The desolate land is haunted by the spirits of martyrs. When the last third-level empire was breached, the city was already deserted.

The followers of the Abyss Order found the people of Noah Continent utterly laughable: "These are the people who keep talking about resisting? A third-tier empire, now so utterly vulnerable before us, hahahaha!"

They walked across this land, where smoke billowed and layers of yellow sand shrouded everything, until one of them reached the imperial palace. There, they saw a man in a long robe, holding a scepter that symbolized his imperial status, slowly opening his eyes.

The Abyss Legion sneered, "Oh, there's still one old codger left. How come... everyone from your country has already left, and you're still stuck here... Have you been abandoned?"

The king's hazy eyes held a hint of mockery.

"I remain here only because I am the king of this place, and I will live and die with my empire!"

"How can I allow my empire to be occupied by you lowly villains while I am still alive?!"

He is the ruler of a country!

His people needed to survive, so he sent them away early to seek a way to live in the Holy Empire.

But he couldn't do that. He needed to live and die with his country, to protect this land with his body and soul!

Because he is the ruler of this country!

The members of the Abyss Order grinned from ear to ear: "What use is an old codger like you staying here? You can't change the outcome, you can't change anything. If you're willing to join our Abyss Order, not only will we spare your life, but you'll also enjoy the ultimate bliss in the future! Power, authority, everything you want, you'll have it!"

The speaker opened his arms wide, as if embracing everything he was saying, his expression utterly morbid.

However, at this moment, the aura emanating from the king began to rise in layers.

"hehe……"

"A king will never bow down before a scoundrel!"

The ruler of the third-tier empire, exerting his last ounce of strength and burning his soul to gain power almost divine, unleashed a heaven-defying light from his scepter as he charged towards the Abyss cultists.

This power was so great that even the most powerful members of the Abyss Order almost couldn't withstand it.

Even if they survived, they were inevitably seriously injured and left with scars.

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin; you...you're asking for death!"

Enraged, their power surged forth, and they prepared to kill the king.

But the king smiled, and just as they were about to pierce his heart, an imperial medal appeared in his hand.

Everyone was startled.

"The Order of the Empire? Are you crazy?!"

The king's smile grew increasingly maniacal.

Hahahaha!

"Mad? No, it's not me who's mad, it's you bunch of dogs of the abyss who're mad!"

"Since I cannot witness the moment of dawn breaking, then... let me, for the sake of my empire lasting forever, lay down a thin feather for the arrow of dawn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he activated the "Imperial Destruction Program" on the Imperial Medal, which only Saint-level holders could possess.

In an instant, this vast third-level empire was annihilated by the deafening roar of bombing, reduced to ashes, and turned into a handful of sand in the long river of history.

In that instant, all the citizens of this country who were fleeing for their lives sensed it: they... were now completely homeless.

At that moment, they knew that the roots they had always returned to, no matter how far they went, were gone forever.

Suppressed tears rolled down my cheeks naturally, one after another. I wiped them with my left hand and then with my right, but no matter what I did, I couldn't wipe them away. They fell onto the barren land and evaporated instantly. I choked up, not daring to speak, not even daring to bow my head in mourning for my homeland.

Because they knew they couldn't afford to delay; if they lingered here, they would be wasting all the king's efforts.

With hearts filled with anguish, they marched toward the Holy Empire.

The soldiers in front and the soldiers behind all raised their swords, which represented the honor of warriors, high.

"A precious sword ushers in a prosperous age, and people travel to all corners of the land to admire it."

"Wandering the world, where is my homeland?"

"My homeland is lost; where is my way home?"

"Grip your sword tightly and protect my old friend."

...

My homeland is lost; where can I find my way back?

The way home, the way home, the way home is long gone.

...

After overcoming numerous hardships, the group finally found the guides of the Holy Glory Empire. They secretly used teleportation arrays to send batches of warriors into the Holy Glory Empire.

Fortunately, the Holy Empire is developing rapidly and has too much territory but too little population, so it can still accommodate quite a few people.

Ling Yun, the main person in charge of the reception work, had already lost too much energy during the repeated pick-up and drop-off. He had been using all kinds of herbs to replenish himself more deeply, forcibly stimulating his body's potential and making his body continue to operate under overload.

After receiving each group of survivors, he would first say, "May the gods be with you," and then escort them in one group after another.

However, this time, after seeing off just one batch, he felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

The soldiers nearby rushed forward to help him, saying with tears in their eyes, "Elder Lingyun, please don't push yourself like this anymore, your body won't be able to take it!"

However, Ling Yun refused. He shouted, "Keep gathering spirit herbs for me... There are still so many survivors who need me to activate the teleportation array. How can I fall like this? What about the young lady's vow to the Noah Continent? Are you going to make her break her promise?!"

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