Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

Standing on horseback in the temple, Lorenz had a profound awakening, much like the Buddha attaining enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, understanding the essence of destiny.

Even the slightest change in an instant can lead a system to a completely different future. This inherent uncertainty and unpredictability in the long term is the physical basis of "impermanence".

This is the meaning of "all things are impermanent"!

In a chaotic system, there is no "part" that can exist and function independently of the whole. The shape, path, and lifespan of a vortex depend entirely on its interaction with countless other vortices and with the entire flow field. It has no "independence"; its existence is relational and dependent.

This is the meaning of "all phenomena are without self"!

In chaos theory, the long-term behavior of a seemingly chaotic system often converges to a geometric structure called an "attractor." By understanding the operating rules of this chaotic system (the law of dependent origination) and ceasing to inject "minor disturbances" (afflictions such as greed, anger, and ignorance) that create chaos, one's life trajectory can gradually return from the surface turmoil to the deepest and most stable "attractor" (the emptiness of Nirvana).

This is "Nirvana, peace"!

When the Three Dharma Seals are perfected, I will attain Buddhahood!

Loran opened his eyes, and what he saw with his divine eye was a completely different world. Everything in the world looked different to him, with the forces of fate coming and going, while I remained unmoved.

"Others interfering with destiny: cause and effect, Zi Wei Dou Shu, Qi Luck and Yi Li, Feng Shui prophecy."

"I'll intervene in fate: for the chaotic system of the world, I'll build an analytical model based on the Navier-Stokes (NS) equations, and then see whether to use Reynolds-averaged time-of-flight (RANS) or Large Eddy Simulation (LES), and if the computing power is sufficient, I'll work on DNS?"

"Damn! If this counts as enlightenment, then what kind of Buddha am I? Namo Nusel-Plant-Reno Chaos Buddha?"

Chapter 250 The Godfather's Game: Undercurrents Rise in the Capital, Governors Gather in Corin

Loran's astonishing act was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the ripples of which quickly spread to every corner of the empire.

The news spread swiftly along the Imperial Road and sea routes: the Imperial Guard had been purged and reorganized, the Senate was silenced, the Emperor had become a puppet, and the late Emperor's widow had been deposed and imprisoned.

Even more disturbingly, Loran began issuing edicts to the provinces, demanding that the governors of each province personally report to Ebiscrajaya and collect exorbitant “taxes” to support his legions stationed in the capital.

The first to raise the flag of rebellion was Severus, the governor of Cissonia.

He was a nobleman who prided himself on the traditional virtues of the ancient broom flower, had close ties with the Senate, and was a close friend of Bussas Fabian.

Upon learning of the humiliation suffered by Bussus and the loss of authority in the Senate, he delivered a passionate speech to his legions in front of the military camp outside the provincial capital:

"The Plantagenet is no longer ruled by the Senate and the Roman people! It has been enslaved by a barbaric bandit from the border, a tyrant who tramples on all laws! He imprisons our emperor, slaughters the loyal Praetorian Guard, and tramples the dignity of the senators underfoot! Can we stand by and watch the great Plantagenet become the spoils of Loran Octlius Tilsius alone?"

"No!" The resounding response echoed through the sky like a tsunami.

Almost simultaneously, the young African governor Maximus Julius also responded to Severus.

His province was the empire's granary, and he cut off the regular grain supply to Ebiscrajaya, declaring: "We will no longer pay tribute to the dictator! Our grain will only feed the free citizens!"

In the East, the situation is even more complex.

Flavius, the governor of Nicania, a shrewd and ambitious general, saw an opportunity.

Instead of making a statement, he first made secret contact with the leaders of the barbarian tribes entrenched in the east—such as the Parthian vassal princes and the exiled nobles of Menia.

He used the gold and silver of Ebiscrajaya and future political promises to acquire the "volunteer" cavalry and archers of these barbarian warlords to join his ranks.

His stated slogan was "to restore the republican tradition and liberate the hostage Senate," but privately he told his son, "If that barbarian Lorraine can do it, why can't we? The key is who will ultimately sit on the Mount of Saint Lamp."

The governor of Upper Mina province, Caracalla, asked his own valiant son, Camartus, "My son, what should we do? Should we observe the situation or raise an army to punish the tyranny?"

The tall and exceptionally brave Camartus looked at his adoptive father with unwavering eyes and solemnly said, "I will obey Father's orders and bravely move forward to remove any obstacles for Father."

"Hahaha!" Caracalla laughed excitedly. "My son is so brave, how could I, as his father, fear those barbarians? Pass on my order: the Tenth Legion and the New Tenth Legion shall assemble quickly and be ready to break camp at any time."

In the Southern Provinces, Marcus of the Draconian family, leading a massive fleet of ships carrying the Confederate army, headed towards the mainland. The South had been dormant for too long; he needed a war to revitalize the increasingly neglected region.

Even some legion commanders in border provinces who were not yet fully under Loran's control began to stir. They were dissatisfied with a colleague suddenly being above everyone else and worried that they would become the next target to be purged.

Beneath the seemingly compliant Senate in Ebiscrajaya, undercurrents were stirring. Some of the most prestigious senators, including several former consuls, were secretly gathered in a secluded villa at the foot of Mount Capitol.

“We have made a fatal mistake,” Sextus’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “We thought we were introducing a knife, but instead we have a monster that devours its master. Now, we must correct this mistake.”

They could not confront Loran's legions within the capital, but they could draw upon their intangible assets accumulated over centuries—their political influence, their extensive network of connections throughout the empire, and the still compelling banner of "The Senate and the Plantagenet People."

They dispatched secret messengers carrying confidential letters jointly signed by the core members of the Senate and bearing their personal seals (because the official seals had been taken over by Loran) to the various provinces where uprisings had taken place.

In their letter, they solemnly and tragically denounced Loran's numerous crimes—regicide (referring to illegal deposition), trampling on the authority of the Senate, plundering the provinces, and colluding with barbarians.

They called on the governors to rise up "in the name of the Plantagenet" to avenge the late emperor's bloodline (although they were unsure whether Gaius and his mother were still alive) and restore the freedom and laws of the Republic.

These secret agents were like sparks thrown into a haystack. They provided crucial "legitimacy" for the actions of Severus, Maximus, Flavius, and others.

Now, these governors were no longer rebellious traitors, but "righteous armies" "on secret orders of the Senate" to punish the traitors. Scattered opposition forces began to be united under the banner of "punishing the great dictator and regicide Loran."

Loran witnessed all of this. He did not stop it, because he needed these messengers to bring these governors and warlords together for a decisive victory.

The broom flowers are too big, and there are too many provinces. It would be too much trouble to clean them one by one.

He wants to overturn the table of the gods; the power of fate is not the power of will, it is something based on the reality.

However, as long as we are realistic, there is one trick that will always work: brute force can produce miracles, and sheer force can overcome any skill.

On the Isthmus of Corinth on the Arno Peninsula, a symbolic location that marked the starting point of the empire's conquest of the East, the anti-Luo coalition held its alliance meeting here.

The scene was grand and chaotic, like a microcosm of the entire empire:

Governor Severus of Cisenia, with his disciplined and well-equipped legion, raised the banner of "restoring the republic," and was the representative of the senator aristocracy in the alliance.

The African governor, Maximus, had a small army, but his control over a large amount of supplies made him a pivotal figure in the alliance (Yuan Shao became Yuan Gonglu). Moreover, his family, the Julius family, was a prestigious Plantagenet lineage, having produced dozens of veteran governors. This powerful family background gave Maximus considerable influence, and a large number of generals and governors rallied around him.

Flavius, the governor of Nicaia, had the most diverse army, including his two legions and strangely dressed Eastern barbarian cavalrymen with arrogant eyes, who fought only for money and plunder.

Flavius ​​himself was elegant in demeanor and eloquent in speech, but deep in his eyes gleamed an undisguised ambition.

Although the governor of Upper Minia, Caracalla, was advanced in years, he possessed profound political experience, and his imperial lineage also garnered him considerable attention. His two major legions had distinguished themselves in the campaign against the Yellow Turbans, having been thoroughly battle-tested.

The southern fleet, represented by the Draconian family, was a key means of attacking the capital from the sea.

There were also other troops from the emperor and the provinces of the elders, as well as some barbarian chieftains and mercenary leaders who had come hoping to get a share of the feast.

The alliance nominated the most prestigious Severus as the nominal "supreme commander," but the arguments never ceased at military conferences.

Severus advocated a cautious approach, prioritizing cutting off Lorraine's connection with the north; Flavius, on the other hand, desired a swift victory, planning a direct sea attack on the capital, Ebiscraja, confident that his barbarian legions could easily tear apart Lorraine's defenses; while Maximus was more concerned with the prior agreement on the distribution of provisions and spoils of war.

Despite numerous contradictions, this large and diverse coalition force was initially formed under the common goal of "punishing Luo".

They minted a unified coin inscribed with the words "Restorers of Liberty and Republic," and began a slow but steady advance toward Ebiscraja, as if the entire empire was about to be drawn into a massive civil war.

When the news reached Rome, Lorraine remained unhurried.

While tightening his control over the capital city of Ebiscraja and frantically plundering money to expand his army and prepare for war, he also sent envoys to try to divide and weaken the allied forces.

Meanwhile, the army's training never stopped, and he researched some new things that would completely rewrite the history of war in this world.

The governors-general were the first to be hit by this military reform!

Chapter 251 The Godfather's Game: The Overlord Breaks Through the Clouds with Mighty Power, One Battle Pacifies the Emperor

When the banners of the anti-Loran coalition flew over the Isthmus of Corinth, Loran did not feel merely fear in the palace of Ebiscrajaya, unlike traditional tyrants.

He stood before a huge map of the empire, his eyes gleaming with a cruel excitement that came from having discovered some kind of pattern.

He created a unique magical art—the art of observing the aura of the emperor.

The "Emperor's Observation of Qi" does not refer to the so-called primordial energy of heaven and earth, but rather to the karmic force; it does not refer to the surface of mountains and rivers, but rather to the entire vast chaotic system.

Loran knew a truth clearly: the power of a large collective is not monolithic, but is built upon countless fragile, subtle and contradictory "connections".

Based on his experience dealing with countless tribes, legions, and the Senate on the border, combined with a wealth of intelligence, geographical and hydrological information, and observations of the flow of primordial energy, he used the "Emperor's Qi Observation Technique" to establish a massive chaotic system model.

He viewed the coalition not as a giant, but as a huge and unstable "vortex of thought."

In his "eyes," the world is no longer lines and blocks of color on a map, but a vast, surging, and colorful "sea of ​​energy." This is the tide of karmic power.

The power representing loyalty and order is presented as a stable and cohesive gold or silver, like a well-ordered square formation of a legion, flowing slowly and steadily.

The force representing ambition and desire is a restless scarlet red, like a greedy serpent, roaming around, searching for a target to devour.

The force representing fear and doubt is a murky, sticky dark gray that spreads like a plague among the population, eroding other colors.

The power representing knowledge and strategy is a calm and profound blue, like an undercurrent surging in the depths.

The faint and chaotic karmic forces emanating from countless individual wills constitute the foundation of this ocean, which consists of countless flickering points of light.

Governor Severus of Cissonia represents the attraction of "republican tradition," Governor Flavius ​​of Nicania represents the attraction of "independence ambition," Governor Maximus of Africa represents the attraction of "practical interests," while the barbarian chieftains are the source of disturbance purely of "chaos and greed"...

These powerful attractors are barely bound together by the temporary, external pressure of "Tauro," but their interiors are filled with the tension of division.

What Loran needs to do is not to use his legion as a vortex to collide head-on with them—that would only unite them temporarily.

What he needs to do is become a "force assassin," precisely injecting tiny but highly toxic "disturbances" into the key nodes of this chaotic system, thereby causing the massive system to split into vortices.

His first disturbance was extremely small, yet it hit the core.

He dispatched dozens of skilled spies and persuaders, who carried no troops, but only a huge amount of gold and silver, carefully crafted rumors, and seemingly "heart-to-heart" secret letters.

Their targets were the "minor disturbances" within the coalition forces—those who were not core members but held crucial positions—the lower and middle-ranking commanders of the legions, the logistics officers, the barbarian chieftains' deputies, and even the mistresses or private doctors of certain governors.

Rumors, gossip, promises of benefits, empty checks, scandals, suspicions, bribes, deliberate pleas for mercy, and the fueling of arrogance—these disturbances are like water droplets thrown into a pot of oil about to boil, exploding instantly.

Loran, the "Master of Chaos" standing at the eye of the storm, calmly observes everything and can precisely control everything.

He perfectly combined espionage and military movements, applying pressure appropriately and de-pressuring appropriately; he commanded such a complex operation involving so many people with ease.

When he confirmed through his spy network that the coalition forces were deeply divided and their command system was in chaos, he knew that the time to reap the rewards had come.

On the plains east of Ebiscraja, the camps of the anti-rebel coalition stretched like mountains, their banners obscuring the sun, and the sounds of traditional horns and war drums resounding across the land. They relied on their disciplined phalanxes, superior equipment, and numerical superiority—the pinnacle of ordinary warfare.

On the city wall, Loran, clad in heavy black iron armor, had a scarlet cloak cascading down his back like a waterfall of blood. He surveyed the massive army, a cold, disdainful smirk playing on his lips.

In his eyes, this army, though seemingly mighty, was actually riddled with internal suspicion and selfishness, its "force" was already chaotic and fragmented, filled with fragile veins that were difficult for the naked eye to perceive.

"Found you." He whispered, his gaze fixed on the junction of the legion and the barbarian mercenaries. The military formation there seemed disciplined, but the "force" between them was the most stagnant and rigid due to the unresolved issues between the two commanders, like a boulder with disordered textures that would crumble at the slightest touch.

He turned abruptly, his voice like the clash of cold iron: "Open the city gates!"

He strode down from the city wall.

Outside the city, his core "wolf pack" of personal guard cavalry stood at attention, ready for battle. Loran mounted his horse, raised his gleaming halberd, and pointed it at his target. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling power:

"They outnumber us, but their hearts are not united! Their formation is full of cracks in my eyes! Today, I will show you what true power is! Wolves, follow me—crush them!"

"Victory!!!" A frenzied roar rang out.

Loran took the lead, his crimson warhorse transforming into a shadow of death as he shot out.

The moment he rushed out of the city gate, a sudden change occurred!

A thick, blood-red energy, visible to the naked eye, suddenly erupted from his body!

This energy was not an aura, but rather something that coiled around him and his "wolf pack" cavalry like a living thing, rapidly condensing and shaping in the air—transforming into a gigantic, ferocious, blood-red wolf made entirely of energy!

This is the weapon developed exclusively by Loran – Cloud Qi!

With his "Emperor's Qi Observation Technique" as the core and his fighting spirit as the foundation, he guided the power of the entire legion into one, evolving into an unparalleled force for breaking formations.

"What...what is that?!" The soldiers at the front of the allied forces stared in horror at the charging energy giant wolf; they had never seen such a supernatural being before!

"Hold your ground! Raise your shields! Form a gun line!" Commander Cissonia shouted sharply, forcing himself to remain calm.

The well-trained broom formation quickly advanced, shields linked together and spears like a forest, attempting to block this inhuman force with a barrier of iron.

Loran let out a wild howl, and the blood-red giant wolf in the air followed suit, howling to the sky. The sound waves, carrying the power of the clouds, shook the ears and noses of the allied soldiers in the front row, causing them to bleed!

He slashed fiercely, the strike transforming into a streak of crimson lightning. It did not shoot towards the soldiers, but instead struck the invisible "formation" node above the square formation!

"boom!!!"

Like a bolt from the blue! Where the heavy spear struck, a visible red ripple spread through the air! The orderly formation shattered and vanished instantly, like glass struck by a giant hammer!

The soldiers in the core area were crushed as if by an invisible force, falling to the ground instantly, creating a huge, chaotic gap in the tight formation!

The moment the breach opened, Loran had already charged in on horseback!

The halberd in his hand was now enveloped in condensed crimson clouds, extending into an energy blade several feet long! The halberd's light flashed, no longer a clash of metal, but a torrent of destruction!

Shields, armor, flesh, weapons... they shatter upon contact, and kill upon touch! He wasn't engaging in hand-to-hand combat; he was waging a highly efficient massacre!

The crimson giant wolf pounced and tore at him as he charged. With a swing of its claws, men and horses fell; with a sweep of its tail, bones were broken and tendons snapped! Wherever the cloud aura reached, all mortal resistance seemed so laughable and powerless!

The "wolf pack" cavalry, following the path of death torn open by their commander, drove themselves deep into the heart of the allied forces like wedges! They were invincible!

"Hold on! Quickly send someone to flank..." Commander-in-Chief Sepulchre's shout came to an abrupt halt. He saw with despair that the Nicanian Legion was holding back, and Flavius ​​was still hesitating; the African Legion was even tightening its defenses.

Camartus hastily sent reinforcements to help, only to be beheaded by Loran with a single halberd strike, and his army was also destroyed by the terrifying giant wolves.

Without the protection of their "formation" and without reinforcements, the morale of the Sisenia Legion collapsed instantly when faced with Loran, the humanoid beast, and his terrifying cloud-like giant wolf.