Four-Armed Divine Emperor

The new king of Arseni was by all accounts a competent warrior.

After his legions were shattered and his loyal followers were slaughtered, he fought to the last moment, despite the fact that the battle was over and only a few men remained with him.

At the hands of the old king, the kingdom lost almost all of its elite troops. After he was captured and sent to Kalvik, a simple and brutal coup took place in Asseni. A highly prestigious chief seized the throne and killed the bloodline of the former royal family, trying to save the kingdom with his own efforts, but this was meaningless. The failure of the southern country could not be saved by replacing a ruler or a general. His seizure of power only made him take on the responsibility of facing the next thing instead of the original monarch.

Although from the Norman point of view the old and new kings of the Arseni were crude and greedy plunderers, he was indeed a warrior, and even when the monster offspring of Caesar severed his legs with its claws, he was still trying to kill the terrible monster that slaughtered his guards by throwing his sword.

Even though it was useless.

The Norman warriors rushed forward and captured the king with his legs cut off. Then, under Caesar's orders, they gave the monarch the last bit of respect. They found the throne of the King of Arsenides in the throne room which was decorated like the Chief's Hall, and then placed the king with the broken legs on his throne and carried him to the central square of Arseni Castle.

A large square is a must-have in almost every Asta city. It is an important building that combines people's lives, law reading, speeches and mobilization.

It was here that the King of Arseny met his final fate. The Normans read out his crimes of allowing his troops to plunder in Bleau and ordered the king to be publicly executed in the name of the new King of Bleau, whose name most Normans did not even know.

A sword was stuffed into the king's hand, and then he was stabbed to death on his throne by a Norman warrior with a spear. Before his death, he shouted to the people: "It's my turn! Friends, don't shed any more meaningless blood!"

The Norman envoys then read out a series of decrees and laws from the new rulers. Caesar left behind some soldiers to begin searching for resisters and re-establishing administrative agencies. The Normans had to deal with a lot of difficulties in governing the conquered territories, but this did not matter to the Four-Armed Men. They did not even need to consider the issue of loyalty.

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Those fanatical mountain people in the border areas, and those adventurers and immigrants who have stayed in Normandy for a year in order to make achievements, as long as their abilities are barely acceptable, may be recruited by the Norman-Carvic regime, and assigned an official position such as protecting the people, collecting taxes, or guarding the city defense, and sent to serve in the newly conquered territories.

Or they could simply transfer older or disabled soldiers from the army to local bureaucrats.

After all, anyone who has been under Ai'er's rule for a long time, and has accepted and psychologically identified with his rule, will eventually become a loyal and reliable "submissive citizen."

The promotion of a large number of civilians to official positions would definitely have shocked the Thrasy countries, which were still in the medieval or even classical social structure on Earth, and made the nobles panic. However, in the face of the Norman's invincible power, all of this became useless noise. Where the Star Dragon Flag was raised, no one dared to rebel against Calvik. In other places... anyway, they had already entered a state of war, so there was no need to worry about bad reputation or anything.

On the contrary, this system of "employing people according to their talents" also triggered the same effect as the propaganda campaign launched by El before, which promoted "opening up the land and conquering the mountains" in and around Brio, attracting many adventurers from surrounding countries to come and try to gain the opportunity for promotion.

Caesar did not waste much time in Arseniburg. After spending a week resolving the problems around Arseni, he immediately led his rested troops westward.

Originally, he was going to return north to Calvik. Mirre was also being attacked by several of his descendants. When Caesar broke through Arseneple, he had also reached Mirre's capital. If he continued the westward expedition at this time, he might not have taken many steps before hearing the news of Mirre's demise, and his trip would be in vain.

But because of the news of the coalition forces of Moria, Kirin Tor and Ionia, Aiur quickly sent someone to inform the third son, asking his army to head west immediately after resting, where they would join the detachment that was attacking Mirler and seize the opportunity to attack Moria.

There are forty-seven heirs in the Southern Army, more than half of whom have reached adulthood, can transform into offspring, and possess a dual system of warlock bloodline and psychic power.

Such a force, in fact, the Southern Army alone only needs to spend a little time and resources to develop a large enough mortal army.

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The entire Thurso area can be conquered.

But this is only part of the power of the El race.

The place where Ai'er's descendants are most concentrated is not even the army, but the administrative agencies. Without exception, they are absolutely loyal, have no corruption or malfeasance problems, and are highly qualified bureaucrats. Each descendant is equipped with multiple adjutants, and together with their own transformation of lower-level descendants and dependents, they can quickly build an efficient governance system, which plays an important role in Ai'er's establishment of effective rule in newly conquered areas.

As for military affairs, it is not his main concern now.

El now thinks about how to have good eugenics every day, and at the same time he eagerly absorbs knowledge about the world of El.

The more they learned, the more vigilant and respectful they became towards the floating city. Reaching the seventh ring would make them legendary, otherworldly, and even the biggest limitation for mages—magic power—would no longer be a major constraint on them. A seventh-ring mage's body could already be half-magical, and the speed of storing and replenishing magic had been greatly improved. They already had one foot halfway into the threshold of traveling the star realm. One person could defeat ten thousand troops and fight against an entire country. This was not an exaggeration.

Although El could almost achieve this level if he faced a backward secular kingdom like the Serso Kingdom, his fear of the floating city's high-end combat power still lingered in his heart.

A seventh-ring mage masters at least hundreds of spells and is proficient in more than three secondary job systems. After reaching this level, the standardized extraordinary system formulated by the great mages is no longer a "restriction" for them. They can "define the rules" themselves. Simply put, with the same [Frozen Spear], Grace must use it in at least a "stick" shape, but legendary mages can use swords, spears, swords and halberds without any taboos, and can even use the principle structure of the Frozen Spear to throw out frozen soldiers and scattered flowers.

Moreover, this was only the mage's own strength, not counting the props, secret techniques, magic scrolls, and various resources they had accumulated during their long career of seeking knowledge...

Not to mention, there are even more powerful ones.

Floating city.

The most sophisticated and powerful magical masterpiece in the world.

Floating fortresses and space-based weapons carry the crystallization of the wizards' wisdom and magic. In an incident where the Witch King tried to make a comeback, the three nearest floating cities were driven to the outside of the portal connecting the Outlands to the Tartarus continent. The confident "Returning Home Corps" from the Outlands who ran out were forced to slaughter the enemy and forced to blow up the portal on their own initiative, for fear that the wizards would find them and beat them up along the network cable.

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All these insights made Al deeply realize the power of mages, not to mention those who had not appeared in front of the world for a long time. In the eyes of spellcasters like Shiril, they were no different from "gods" - powerful, sacred, and at the same time invisible to the mortal world, the Archmage of the White Tower and the Supreme Council.

The whereabouts of the great wizards are no secret, as any wizard knows:

Only after reaching the seventh ring can one break through the rules of the Il world and enter a higher level, namely the star realm.

There are magnificent scenes that even immortals who have existed since the birth of the world cannot see in their entire lives. There are countless unknowns and mysteries waiting for capable people to explore.

In comparison, the world of Il seems so ordinary and insignificant. Perhaps mortals would be happy to be the king of a fish pond rather than go with the flow in the sea; but for the "mystery seekers", this is not a choice.

For those who have reached the level of touching the astral realm, it is meaningless to continue to spend time and attention on the Il world that has "lost its unknown nature and appeal". They would rather travel in the astral realm for their entire lives, even if they face getting lost, disaster, or even being buried among the stars, and return to a higher nature.

Every mage must have a curiosity and strong desire for the endless world since the apprenticeship period. This curiosity is the driving force that drives them to study hard and immerse themselves in the sea of ​​questions and books. However, for most people, perhaps only a few out of a hundred or hundreds have the opportunity to touch the stars.

There are so many mysteries and treasures in the starry worlds, and the passage of time seems to be somewhat different from that in other worlds. A great wizard of the White Tower once returned once a hundred years ago. According to his own account, he had been traveling in the star realm for thousands of years, and it had only been more than a hundred years since he left Il. This time he "accidentally discovered" the coordinates of Il's world, thinking it was an unknown place that had not been explored, so he came here, but after entering the door, he found that he had arrived at his own home.

"Hmm? So this is the world I've been to..." The first words of the great wizard who walked out of the White Tower made the Supreme Council, who were excited to welcome the return of the true sage, feel mixed emotions.

The oldest among them was even the direct disciple of the great wizard, but now things have changed and the great wizard has ascended to heaven like a dragon, traveling among the stars.

Later, the Grand Mage "traveled" around the world of Il with the mentality of "revisiting old places". Still driven by the emotion of "taking care of his fellow countrymen", he left some of his carefully selected collections that "would not affect the order of the White Tower" to the White Tower. At the same time, he convened the Supreme Council and, with the authority of the Grand Mage, ordered a large-scale expansion of enrollment for three consecutive years, recruiting apprentices and encouraging all the current mystical apprentices - all the mages in the world of Il were apprentices to him, "Learn! The stars are waiting for you to explore!"

After a short stroll, Il went back to the Star Realm. I wonder if he will come back...

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But no matter what, their homeland is still here. These White Tower gods who have transcended from El have mastered many mysteries in the process of exploring the astral world, and have also mastered powers that are even more unimaginable to mortals. If El ascends to heaven and successfully conquers the floating city in the future—at the last moment, these great wizards suddenly return to attack...

It’s scary to think about.

Although they are far away, and the worst-case scenario, or even a lesser one such as Ai'er's abnormality being discovered, may not necessarily lead to a war with the White Tower.

But preparations still need to be made!

For Al, being sliced ​​was absolutely unacceptable.

He had been in Karlwijk for almost half a year. The chapter in capital letters was titled "Governing the Country", and between the words were words like "fishing", "slacking off", "making money", "making money", etc.

Now Al has begun to think about where to build his capital after he takes over the whole of Thurso. As a veteran strategy game player and wonder lover, he has begun to consider large-scale construction.

This is consistent with the huge shadow left by the Serso nations on the former "Mage Kingdom".

Those unscrupulous mages all regard the secular world as a plaything, or in other words, they regard the secular world and mortals as a backdrop and a playground with a "player mentality". After they established hegemony in Thurso, the hobby of several mages was to drive mortals to build some architectural wonders according to their own ideas or those that existed in history, such as huge pyramids, towering towers, terracotta warriors and colossi, etc. These did not mean anything to them. They might just take a few glances and check in after they were built, and take photos with the photo stones, but for mortals, these were life-threatening projects.

But the mages don't care about these things. They set a standard and make a requirement, such as seeing a pyramid rising from the flat ground within a month. The mages' lackeys will force the people to carry out the task. No matter how many people die from this kind of labor, to the mages, it is no different from the flowers and plants they trample on in the background.

If the people can't stand the oppression and revolt, it is just like a few wild monsters appearing at the doorstep, triggering some events. The mages don't care, but will take the initiative to "solve the problem". After armed resistance has no chance of success, the people of Serso can only endure it silently, and finally it will end when the mages get tired of staying here and leave.

If Al did this, many people would probably feel a little uneasy.

After all, it has been less than a hundred years since the Mage Kingdom, maybe sixty or seventy years. Apart from that, there has been almost no major chaos in Serso. The average life expectancy of people in the Il world is between one hundred and twenty and one hundred and fifty years old, and there are still many "old and strong" people who have experienced that shadowy period.

However, even if El wants to carry out a large-scale construction, he will not sacrifice human lives. Reality is not a civilization. Even if Qin Shihuang has 6 lives in a round, he still has to spend construction times. In reality, it is manpower and lives that can speed up the wonders.

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El plans to build several large "Nest Cities" and more cities of different sizes that act as nodes in Thurso, which he and his descendants will be able to disperse and concentrate in to bring into play the hidden effect of the talent [Nest Foundation].

When his tribe's "nest" reaches a certain size, the psychic forces that spread between each other will be connected into an invisible large network. Combined with the concealing effect of psychic energy, when he incorporates the entire Thurso into the "nest", it will be enough to form a giant psychic stand in this area, in which his power will be greatly enhanced. At the same time, he can also silently influence the outside world's view of the Steel Soul in the Thurso area, making it continue to be "ordinary" and become a corner of the map that will always be ignored, just like in the past.

Even if he relies on accumulating small amounts of sand to build a tower, when he builds the entire Thurso area into his own nest and converts tens of millions of people into his "offspring", Ai'er's power will be amplified incomparably. At least in Thurso, if someone just "accidentally" comes here to explore and encounters a wizard who has discovered the extremely secrets here, even if it is a legendary seven-ring spellcaster, he will be completely sure to keep him.

After Thurso was built into the nest base of the Four-Armed Bloodline, he would have a stable and reliable rear base with a steady supply of resources, and he could then begin to expand towards other parts of the Tartarus continent.

The first to be hit are the south and the north.

The chaotic grasslands of the north were dotted with countless tribes and barbarian forces, and from time to time a royal Khanate or a fierce warband would rise up, only to disappear like snowflakes, melting in the sunlight;

To the south, through the territory of the Xerxes, there is also a state of division, with a structure of princes and rampant warlords, and a faint sense of vitality and the intention of all things to compete and develop.

Alan Empire.

121: The Rise of Rome

A knight in a purple cloak galloped across the plains.

From a distance, it looks like a ball of purple flame flying on the flat ground.

On the distant city wall, the watchtower immediately pulled the zipline and rang the bell after spotting the knight, informing everyone of the knight's arrival.

Soon, the commander of the city defense army and his deputies lined up at the city gate to welcome the knight.

Simply because the attire he was wearing was not something that ordinary people could use.

The mix of purple and red is a color scheme exclusive to legion officers and above, or only veterans who have served for the Double-Headed Eagles since the Devon Gale era at the latest can obtain this grace.

When the galloping knights approached, the officers of the city defense army

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I also saw the other person's dress clearly:

He was wearing a standard, high-ranking warrior outfit modified by the legion, with an iron mesh set wrapped with chains, pointed boots, a two-handed sword and a long shield slung over his back, and a double-headed eagle pattern painted in black and white on his chest. He also had one gold and two silver medals pinned to his left chest.

A Norman guard!

The officer seemed a little surprised, wondering how such a big shot could come to this small place.

"Father's order."

He rode his horse to the city gate, and with his skillful riding skills he stopped his mount at a very short distance. Then he jumped off the horse, took a scroll from the saddle and unfolded it.

Everyone in front of him immediately knelt on one knee, placed their right hands on their chests and lowered their heads.

The officer's face was trembling with excitement.

He never thought that he would have the opportunity to personally come into contact with the decree of the "Great Sage, Reverend Father and Holy Teacher".

You must know that in the more than one year since the Double-Headed Eagle ruled Thurso, this small town called "Halden" was still in an unknown and ignored situation, just like it was in the past in the Ionian Kingdom.

The orders of the Council of Sages were always sent directly to local bureaucrats, who then read them out to the public, delivered speeches, and publicized them to the public through posting notices and other means. This treatment was only given to towns that had officials appointed by the "Sages" themselves. In Halden, a small town with a permanent population of less than 800, even their administrative team was still made up of people left over from Ionia. In the Norman administrative system, it was classified under "Minnarell", another city very close to Halden, no more than half an hour's walk away, with a population of more than 3,000.

In other words, in theory, there is no such city as "Halden" in the Norman system. It is just a small town expanded outside of Minnarell.

"I obey your order!"

The governor, who was running hurriedly, shouted loudly when he was still dozens of steps away from the city gate, while his body lowered lower and lower, and finally knelt behind the soldiers at the city gate in an awkward sliding posture. His knees hurt, but he dared not say a word, and he did not even dare to show the fatigue from running all the way in a hurry, and his breathing was so cautious.

The knight ignored him and opened the scroll, reading to himself:

"I haven't taken charge of many of your areas yet. You're still using your old names and flags. That's fine. As long as you don't rebel, I won't punish you. But the name of our country must be unified. Previously, when I ascended the altar and worshipped the White Tower, declaring my rule over the world with my magical powers, I had already settled on a single name: 'Rome.' Expanding our borders and spreading our military might throughout the land, we now call ourselves 'Rome.' You must obey, or my soldiers will come and attack us. Beyond that, there's nothing more to say. If you have any complaints or encounter any bullying, go to the city and find the man with the double-headed eagle. Just live your lives well. In the future, I'll take you through the Yankees' territory and strive to ensure a good life for you all. This is my order."

He then took two steps forward and handed the scroll over. The governor took it with both hands in fear and trepidation. Only then did the veteran of the Royal Guards speak: "Arrange a room for me. I need to rest here for a day."

It was almost dusk, so the knight decided to stay here and rest.

Naturally, no one dared to disobey his order, so the city defense army immediately sent out three soldiers, two of them to lead the knight, and one soldier to hold his horse. The governor got up from the ground, gasping for breath, and asked his men to arrange accommodation immediately.

After thinking for a moment, he simply trotted over to the knight's side and said directly, "If you don't mind, please stay at my house for one night."

The knight strode forward without saying a word, nodding slightly in approval.

This made the governor happy all of a sudden, and he hurriedly ordered his subordinates to notify his family and prepare to welcome the distinguished guest.

The same thing happened in many places. Konoe was not a full-time messenger. He just felt a little tired of sitting in the room for a long time to handle government affairs, so he took the initiative to apply for "field work" and went out to run a few laps to relax.

This "Roman Kingdom" was born in the Thurso area only two years ago. It is very strange and stitched together. Even the name of the country is a joke of El. The administrative pressure is so great that these warriors on the battlefield, who have been thinking about relying on military achievements to gain a future in this life - pure warriors who want to leave their future to their descendants after death, have to change their clothes and sit in the palace with books, paper and pens in their hands to cooperate in governing the country.

A year and a half ago.

A great war breaks out in Moraria.

The outcome of the war is self-evident.

Even if it was to deal with the threat of the second magic kingdom, the countries of Thurso could be said to have "worked together" for once. Basically, they all brought their family's wealth, especially the highly paid magic consultants, who were paid a large sum of money in exchange for them leaving their homes and stepping onto the battlefield.

There are a total of ten mages.

Double digits!

Double digits!

This was already an absolute, crushing force in Thurso. It could be said that the mortal kings at that time even had an unspeakable doubt in their hearts: what if these wizards gathered together, chatted, and boasted, and suddenly fell in love with each other.

They thought, "We have entered the extraordinary realm, how can we be depressed and inferior to others for long!" But if someone suddenly turned around and united to turn against us, tore up the old contracts, and wanted to set up a "magic country" of their own, they would be dumbfounded.

Fortunately, these mages

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