On Zilaner Island, when the purple-gold star flag, which had disappeared for thirteen years, was raised again, it received support from a large number of small and medium-sized nobles, regardless of whether the parliament recognized it or not.

With the support of Ash Midor, Yu Paro and others, Jon Zilaner attacked cities and seized territories, quickly occupying a large area of ​​land in the north of Zilaner.

Countless wandering knights and down-and-out nobles followed behind him. These men, eager to achieve great things, forged the invincible Purple Gold Legion with iron and blood in countless bloody battles.

On the day before the snowy Festival of the Gods, Jon Zilaner was appointed as the regent of Zilaner and personally raised the purple and gold star flag on the top of the city wall of Windfurnace City.

"vomit……"

"Xia Lan, please hurry up, I have other work to do."

On the hill outside Fenglu City, Xia Lan was vomiting violently at a stone wall, and Faaudis urged him on with his arms crossed in dissatisfaction.

"Let...let it slow down...vomit..."

After Xia Lan finished speaking, he vomited violently again. He had once sworn that he would never test Faaudis's space travel again, but when the layout came to the critical moment, he had to go against his will.

Tomengzven closed his eyes and concentrated his mind to drive away the dizziness in his brain, but this taciturn son of God still failed.

"vomit……"

"Hey, what do you mean? Except for dream elves like me, you can't enjoy the space transfer service."

"Ugh...Pope of Truth, I may not be able to hold on to the mainland anymore. Please find someone else, ugh..."

Kong paralyzed himself on the rock. He had experienced space teleportation before, but it was never like this. If he had known better than to be petty, he could have used a few space scrolls and avoided this torture.

"Master Kong, I didn't even say anything about getting married tomorrow."

After Xia Lan finished vomiting, the three of them sat on the rocks and watched the ceremony below. The neat military formation cheered the name "Zilaner".

On the top of the city wall, Jon Zilaner, standing between Ash Midor and Rain Parrot, was in high spirits. He drew his sword and pointed it to the south, and glanced at the soldiers who supported him with a stern face.

"For Zilaner!"

…

“I didn’t expect to witness this.”

Xia Lan took a sip of wine, rinsed her mouth, and then spit it into the snow at her feet.

"I attended the founding ceremony of Zilaner over a hundred years ago, but it's a pity that the parliament is backed by the continent's nations."

When I recall the past, it seems like it was just yesterday, but everything and everyone has changed.

"That's not necessarily true. Over the past hundred years, the original mainland immigrants have become Zilan people. The most foolish thing the nations could do is to let the Baltic Sea become a wasteland, thinking that a simple shuffle would support a bunch of obedient dogs."

"Pope of Truth, I advise you not to play with fire."

Kong knew that Xia Lan was planning a big game, but he couldn't figure it out. He just hoped that he wouldn't drag the Mu Ye Alliance into it.

"I just lend Faox some momentum."

Xia Lan admired the heavy snow and watched the rolling snowflakes dancing in the wind. For some reason, she felt happy.

"The general trend...what is that?"

In response to Kong's confusion, Xia Lan explained: "Master Kong, haven't you heard that heroes are made by the times?"

While Kong and Tomengzven were lost in thought, Xia Lan stood up and waved her hands, and the wind element lifted up the surrounding snowflakes.

"It's the timing and the momentum. Five hundred years ago, the Eastern and Western Empires created a glorious era for humanity because of the momentum of the Central Court. The Age of Exploration was upon us, and the Atidor Empire and the Otredu Empire rose to prominence due to this momentum..."

Kong thought for a moment and asked, "Then what kind of power do you want?"

"A force that cannot be defeated in the new and surging trend..."

Kong still didn't understand, but Xia Lan didn't want to explain any more. "You two, I'm leaving now."

"Wait, Pope of Truth, I still have a few space scrolls. There's no need to trouble your Lord."

"You should give it to me as a share tomorrow, Senior. You are a legendary figure..."

"Wait... I take a deep breath, ah~"

…

In the southern part of Zilaner Island, a brutal battle ended and the poorly equipped coalition forces were cleaning up the battlefield. As for the evil corpses that were not completely dead, the soldiers pressed their index fingers to their brows and prayed to the Lord of Dawn to free them.

The holy flag of the Church of Dawn stood on the hill, with three people standing beneath it.

"Your Highness, several more groups of people have gone north to join the descendants of the Zilaner King."

"Thank you for your hard work, Luo and Lin Suo. Let them go. This is the freedom of the Dawn believers."

A girl with blue hair was wearing chain mail and carrying a long sword. Her eyes were clear violet, and her ordinary face revealed holiness.

The two old men saluted and retreated to an uninhabited hillside. Looking at the tragic battlefield, Lin Suo asked:

"What about Bifang? Why did he leave?"

"I went to find Mu Ye's people. We had a fight. What about you? You left all the things going on at the Star Gate and came to play a role-playing game with a shepherdess?"

Luo still looks young at heart, and joked to his old friend.

"Luo, I'm here to stop you. Xingkong told me that if you continue like this, you will die on the road to becoming a god."

Lin Suo's face was full of worry. His astrology was very accurate, but he saw the ending and was powerless to change it.

Ke Luo looked nonchalant and even laughed out loud.

"Died on the road to godhood? This might be the first person to achieve godhood after the God of Arcane created a new method of godhood.

By the way, don’t you astrologers always talk about ‘a glimmer of hope’? Where is my hope?”

"Just leave here and head southwest, and you'll find someone who can save you.

He is a playwright of the gods, a gambler of fate, a dead man, but also a mad man..."

"It does sound impressive, but I already knew why I would die, and how he would save me.

But I'm sorry, Lin Suo, I finally got rid of Bifang, I still want to have some fun, so I won't go looking for that person."

Lin Suo seemed to have guessed that he would do this, so he didn't try to persuade him. He just took out the astrolabe, looked at it, and said, "The people from the abyss have arrived. You can do whatever you want."

"Old rivals, they should be here to find me."

Seeing Lin Suo about to leave, Luo stopped him and asked, "After I die, will anyone inherit my divine path?"

"How could someone be so impatient with life that they want to commit suicide?"

However, seeing the disappointment flashing in Luo's eyes, Lin Suo sighed and said:

"Yes, your successor has a close relationship with that deceased person. However, if you want your divine path to be fully inherited, it is best to let that deceased person truly die, otherwise he will change your path beyond recognition."

Luo Ting, however, was unconcerned and said with a smile, "Even I failed on this path, so who else could succeed? It's better to try again."

Oh, Path of Justice, the teachings I composed for you are so beautiful, but why can't I play them? It's so boring..."

Snowflakes piled up on Luo's shoulders, his white hair blended into the snow. He felt only regret as he looked at his departing friend from afar and shouted,

"Can you please not leave yet and give me a ride when the time comes?"

Lin Suo turned around and said unhappily, "Tens of thousands of people are waiting to eat. Do you think I'm going to sit here with you in the cold wind?"

Luo laughed and followed angrily.