotions filling their faces.

The prince's messenger still wanted to fulfill his duties, even though he was already trembling with fear when he saw Al sitting on the stone slab with "Lady Grace" lying at his feet, his life or death unknown. He couldn't even speak clearly and stammered a response:

“Descendants of the blood of Aurora and White Flame, the Western Great of Xerxes’ country…” “Enough!”

Adwin shouted at the messenger to stop him, stepped forward first, took off the crown on his head twenty steps away from Ai'er, and placed it on the ground.

"Adwin Cecil of Xerxes, Prince of Mortals, it is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Wise from the White Tower."

He saluted Al with his hands on his chest and bent his back deeply.

Chapter 41: Return to Mu Teng

"No need for formalities, sir." Al raised his hand, not standing up. He looked at the people around him and said jokingly, "I heard that the prince was coming, so I brought everyone here to welcome him. The mountainous roads at the border are difficult to travel, so please don't blame me for not being able to come all the way to meet him."

The coalition army erupted in laughter. The bent-over prince's face twisted, his nails digging into his palms. He finally managed to control his emotions, raised his head, and sighed with a complicated expression.

"The power of a sage is truly difficult for a mortal to resist. I was so lucky that I thought I could deceive you. My arrogance and ambition blinded my eyes."

"I'm here to ask for peace. All my terms are acceptable. I only ask that you allow us to return home."

Adwin said, and picked up the crown from the ground, knelt on one knee and held it forward with both hands, offering it to Ai'er.

The joy on the faces of the Dwengaelic people could no longer be concealed. There was no doubt that with King Adwin's kneeling, the victory of this war had completely fallen into their hands. Retaking Muten was just regaining lost territory.

And now, they have defeated the enemy's main expeditionary force and captured several noble officers from the prince down. It can be said that most of the military forces of the Western Prince's Territory have been destroyed here by them.

If, like the Xerxes' surprise attack, the expeditionary force were to follow the same path they had come from, the already-elite Western Territory would be an undefended mansion to them! Devangel could achieve something the Blaeos hadn't accomplished in centuries! He could once again raise the banner of the Asta survivors on the land of their old enemy!

What an honor!

Just like what Adwin was obsessed with, he would rather deceive a wizard and launch a sneak attack, just to achieve the same goal.

The two countries have been in confrontation for a long time. Their former territories have changed, and eventually it became a chaotic border area located between the enemy and us. In name, it belongs to the two countries, but in fact it separates the two sides. It is also due to the pressure of reality. The remnants of Ashtar and the Zoroastrians have been hostile to each other for thousands of years, and neither of them has the ability to completely eliminate the other. They have to fight when they meet, but fighting will not produce any results.

In the end, both sides were a little tired of this, and they simply tacitly agreed to pull the mountain people out as a third party and as a buffer force between the two places. They turned the major wars and countless small wars that broke out from time to time into "proxy wars" to support and win over the mountain tribes to their side, and used the complex terrain of the border to divide the two sides.

Originally, they could have lived in peace. After all, with the border crossing, marching and logistics alone would be a huge hassle. Therefore, other forces would not accuse the two forces of attacking their old enemy just because the two places were adjacent but had not fought for a long time. Even if they did attack, they would have a clear conscience:

Marching through the mountains is difficult, the mountain people are stubborn and cunning, blah blah...

As an excuse.

Therefore, the border area was able to grow and develop between the east and west to the point where it can barely be considered a "swinging third party". This was based on the fact that the ancestors of both sides were "tired of fighting and did not want to fight anymore".

Chapter 47

Use this place as a buffer between the two, just like placing a group of neutral monsters and gnolls between the two tribal alliances, so as to prevent the two sides from directly bordering each other and causing a war to break out every few days.

But after gaining the support of the wizard, Adwin took the lead in breaking this balance, took the initiative to attack and seize Muten, and tried to expand further to the west. This made the Derwen Gaels very angry, and they also had the idea of ​​"If the enemy can go, I can go too."

Now that the enemy's main force has been destroyed, and the prince and the wizard have all been captured, why don't you, Lord Al, lead us all the way to the east and take down Herat as well!

The Xerxes must be punished!

No matter who it is, whoever can achieve the goal of defeating the enemy and expanding the territory, his reputation and status will be greatly increased in his own camp!

Ambitious people who are eager to achieve success and stand out but have no channels will flock to join him. During the last war, Adwin's main army had only a little over 10,000 soldiers. This time the surprise attack force is only slightly less than the last decisive battle. It can be seen that he must have been continuing to expand his army after capturing Muten.

Al knew clearly what the Devngels were thinking, and this did not conflict with their loyalty to him, because it seemed that continuing to attack Xerxes would not harm Al's interests. On the contrary, the main force was destroyed on the border, and two crucial figures, the prince and the wizard, were captured together. The leaderless Western Princedom had lost the ability to confront the Devngels' warriors head-on.

As long as the soldiers walked out of the mountains and appeared in the enemy's territory, showing them the captured flags and spoils of the prince's army, the enemy's morale would collapse, and the knights of the coalition forces could, like the cavalry of Xerxes who harassed the territory of Devangel, sweep through a village with only a dozen horses and plunder a town with hundreds of soldiers.

Slaves, wealth, and rich spoils are all at your disposal.

But for El, achieving this point is enough...it is even better to say that it has far exceeded his and Ansuna's expectations.

Their earliest plan actually did not include much planning for going to war. Without knowing the specific strength and with only one wizard on each side, for a king obsessed with expansion and fond of launching wars, the right thing to do was not to risk sending troops on a long expedition and to set targets on other neighbors who were easier to deal with.

But no one expected that Adwin's ambition was so great. He was obsessed with expanding westward, conquering the border areas, and establishing the Cecil Dynasty.

At the same time, the wizard employed in the Adwin Palace was a three-ring prophecy wizard. She detected Ai'er's level through her own spells - but in fact, it was the "warlock" level. A first-level warlock was judged as a first-ring wizard in Grace's spells. This level of novice was strong enough for mortals, but for her, a "parallel import three-ring" who was lacking in even the conventional aspects, it was just a minor trouble.

All of this bolstered Adwin's ambition, making him determined to go to war. So, while he sent envoys offering a large sum of money to sue for peace, he made a grand gesture, while at the same time, his army was already on its way, for great glory, for a name to be passed down through history, for posterity...

Now that all the great undertakings had vanished into thin air and the offensive and defensive positions had changed, I wonder what Adwin was thinking as he watched the heated atmosphere and the Derwengaelic warriors clamoring to counterattack into Xerxes' territory, plunder, burn, and once again drink the blood of their old enemies.

But all this has little to do with him for the time being. Now Adwin is a prisoner awaiting trial, and the power to judge him is entirely in Al's hands.

He waved his hand without mentioning any conditions. He first asked the soldiers to take the prince away and treat him well. As for the conditions... it would not be too late to mention them after returning to Mu Teng.

As a way to take care of his believers, Al recruited Saruman and Gandalf. Both of them were leaders of the mountain people in the border areas. One gave people the impression of being honest and wise, and the other gave people the impression of being cunning and wise. Saruman's territory was further east than Gandalf's. He had a keen sense of smell. After hearing the legend of the appearance of the "Four-Armed God" in the west, he brought his own dry food and came to seek refuge. He was also entrusted with important tasks by Al and was considered the second most important person among the mountain people.

They were assigned to reorganize the mountain people, clean up the battlefield, and count the prisoners. The German Gaels did not like the weapons and equipment on the prisoners, so they gave them all to the mountain people.

To ensure order, Al then asked them to take this loose coalition of mountain people to Muten.

And now, he only has one thing in mind:

Come back home!

Go see Ansuna after she gave birth, and see what the baby looks like who can make psychic calls to his father as soon as he is born.

"just in case......"

Some very bad images flashed through Al's mind, making him tremble.

Ansuna is still in contact with him, so she must be fine.

It's not like creating a monster like an alien that bursts out of the belly.

But if it was a creature like a demon, El would also be emotionally...