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'——《The Transformation of the Old Millennium》'

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"All orders have been spread through the light of the Rune Inscriptions."

"Everyone has begun to turn around and head towards 'Atlanta'."

Outside the border town.

In front of a 'high wall' that also stands at the end of the road.

Someone looked up into the distance, touching the wall beside him with his hand, and sensing the situation through the runes engraved on it.

The middle-aged priest, who was over 40 years old, breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced sideways again and looked behind him.

Look behind you—more people.

More than three thousand 'have-nots' have gathered in a small border town.

More than three thousand people now have hope and a future, and are no longer penniless.

They will also set out upon command.

They will also move.

Xiuji Ngate looked solemn. Although he was a former member of the church and was about to become an enemy of the church, there was no fear on his face.

Because this is the path he expected.

because...

“This is the future that humans should embrace!”

Xiuji Engat thought so as he recalled the past scenes.

Boom!

But before everyone started to move, the ground suddenly roared, and Xiuji Engat turned back instinctively.

Immediately, he saw the dark green flame that had left a deep impression on his mind suddenly spread to his feet.

A familiar voice sounded in his and their ears.

"I'll go first."

next second.

The flames passed under my feet and faded away with a buzzing sound.

'King Ling' Li Re has taken the lead.

Xiuji Engat's expression was slightly shocked, and he also raised his hand: "Let's go——"

The rumbling sound in the meantime was still shaking and spreading forward.

Here.

The dark green flames streaked across the land shrouded in wind and snow, passing through the vast ice fields in the north, the rolling snow-capped mountains in the east, bypassing the forests surrounded by dead trees in the west, and even passing through the vibrant snow and soil in the south.

At the same time, at the same moment.

In the gray world, countless roads of "fire" were spreading, sweeping from all directions towards the center of the Principality of Atlan!

At this moment, Li Re undoubtedly used the 'Yin Yang Road', one of the three powers he brought from his original body.

At this moment, he dispersed the Yin-Yang Road, as if it were a dense net woven together, starting from each 'Rune Wall' standing between the roads, and surging towards the center.

Between the territories where this ghost road spreads.

There was also a rustling sound repeated throughout the room.

Between the cold snow and soil, hands emerged one after another.

Cold, rotten, strange, lifeless hands.

That's the 'ghost's' hand.

It is also the hand of the 'undead'.

As the 'King of Undead Magic', Li Re has never forgotten the Undead Magic he learned in the previous sixteen years in this world.

The world once feared the tide of undead in the Forest of the Dead.

Because it is a symbol of death.

It is also the manifestation of the underworld.

And now.

'Spirit King' is the tide!

It was a natural disaster sweeping across the entire territory!

"Since you want to take action."

"Then you have to give it your all, only then it will be fun!"

...

"Your Highness, I have investigated thoroughly."

Still at this same moment.

Located in the most central and core area of ​​the entire Principality of Atlan, it is a capital built on top of extremely high mountains.

In this magnificent hall, which is different from the Cathedral of the Church of Death.

Someone reported solemnly to the person sitting on the "throne" above the hall.

A bonfire flickered above the entire hall, and the spreading flames enveloped the four walls and carpets decorated with luxurious gold threads in a stream of gold and red. The coiled pillars supported the high dome, and the steps leading upward seemed like huge rocks guarding the mountains, casting huge shadows, shrouding the person reporting below in a deep shadow.

The man sitting on the 'throne' on the steps looked at the young man with the paleness that is unique to northerners. He was wearing a luxurious duke's robe and crown, and asked anxiously, "Who is it?"

"Who on earth is so bold as to do such an overstepping act?"

Although he was a Grand Duke supported by the Church of Death and was just a "puppet" to some extent, he was the nominal ruler of the country after all. After being forced to sign the Book of Holy War, the young Duke of Atlanta hurriedly sent people to investigate who was so bold.

He wanted to know who was it that could make the Church of Death go to such lengths to launch a holy war and completely wipe it out - even with the strength of the Church of Death, they couldn't kill it silently, so it must be an extremely terrifying person.

"Yes..."

The man opened his mouth and was about to answer with a panicked look...

"It's 'Spirit King' Li Re, the most outstanding magic genius in the entire Arielan in the past hundred years. There are only three people in this era who have been crowned the King of Magic."

The man didn't have time to respond.

Another voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

The Grand Duke, who was sitting on the throne on the steps, was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of the voice, and quickly stood up and walked down the steps: "Greetings to the Holy Pope..."

The man walking in from outside the door walked on snow that had accumulated for a thousand years, but his black cloak seemed spotless. He walked in the pale world like an eternal shadow, crossing the world of ice and snow and coming to the palace on earth.

"No need to be polite, Prince Atlanta,"

The Pope of the Church of Death responded, still unable to see the eyes in the shadows.

Duke Atlanta then stopped bowing and asked in a panic, "Is what you just said true?"

"Is it really 'Spiritual King' Li Re?"

Duke Atlanta obviously knew about the name of 'Spiritual King' Li Re and his various deeds in the imperial capital.

Of course he would panic!

"It is true. This is the revelation that Saint Shugri received after listening to the voice of Arato. It cannot be wrong."

The Death Pope responded, his voice cold and hoarse under his hood: "He has gone astray. This was first seen during the joint trial of the two major churches in the kingdom."

Being able to do disrespectful acts at the judgment seat - the reputation of 'Spiritual King' Li Re for disrespecting God had actually been widely spread in the month since he left the kingdom.

"Moreover, the Spirit King was born in the Principality of Atlan. There are rumors in the outside world that he returned home a month ago."

"It's just that his return was too secretive, and contrary to his previous high-profile behavior, we had no way of finding out beforehand, so it was unexpected."

"But you don't have to worry too much."

At the end, the Pope of Death said: "I came here for this very reason."

"Those who overstep their authority will be punished. No one can escape the gaze of Tsatoyes and Arato."

"You just need to do me a small favor."

"Please go ahead!" Prince Atlanta responded hastily, "If I can do it, I will do it immediately!"

“You can do this.”

The Pope of Death chuckled and said, "You must do it too."

"Because we are supporting you for today, right?"

Upon hearing this, Prince Atlanta was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened.

Then think about reacting.

But it seems too late!

...

"The 'holy war' has already begun, why don't you go out to fight? Are we going to wait for those usurping dispossessed people to attack us? What a joke! Do those guys think they can climb to the top of Mount Atlantis?"

"Please be patient. Perhaps His Holiness the Holy Bishop and the Duke of Atlanta have their own considerations."

"I can't wait any longer - those damned scum actually dared to violate the great 'Abrahamic Covenant'!"

"I know that many of your dispossessed have also escaped. You are anxious, but don't be anxious yet, because more of my dispossessed have escaped than you!"

The snow fell heavily, covering the rolling and steep mountains.

In the dim and gray world, there was a bright spot exposed on the top of the mountain, reflecting a magnificent fortress city.

This is still the capital of the Principality of Atlan, where the Cathedral of the Church of Death and the Palace of Duke of Atlanta are located - but it is on the outskirts of the capital of Duke of Atlanta.

Here you can also see more clearly the environment of this northern capital.

The central part of the Principality of Atlantis is covered by continuous mountains. Its terrain is extremely high and steep. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack for ordinary people, and it should not be suitable for building a city. However, in the magical world, the powerful and noble class all possess the secrets, and it is easy for them to cross such terrain. A place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack can better demonstrate their difference from those who have nothing, and highlight their dignity and pride above ordinary people.

So hundreds of years ago, the first princes of Atlanta deliberately built their capital on a high mountain.

Hundreds of years later.

This magnificent fortress has always stood in the north, and it remains unbreakable despite the passage of time.

However, the people inside the fortress were also talking about it.

There was a guard on the fortress wall wearing heavy armor, and the pale northern face under the helmet was full of impatience - he was blowing his beard, his face was full of annoyance and anger!

A riot of the have-nots.

The earthly laws that have existed for nearly ten thousand years have been destroyed.

This is something that is intolerable for every magical noble!

Some people are equally angry.

But he still seemed very calm.

Each of those who can stand on the city wall as a guard is a noble who possesses magic - only the noble can stand on the city wall and possess armor and swords engraved with mysterious magic.

These are also the symbols of 'Magic Knight'!

He is a mysterious ruler who is different from a magician and is better at head-on combat.

"But things like this have happened from time to time in the past, haven't they?"

While the armored and helmeted magic nobles guarding the city walls - the magic knights - were discussing among themselves with angry expressions, another voice enveloped the city's bright lights and drifting snow.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were all startled.

"Mr. Bishop Sulab."

They spoke in this way, with a respectful tone.

The person walking over was wearing a pitch-black cloak and robe. The hood covered the upper half of his face, but the exposed lower half was pale yet seemed to have a gentle smile.

This is clearly the attire of a member of the Church of Death.