Spring, Year 2526 of the Empire Calendar, New World, Ruthia, Itaza, First City.
An ominous omen had descended upon the vast land of Ruthia. The humid air floating above the rainforest was already heavy, but at this moment, it was even more depressing. It seemed that even the "soul" of the rainforest itself was holding its breath, as if a "nervous" beast was glaring at it.
In the great and glorious Itaza, the place where the Ancient Sage first descended, the first generation of the Demonic Toad, Lord Kroc, who had been in this world for fifteen thousand years, opened his eyes on his Golden Holy Throne.
The spirit lizard priests in the Great Pyramid were jumping up and down excitedly. Between the hot springs and waterfalls, among the lotus leaves, and in the dense gaps of moss, the Ancient Sage's slate lit up again and again. Under the dim eaves, countless astute eyes were peeping.
The cries of the battle-scarred lizardmen veterans were echoing in this land full of fog. The lizardmen guards were fully focused, waiting for the arrival of the enemy. Yes, the enemy would definitely come.
However, no matter how the spirit lizards used their mysterious prophecy abilities, or the sacred plates inscribed with heavenly omens, the greatest and most abundant magic on this planet could not tell the lizardmen when the enemy's attack would descend, or where it would descend.
As always, the lizardmen pinned their hopes on Slane. They firmly believed that the Demonic Toad priests would tell them the answer.
Kroc woke up at the right time. The moment the old Demonic Toad regained consciousness, it realized the changes in the world. The Great Whirlpool had been completely disbanded. The Eight Winds of Magic had found their master. The Ancient Sage's prophecy was still obscure. The arrangement of the stars was chaotic. When Kroc tried to look through time into the future, the old Demonic Toad only saw destruction and death.
The power of Dark Moon Moscrib had always troubled the Demonic Toad's prophecy ability. Once upon a time, the Demonic Toads could almost predict anything that would happen and could happen in the world. However, since the first invasion of Chaos, Dark Moon Moscrib covered the stars and everything. The Wind of Chaos on that huge planet, the evil god's laughter, and the powerful green light interfered with the Demonic Toad's prophecy. Otherwise, the servants of the Ancient Sage would never have fallen into such dire straits.
The Demonic Toads in the City of the Moon had tried countless ways to push Moscrib away, but none worked. Lord Kroc also could not because it was a lie to have the power to blow up the stars. Especially under the interference of the Great Whirlpool, the power Lord Kroc could only use a small part of his former glory.
However, now that the Great Whirlpool had disappeared, even though the power of Chaos had become stronger, the Demonic Toads also realized that the shackles on their power had been released. Many of the fourth and fifth-generation Demonic Toads woke up from their sleep. They were constantly communicating with each other, discussing the future of the great plan, discussing the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, looking for signs within.
Kroc felt his own power. The Demonic Toad Lord realized something. He continued to sink his soul into the subspace to feel everything. Kroc was thinking about what he should do next and what he could do.
Mortals were still as stupid as ever. It only took Kroc a few minutes to immediately understand what had happened to the world. The Great Venerable questioned the intelligence level of the ancient races. In the Great Venerable's opinion, other than the high elves who did their best to maintain the world's peace, the White Wolf God Yuric who kept his promise to protect Mildenheim, and Laing who repeatedly defeated the Skaven Ratmen and the Chaos Army, most of the Order races were unqualified. They could not complete their mission, which caused the world to fall into great danger.
After all, they were still too young and too shallow. When the darkness came, these Order races lacked foresight. They were still hesitant for their own interests and stubborn traditions. They were trapped in isolated cities (referring to the dwarves). Sometimes, they were very naive and only knew how to fight civil wars (referring to the elves). Even the new Goddess of the Gods, Lilith, who had a little foresight, her foresight was more reflected in the manipulation of power.
As the proud son of the Ancient Saint and the servant of the Ancient Saint, the Great Venerable Kroc knew that he was different from them. From the moment he was born, he accompanied the Ancient Saint to travel the stars, sowing civilization and creating races. Which Gaia star in the galaxy had he not been to? Even when the Ancient Saint sent his consciousness into a higher dimension and negotiated with the supreme existence in the depths of the soul realm, Kroc had personally experienced it.
He had seen too much. Even the Lord of Humans was not qualified to take advantage of his seniority in front of him.
However, the glory of the Ancient Saint was already a thing of the past. Now, as the concept of a race, the Ancient Saint had already gone extinct in the galaxy.
The moment the Great Whirlpool was established, the Demonic Toads realized that the elves had won a temporary victory. A tide was hidden behind this temporary relaxation. One day, it would surge to the whole world. One day, the Great Whirlpool would disintegrate, and the Chaos would return.
"Great Venerable?" The surrounding Spirit Lizard Priests were eagerly waiting for Kroc's decree, but the Great Venerable signaled them to be calm. The Great Venerable's soul was roaming among the stars, relying on the soul to connect with time and space. Kroc was reading the language of the stars.
In the end, Kroc found the answer. On a planet beyond the eternal giant subspace storm, an Ancient Saint who had taken the form of an old man had sent a message. Kroc keenly grasped the bits and pieces of the message, and a bolt of lightning flashed in the Highlord's mind.
"Great Venerable?" Seeing that Kroc seemed to have completed the prophecy, the surrounding Spirit Lizard Priests asked again. In their eyes, Kroc had already opened his eyes. He seemed a little tired. At the same time, there were hundreds of messages from the other Demonic Toads. The young Demonic Toads were waiting for Kroc's answer.
"The big plan has failed." Kroc's first sentence stirred up a huge wave in the Spirit Lizard Priests and Slane LAN. "Great misfortune is coming. It is time to start the big evacuation plan!"
"Everything is in the prophecy of the Snake God Sotigo. Our old enemy, the Demonic Rats, is about to attack. Let all the temple cities prepare for war. Wake up all Slane!"
"Yes!" The Spirit Lizard Priests spread out.
"Tell Forgen, the Ancient Saint's Son in Cosstantinye, to gather all the troops. We need his help."
"Tell the Snake God Prophet Tehenhoin that we need the power of the Snake God Army."
"Start the summoning ritual. We need the power of the Wanderer Nakayi."
"Prepare the summoning ritual. Summon the Shadowless Hunter, Osijotan."
"I need all the Ancient Saint's Eldest Sons to be ready for battle within a month."
… I'm the section dividing line that's ready for battle …
The Lizardmen began to fully prepare for battle. A psionic communication was also sent to Cosstantinye, the headquarters of the Ashes Legion.
After so many years of preparation, with Forgen's order to gather all the troops, the Ashes Legion began to mobilize all the soldiers and prepare for the final battle that they were destined to fight.
Through a simple explanation, the Original Source told everyone the importance of this battle. If they did not have a way to stop the Skaven Rats, their home would fall, Lucia would fall, and the whole world would fall.
Forgen's charisma, superb leadership, commanding skills, and personal bravery aside, the speech of the Emperor's Son, the Original Source, was enough to make the blood of the Ashes Legion boil. In front of the Phoenix Guards, who had been transformed by the incubation pool, Forgen actually knelt down.
The Original Source told his descendants about his sins, the mistakes he had made, and what his legion had experienced. Forgen told everyone about his legendary adventures, how he had risen from a mining planet to become a king, his origins, and how he had fallen because of his pursuit of perfection and arrogance. In the end, he had destroyed himself and the entire legion.
If not for Laing giving him a second chance, he would have fallen forever.
Forgen's declaration shocked the entire Ashes Legion. No one had thought that such a perfect, proud, and powerful commander would have such a past.
Just as everyone was wavering, Forgen firmly told everyone that although the past was so heavy that it made it hard to breathe, they still had a chance now, a chance to atone for their sins. They would wash away the shame of the past and rebuild the glory of the Emperor's Son. He comforted the Third Legion that they would have a better fate in the future and encouraged the entire army to not only break the misfortune of the past, but also achieve outstanding achievements that no one dared to imagine. As long as they could defeat the Skaven Rats, as long as they could assist the Lizardmen in defending those great temples and cities, as long as they could save the fate of the world, Forgen would allow, and the Emperor would allow, the Ashes Legion to raise the flag of the Emperor's Son and the Empire's Sky Eagle Flag once again!
"The air is filled with smoke and blood.
"The sons of the Emperor have already been torn apart, leaving only the flames of indulgence to light up their weak souls. Those proud warriors of the past have either died tens of thousands of years ago or are struggling at death's door under the shadow of the Prince of Darkness."
"But the story of the Emperor's Son has not ended! Follow me and set your sights to the east! "
"Do you see it? Soldiers of the Ashes Legion, the sun, the sun has risen in Constantinople. This is the new residence of the Emperor's Son, and also our new spiritual home.
"Our soldiers are strong and our horses are strong. We are prosperous and strong. In our army, there are Elves, Dwarves, Warlocks of Araby, Brittany Knights, and also loyal people of the Empire!
"When the world rotates to 3% and coincides with the two satellites, the evil animal gods will release plague and plague on Lucia.
"Ashes Legion, the light of the east of the Empire, the new era of the Emperor's Son, please follow me, Forgen, and welcome our new life!
"Look at this eagle flag, do you see the eagle claws bathed in fire?
"Let us, prepare for battle!"
"Forgen! Forgen! Forgen! "
"Ashes! Ashes! Ashes! "
The people were boiling with excitement. At this moment, regardless of race, ethnicity, religion, or skin color, people of different races were united under Forgen's command. The Phoenix Guards even swore to follow him to death.
They were ready for battle.
However, not all members of the Phoenix Guards were boiling with passion for the scene in front of them.
One of them had always had doubts about Forgen's speech.
He was Suria's brother, Julius, who had already undergone genetic modification in the incubation pool during the Holy Grail expedition. He had been inoculated with Forgen's genetic seed and had become a member of the Phoenix Guards.
Out of coincidence and Forgen's indulgence towards him, Julius had served under Forgen for many years and learned a lot of inside information. He had also browsed through many manuscripts and learned many secrets in the history of the Emperor's Son.
He didn't know why, but he just wasn't convinced by Fu Gen, especially after knowing that he had become Fu Gen's "son".
That's not right. How did my brother-in-law become my nephew?
At the same time, Julius, who had been taught the way of knights since childhood, was also not very interested in Forgen's so-called "Emperor's Glory." He was deeply curious as to why the once proud Emperor had fallen.
With a lot of questions, Julius knocked on the door of Forgen's bedroom in the middle of the night.
"Knock, knock, knock! Legion Commander, are you there?"
"Who is it? Yuri? "
"Yes, it's me."
"It's so late. Come in."
Laing's brother-in-law pushed open the door of Forgen's room. He had just raised his head and was about to say something when his expression changed slightly. He hurriedly withdrew from the room and closed the door. "Legion Commander! What are you doing?! "
“？” Forgen, who was in the room, had just taken a bath. He was completely naked, holding only a small purple towel embroidered with a golden double-headed eagle pattern. It was hanging on a certain part of his body four inches below his belly. It was as eye-catching as the flagpole at the entrance of Constantinje's palace.
Forgen had just taken a bath and did not want to put on clothes. He casually hung a towel and sat on the velvet bedsheet. He took out his ukulele and was about to play a moving holiday song. In the end, Julius came. He was very embarrassed to see his son, but Forgen was calm and composed. He was proud of his beauty. "I'm not embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed over there? Didn't you come to find me? Why are you hiding outside the door and talking? Come in. "
"Please put on your clothes properly! Please have some basic respect for me, Legion Commander! " Commander! "Julius called from outside the door. He was both embarrassed and angry.
"All right, all right." Forgen expressed helplessness at Julius's unwillingness to let go. He thought to himself, I'm the one who's at a disadvantage when you see my perfect body. Why is Julius the one who's embarrassed?
He casually grabbed a bathrobe and put it on, tying the belt. "All right, come in."
Only then did Julius come in. He saw a handsome man half-lying on the bed, wearing a bathrobe, looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. Fulgen had fair skin and delicate bones, as if he was a proud son of heaven blessed by the ancient gods. Under his greyish-white hair was his handsome face, and his two purplish-blue eyes shone with a pleasant light.
Julius couldn't help but blush. His brother-in-law swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to calm down. "Legion Commander, there's something I want to ask you."
"Say it. We're all family. You can call me brother like Suria and Laing, or you can call me lord like Pilazzo. Don't call me Legion Commander. It's so distant." Forgen revealed a brilliant smile. "Say what you want."
"About what you said before, your former legion, the Emperor's Son …" Julius hesitated for a while before saying, "Then, after this battle, will the Phoenix Guard follow you back to that great Empire you mentioned?"
"Of course, but not so soon." Forgen nodded. The bathrobe on his chest was slippery, revealing his purple-white chest muscles that reflected the dazzling brilliance of the moonlight. "I've already told you about it. I know you're the first heir to the Winford family, and it's not good for you to leave with me immediately. I also didn't take away your reproductive ability. When this is over, I'll allow you to return to Brittany and inherit the title of Duke. I'll give you thirty … fifty years. You should be able to give birth and raise a successor, right?"
"Uh, that's not what I'm talking about." Julius waved his hand awkwardly. "I'm saying, if you return, what about the other battalions? For example, the Iron Hand Battalion you mentioned before? Also, you've fallen so deeply. What should you do with your former heirs? "
"That's not something you need to consider, my dear Yuri." Forgen smiled. "Father will take care of it for us, and I'll also find a way to deal with it. You don't need to consider these things. Besides, you're Suria's brother. Others won't trouble you."
Julius always felt that Forgen was avoiding the topic. The two consecutive questions had been resolved by him. Forgen thought for a while and decided to go straight to the heart of the matter. "You fell because of the pursuit of perfection. Then, will you still believe in perfection?"
"I fell because of arrogance and jealousy in the pursuit of perfection. This has nothing to do with the pursuit of perfection. I'll continue to pursue perfection, but I'll also continue on my path with vigilance and self-reflection." Forgen nodded. "Seal Maker Macado once said that the fall of the Emperor's sons wasn't because they began to be complacent after achieving perfection, but because they were always thwarted in the pursuit of perfection. They always found flaws in themselves, so their bodies and minds eventually broke."
"At that time, the goal that I and my Emperor's sons wanted to achieve was something that could never be achieved, and the result that they worked so hard to achieve would naturally change, eventually becoming a decaying afterimage. Julius, I now understand that flaws will always exist, and so will the Emperor's sons. We were once blind to this, but now we must all pay attention to this lesson. Not only do we have an obligation to return to our glorious past, we also have to understand the tragedy of these failures and destruction. "
"So it's like that." Julius was stunned by Forgen's words. Forgen thought that it made sense.
"And … Are there any other questions?" Forgen spread out his hands.
"There's still one more question. Look, this is the history of the Legion you wrote. It once mentioned that there were twenty legions during the Great Expedition, but the Second and Eleventh Legions … Sir, I think I have the right and the obligation to know the truth. What happened to those two legions?" Julius insisted. "I think I have the right to know!"
The smile on Forgen's face gradually disappeared.
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