Princess Sharlut opened her mouth several times to ask about Griffith, but in the end she was unable to ask for some reason.
Because in her memory, it was Guts and Casca who rescued the dying Griffith, so theoretically, they should have been together ever since then.
But she didn't know about the demon ascension ceremony that sacrificed the entire Eagle Group, and Griffith's transformation from a human to God's Hand - Fermont.
Likewise, Guts didn't know how to face this princess whose country was basically destroyed, and the unspeakable relationship between her and Griffith.
The two of them just stared at each other for a long time. Finally, the young knight broke the silence and suggested, "This is not the place to talk. Let's go to the woods ahead and rest for a while. Otherwise, the smell of blood will attract wolves or other beasts, which will be troublesome."
"You're right, this is indeed not a suitable place for conversation."
Gus glanced around at the mutilated corpses and the large amount of blood scattered in the soil and grass and decisively chose to agree.
In this way, the three people, each in a carriage, continued to move along the bumpy dirt road for nearly half an hour. After confirming that they were far away from the battlefield, they suddenly turned into a clearing in the woods and started to light a bonfire and camp.
After a while, the sky quickly darkened and the terrifying night arrived.
As war broke out in the east of the continent, many city-states and countries were destroyed, so anyone with a little common sense and rationality would choose to camp by the road.
That's basically the same as telling everyone come on, there are a few idiots here to rob.
Especially the light of a campfire, which is like a bright lamp in the dark in the wild and can cause all kinds of troubles.
Of course, Princess Sharlut and the knight beside her certainly don't know this knowledge gained through experience.
Even the bonfire was made by Guts who picked up some dry firewood from the surrounding area.
Feeling the warmth emanating from the orange-red flames, the princess, who had been shivering from the rapidly dropping temperature at night, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe because she escaped in such a hurry, she obviously didn't bring much with her, not even a decent coat, only this gorgeous long dress.
In order to reflect luxury and beauty, the clothes of nobles are usually not very warm.
The design with a lot of translucent lace in front of you makes the situation even worse.
When the temperature drops below 12 degrees Celsius at night, it has no warming effect at all.
If there was no lit bonfire, we would probably catch a cold even if we hid in the carriage.
Fortunately, Sharlut met Guts at the critical moment, otherwise what would be waiting for her would be the most horrible and miserable ending for a woman.
When she thought of the mercenaries' naked and unconcealed looks at her, and the possible abuse she might suffer, she shuddered involuntarily.
But she soon put these horrible images behind her and stared at the delicious food emanating from the iron pot.
As a mercenary and avenger who roamed alone for many years, Guts often survived alone in the wild in order not to implicate others. He would only enter the town for supplies when the salt, dry food and condiments were used up.
So he had already mastered the cooking skills.
Especially the rabbits and pheasants shot with crossbows, which have become very tempting after being fried in olive oil.
In addition, Sharlut had not eaten anything decent for two days since she escaped from the palace, so her stomach began to rumble.
Not only her, the young knight next to her was not much better.
Although this young man of noble birth had obviously received good training, it did not mean that he, who had grown up in a castle and a palace, knew how to survive in the wild.
It was not difficult to tell from his frustrated face and messy black hair that this knight with fairly good fighting skills had suffered a lot in the past two days.
"Give!"
Gus put the grilled rabbit and chicken on wooden skewers and handed them to the two men.
Although he always looks cold and aloof, he is actually a warm-hearted person who can always perceive what the other person needs most urgently at the first moment.
"Thanks!"
The princess and the knight thanked them at the same time, and then wolfed down the food without caring about how hot it was.
They hadn't eaten for two days and were so hungry that even the etiquette education they received since childhood could not overcome their physiological instincts.
In just about half a minute, about three or four hundred grams of meat were eaten up in a flash.
The young knight gnawed every chicken bone clean without any image, and even licked his fingers, with an expression of being unsatisfied.
In comparison, Sharlut's eating manner was much more gentle. Although she ate very quickly, she always put small bites into her mouth.
After she had finished eating the whole piece of rabbit meat, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth. Then she asked in an uncertain tone, "Are you going to look for Griffith too?"
"Yeah, that's right, I'm going to kill this bastard myself!"
Guts gave a creepy grin.
"Kill...Kill him? Why? Aren't you fellows of the Eagle Group?"
The princess was stunned for a moment, her eyes revealing shock and disbelief.
“Because he sacrificed the entire Order of Eagles himself.
By killing all of us, he becomes the devil and satisfies his twisted and morbid ambitions and desires.
Do you think Griffith is still the same person who swore allegiance to the Kingdom of Midland? No! From the moment he was sacrificed, he was no longer a human being, but a demon from the abyss.
Otherwise, how do you think he, who was only half dead at the time, recovered to his current state?"
Guts shattered the princess's dream in the most direct and straightforward way.
"No! You're lying! How could such a perfect person like Griffith do such a cruel thing? How could he be the devil from the abyss?"
Sharlut obviously couldn't accept this cruel fact, and she covered her ears and screamed.
The princess had obviously been protected too well since childhood, so she had never seen the darkness of human nature and the wickedness of human hearts. She also didn't understand what kind of cruel things an ambitious man like Griffith, who had climbed up from the bottom, could do to achieve his goals.
The only thing she remembered was Griffith's face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, his heroic performance in ending the Hundred Years' War between the Midland Kingdom and the Yoda Empire, and his graceful demeanor when facing her.
Facts have proved that women who are in a love-brain state are usually not rational at all, and they have their own filters when looking at people.
"So you ran away from the palace just to find Griffith? Do you think that after you lose your identity as the princess of the Kingdom of Midland, he will still hold you in his hands like a treasure like before? Don't be naive.
When you lose your usefulness, even the former Griffith will kick you away without hesitation.
Did you know that he once had an intimate relationship with the governor of the Yoda Empire for military funds?
Later on the battlefield, Griffith took advantage of the fact that the other party coveted his beauty to make targeted arrangements, and afterwards killed the opponent with his own hands since he was no longer of any use to him.
This is his true face, an ambitious man who will do anything to achieve his goals.
And why do you think your uncle, the king's brother, Juris, was assassinated?
That was Griffith's order, and I was the one who carried it out."
When Gus said this, there was obvious sarcasm and mockery in his tone.
He could understand the admiration and love that this young princess had for Griffith.
After all, when Griffith pursues someone, no matter whether they are men or women, it is almost impossible to resist his amazing charm that cannot be described in words.
Casca has been secretly in love with and admired Griffith for a long time and is willing to do anything for him.
Even Guts himself once fell for it and willingly became a tool for the other party to realize his ambitions.
But what is the result?
When the Overlord Egg was activated, Griffith trampled on it mercilessly! The intense pain, anger and hatred devoured Guts' heart like a poisonous snake.
He dared to guarantee that if Sharlut went to Griffith, her final fate would be very miserable, and she might even become a pathetic plaything.
Just as the princess was extremely shocked by the explosive information, the young knight beside her suddenly drew his sword and roared angrily: "Damned executioner! So you are the murderer who killed Count Juris and his family! I will avenge them today!"
"Revenge? Just you? Besides, even if you want revenge, you should go to Griffith. Because I was just a sword in his hand."
Gus glanced at the other person, sneered and shook his head, obviously not taking it seriously.
Because if this young man dared to swing his sword at him, he would definitely kill him without hesitation.
As for the guilt he felt for killing Juris' young son, Adonis, he had already let it go with the end of the journey to the West.
The young knight was obviously well aware of Guts's strength, so he froze in place, his sword-holding hand trembling slightly involuntarily, and fear revealed in his eyes.
Just as the atmosphere around the campfire was becoming more and more tense and depressing, another figure suddenly walked out of the darkness slowly.
When the metallic skull face appeared in front of the three people, Princess Sharlut and the knight both gasped.
Only Guts remained calm. He picked up a piece of fried meat with a knife and put it into his mouth. Without raising his head, he asked, "You suddenly showed up at this time. Are you trying to stop me from going to find Griffith?"
"No, I just want to find out what happened to you."
The Skeleton Knight walked straight to the campfire and sat down, ignoring the other two people from beginning to end.
In other words, in his eyes, people like Princess Sharlut and the young knight, who were trapped in the law of causality, were of no value at all.
"As you can see, I have gained the power from another demon god that can fight against the God's Hand and even kill them. Now Griffith is no longer invincible to me. I can break the law of cause and effect that is bestowed on him."
Gus gave the answer without any intention of hiding anything.
He still has a favorable impression and a grateful heart towards this mysterious man who saved him and Casca on the day of the sacrifice.
Although he doesn't know the other party's origins so far, as long as he is the enemy of God's Hand, he is a comrade-in-arms.
"Why did that man give you such power? What are his intentions for this world?" The Skeleton Knight continued to ask.
Gus swallowed the food in his mouth and shook his head with a wry smile: "You ask me?
How could I possibly know.
In fact, so far I only know that his name is Soth, the lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, the devil prince, the lord of the dark dimension, and the supreme father of New Phyrexia.
In addition, before I fell into a coma, I vaguely saw a terrifying humanoid monster with a huge body that exuded endless majesty, and a giant dragon with multiple heads.
Maybe that's his true self.
The human form we see now is just a disguise.
But no matter what, he gave me the power of revenge, so I am willing to be used."
"What's the price? What do you lose while gaining power?"
There was a hint of heaviness in the Skeleton Knight's tone.
Guts replied nonchalantly, "The price is that if I die one day, my soul will belong to him. That's not too harsh, right?"
"soul?"
The two cold lights in the Skeleton Knight's eyes flashed violently.
Because anything that involves the soul is dangerous and complicated.
"Yes. I signed a contract and exchanged my soul for power. At least it seems fair to me, and there are no other restrictions."
As he spoke, Guts raised his hand and released a ball of raw soul energy, and his entire arm seemed to be wrapped in silver mist.
The Skeleton Knight stared at this energy for two or three seconds before he sighed: "Alas - you are too reckless. You don't understand the meaning of the soul at all. And don't you worry that the guy will use you to achieve his own ulterior motives?"
“It doesn’t matter.
I'll pay any price to kill Griffith.
I couldn't care less what the world would become.
Moreover, judging from what Soth did in the western part of the continent, I think it might not be a bad thing to let him rule over mankind.
At least most people no longer have to suffer from hunger and cold, and can live better than before."
Guts certainly didn't take the Skull Knight's warning seriously.
Because he had seen the vibrant and thriving state of the western part of the continent, and also personally experienced the convenience brought by the train when he came back, so he had already accepted this model of developing productivity and improving people's living standards in his heart.
Moreover, in his eyes, even if Zuo Si would become an evil god and tyrant in the future, he would definitely be many times better than his current terrible state.
Since it won't get any worse, why not give it a try? "So what's going on with your current state? Have you become the opponent's God's Hand?"
The Skull Knight continued to question, obviously very dissatisfied with Guts' current attitude.
"No, I am still me, and I am not controlled or influenced mentally. According to Soth, I am his elect, and we have common goals and interests, that's all."
After saying this, Gus no longer paid attention to the other party and concentrated on eating. After a while, he had cleaned up all the remaining food in the pot.
After realizing that he could not get any more useful information, the Skeleton Knight immediately turned around, mounted his beloved warhorse, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
Sharlut and the knight beside her were trembling with fear at this scene that was completely beyond their comprehension.
They managed to get by all night like this, and early the next morning the three of them set out on their journey to the Eagle City.
It was obvious that Guts was planning to use Princess Sharlut to get a direct meeting with Griffith, and then attack and kill him without saying a word.
Princess Sharlut wanted to see with her own eyes whether her beloved had really turned into a complete demon king as Guts described.
…
At the same time, far away in Kaldheim, she was busy collecting more cosmic nectar, monsters and titanium crystals, when she suddenly received a message from Anastasia.
Especially the artifact in her hand that looks like a fairy wand - [Scepter of the Warlock King], has now completely turned into a translucent structure that is as gorgeous as the nectar of the universe. It is obvious that the top material [titanium crystal] used to create the artifact in this time and space has been added.
This material is not metal, but is condensed from the sap flowing from the World Tree.
The World Tree God Eshika uses this thing to create the [Universe Elixir] that the gods rely on to maintain their own divine power.
It is not difficult to tell from the weapons and equipment on her body that little Annie has collected a lot of good things in this time and space, and has also learned and mastered a lot of magic-related knowledge and quasi-divine powers.
Sudden!
An old man with large mysterious runes carved all over his body, a bald head and countless thick beards on his chin suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
One of his eyes glowed with a blue light, and there was a huge crow on one of his shoulders.
It is not difficult to judge from the endless majesty that this is a god of Kaldheim.
To be precise, it is the god of knowledge - Elland.
In the myths and legends of this world, he gained vast knowledge by fighting cosmic monsters that are older than gods, and he is also the god of magic in this world.
He observed with interest for a while, then smiled and asked, "Little guy, why are you frowning? Who made you unhappy?"
"No, I just ran into a little trouble."
"Oh? What's the trouble? Tell me about it, maybe I can help you a little."
Elland's tone revealed naked and undisguised fondness.
From the conversation, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is obviously very good, and Ailande completely treats the other as his own child.
But little Annie shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't help me. The trouble didn't happen in Kaldheim, but in another time and space."
"That's such a shame."
Elland shrugged helplessly.
"Can I borrow something from you?"
Little Annie suddenly raised her head and blinked her beautiful big eyes.
Elland nodded without hesitation: "Of course. As long as I have it, you can borrow anything you want."
"I want your eye!"
Little Annie pointed her finger at the god's glowing right eye.
"Oh? Why would you want it?"
Without saying a word, Elland took off the glowing eye and placed it in his palm.
As a time and space similar to Norse mythology, his positioning is actually very similar to Odin, so this eye is equivalent to the Eye of Odin, which contains very powerful power.
"Because I'm not sure if my father is behind this trouble. For safety reasons, I must be fully prepared, otherwise it will be terrible if I get caught."
As she spoke, little Annie's eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and fear.
Obviously, although she is rebellious and has a changeable personality, she is not a fool. She knows how dangerous her current situation is and that if she is not careful, she may fall into the trap woven by Zuo Si.
"Ah, bad kids who leave home without permission are always afraid of their strict fathers, so you want to use my eyes to give them a warning?"
The corners of Elland's mouth rose noticeably, and he even looked a little gloating.
He had heard from the other party about running away from home and taking his newborn brother away from his father, so his attitude towards this family conflict was always to stand aside and watch the show.
After all, similar situations are too common in Kaldheim.
The only thing that made him uncertain was how powerful the planeswalker father was that could make little Annie so afraid.
Without any hesitation!
Ailande directly handed his eye to little Annie, then stretched out his big hand and touched the girl's little head.
"Thank you!"
Little Annie smiled with satisfaction immediately after receiving the eyes glowing with blue light. She then used her divine power to make them into a pendant out of thin air and hung it around her neck.
After doing all this, she immediately activated the planeswalker spark and disappeared on the spot.
Feeling the violent fluctuations in the surrounding space, Elland couldn't help but sigh slightly: "What a lively and rebellious little girl. Fortunately, I am not her father, otherwise I would definitely be angry to death."
…
Zuo Si obviously didn't know that he had gained the sympathy of the God of Space-Time Knowledge of Kaldheim. He was currently training the young Titan star souls while concentrating his own evil heart, and he didn't even care about state affairs.
On the contrary, the ministers, bureaucrats, soldiers and civilians broke out in an unprecedented enthusiasm about the kingdom being renamed an empire and the king soon becoming an emperor.
Especially the legions attacking from all sides, they were frantically capturing cities and territories, wanting to present a great gift to the great Emperor at this critical moment.
As weapons and equipment became more and more advanced, the tactics of generals and commanders became particularly bold and radical. They were no longer satisfied with defeating their opponents on the battlefield, but were more inclined to stimulate the enemy to gather troops through small-scale attacks, and then wipe out the main force through a decisive battle, and then divide the troops to complete the conquest of the entire area.
What's even more outrageous is that, relying on the crushing power of hot weapons over cold weapons, they dare to take the initiative to attack and chase the enemy even if they only have one-fifth or even one-tenth of the enemy's strength.
It can be said that the military spirit and morale had been established through victory after victory.
The entire military system, from top to bottom, feels proud to be part of this country.
Facts have proved that war is the best melting pot for tempering a country and a nation.
When those conscripts are discharged from the army and return to their hometowns, they will naturally become the most staunch supporters of this new country and continue to influence and change the thoughts and ideas of their neighbors.
At this moment, in the main hall of the royal palace, Hermit, who had been promoted to the position of marshal, was reading aloud several battle reports from the front line in front of his ministers.
After each letter was read, the clerk next to him would paint the conquered and occupied areas on the map blue to symbolize the territory, and those areas that were at war would be painted red, so that everyone could intuitively feel how powerful the current empire was.
Watching one country, city-state and aristocratic territory after another collapse under the legion's devastating attack, and those once high and mighty nobles becoming slaves and playthings for them to do whatever they want, many people from the bottom of society felt extremely satisfied.
Similarly, they also felt sincere admiration and worship for the great emperor who sat on the throne and created all this.
"Your Majesty, at the current rate of advancement, we will be able to border the Kingdom of Mitlan and the Kusha Empire in about half a month at most. May I ask if we should cease fire and rest for a while, and then accumulate strength at the border to launch a war to determine the ownership of the entire continent?"
Hemet asked cautiously after reading all the battle reports.
"Your Excellency Marshal, I don't think there's any need to be so hasty. We can just slow down the advance of the troops on the front line and let them fight among themselves to consume their strength. Then we can seize the opportunity and reap the benefits."
Another man in a general's uniform stepped forward and expressed his opinion.
His words were immediately recognized by many people.
After all, no matter how powerful a country's military is, it will never like to fight a tough battle, but would rather wait until both sides of the enemy are defeated before cleaning up the mess.
What's more, the Kusha Empire and the Midlan Kingdom are not easy to deal with.
The former's monster army and the latter's cyborg army are both genuine supernatural forces, and in between them is an apostle army led by Griffith.
Since Zuo Si threw a large number of apostles and undead creatures created by the energy of the netherworld into factories and construction sites to make up for the shortage of labor, it was no longer a secret in the eyes of the imperial high-ranking officials. Some crazy guys even began to study how to transform people into apostles and made some progress.
Therefore, the military, including Hemit, had long known the approximate strength of the apostles, monsters, and cyborgs, and had developed a series of targeted tactics.
The current imperial army is no longer the mob that was cobbled together in the feudal era, but a modern army with discipline, faith, and a sense of why they are fighting.
The old smoothbore guns in their hands have basically been replaced with rifles with magazines, machine guns, and rocket launchers, and the range of the cannons is infinitely close to the level of the First World War.
Therefore, although the apostles, monsters, and cyborgs possess inhuman powers, the military does not show any fear. Instead, they are very much looking forward to testing the power of their new weapons on these powerful enemies.
"No! I think it's just the opposite. We must not slow down the pace of advancement, but take advantage of the gap when the other side is on guard against each other and has no time to look west to push the border to the enemy. In this way, we can have more strategic depth and even fight on the enemy's land."
Another general made a completely opposite suggestion.
It is easy to see from his uncompromising attitude that he is a thorough hawk, and even among the hawks, he is the most radical one.
The demands of this faction are very simple, which is "All under heaven belongs to the king". They must fight until only one country remains on this continent, and all the rest must be destroyed.
"What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Hemet obviously did not want to get involved in the fight between the two factions, so he directly passed the ball to Zuo Si on the throne.
Zuo Si waved his hand impatiently: "You can discuss this kind of trivial matter in a meeting. If you can't stop arguing, just decide by voting. Compared to this, I want to know where the envoy of the Kuxia Empire is."
"The envoys of the Kushan Empire have already boarded the train. If nothing goes wrong, they should arrive in five days at most." The royal butler Bertrand hurriedly stepped forward to report.
"Have you figured out the details of this messenger?"
Zuo Si asked with interest, stroking his chin.
It was obvious that he was far more interested in Emperor Kong and the Kusha Empire than Griffith.
Because the role played by the Kushan Empire in this world is equivalent to the Ottoman Empire that destroyed the Eastern Roman Byzantine Empire in the 14th century on Earth, and also stitched together a bunch of elements of the South Asian subcontinent.
In other words, the Kushan Empire was most likely a pre-modern superpower empire with an extremely large territory.
Moreover, it was not the loose organizational structure established by the Mongols, but a centralized political system with a monarchical dictatorship.
This was an almost impossible feat in the pre-modern era when transportation and communications were relatively backward.
In addition, the Emperor of Terror was the first apostle to clearly stand up against the Hand of God and the God of the Abyss. He was also the only apostle who successfully ascended to demon status for the second time. His power even connected the Demon Womb and finally penetrated the barrier between the two worlds.
From any point of view, Emperor Kong is the undisputed overlord of this world, an extremely powerful tyrant.
Bertrand responded with a wry smile: “I am very sorry, Your Majesty.
We know so little about the Kushan Empire that we have no idea what was going on in the court of Emperor Ganeshkar.
So I know nothing about this messenger.
But he brought quite a lot of gifts, a whole carriage filled with gold, silver, jewelry, and precious spices, and even hundreds of young and beautiful female slaves.
"So what is the envoy's intention? Or what does the emperor of the Kusha Empire want him to achieve?"
Zuo Si raised his fingers and tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne.
"Well... I think if nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to the confrontation in the eastern part of the continent. Maybe he hopes that we can send troops to attack the Kingdom of Midland or the Eagle City from behind to contain these two forces." Bertrand guessed in an uncertain tone.
"I think it might include a marriage."
Another minister stepped forward to give a reminder.
"Marriage?"
Zuo Si was slightly stunned.
Because as far as he knew, the Emperor used his own son in the first sacrifice, and the process of his ascension to the throne was quite bloody, so in theory, there should be no one left in the entire royal family.
Otherwise, if there had been an heir, the powerful Kusha Empire would not have fallen apart immediately after the death of the Emperor, but would have been able to at least last for a period of time.
The minister nodded quickly and added: "Your Majesty, the Kusha Empire does not practice strict monogamy like our continent, and illegitimate children usually have no inheritance rights.
They practice polygamy, and as long as the bloodline is clear, there is the right of inheritance.
Therefore, the other party is very likely to take the opportunity to propose a marriage and then marry a princess to him.
Then we can form an alliance based on this to divide the land in the east of the continent."
"Haha, that would be interesting if that's the case."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and a playful smile appeared on his face.
He had a hunch that the Emperor's messenger was definitely heading for Griffith and his Shadow City.
Because compared to the Midland Kingdom controlled by Hansel, Griffith, the Hand of God, is the real mortal enemy in the eyes of the Emperor of Terror.
As long as he is unwilling to bow and submit to the agent of the God of the Abyss, he will inevitably do everything possible to kill him or exile him back to the deepest part of the underworld.
Just as the royal palace was busy preparing for the ceremony of the kingdom's promotion to an empire and welcoming the envoys of the Kushan Empire, on the rails far outside the royal capital, a steam locomotive was blaring a shrill whistle and moving forward at a very fast speed.
In one of the carriages sat an envoy from the Kushan Empire.
This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties or fifties, with a thick beard and a turban wrapped around his head and inlaid with gems.
He was wearing a gorgeous gold-thread robe and holding a golden scepter. His face was serious and solemn, and his eyes were always fixed on the luxurious carriage specially prepared for him.
Sitting on the sofa opposite was a stunning beauty who exuded exotic charm from head to toe, sipping tea leisurely.
The woman in a purple gauze dress, barefoot on an expensive handmade carpet, stroked her long black hair, and then asked with a smile, "Governor Madir, you seem very nervous?"
"Of course! Doesn't this steel train that can run automatically and carry a large number of people and materials at a time make you realize how powerful and terrifying this country is?
Moreover, the journey that originally took more than a month to complete now only takes four or five days.
What a speed and what a transport capacity.
If used in war, it means that troops can be transported to any place along the way in a very short time.
Please forgive me for being frank, but the opponent's strength is probably not much inferior to our Kusha Empire."
As he said this, the man known as Governor Madir subconsciously clenched his fists, and as he looked at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window, he felt a strong sense of crisis for the first time.
Because even the elephant demons of the Kushan Empire cannot be compared with steam locomotives in terms of transportation capabilities.
In fact, the reason why the Emperor of Terror advanced so slowly was because he was limited in his transportation capacity and was unable to effectively draw manpower and resources from his ruling area.
This is also a common problem of all pre-modern empires.
No matter how powerful an ancient empire was, even if the difference in weapons was eliminated and cold weapons were used, it would inevitably be unilaterally defeated by modern countries.
So what the Emperor of Terror actually plays is a typical map coloring block game.
Although the Kushan Empire had an incredibly large territory and seemed to have an inexhaustible population and resources, it was actually "fat but empty".
The reason why his rule was maintained was entirely because the Emperor of Terror himself was a powerful apostle and he had an invincible army under his command.
If these two factors were lost one day, the huge Kushan Empire would break apart and disintegrate into independent small countries that would fight each other endlessly.
As a high-ranking official in the empire, Governor Madir knew the problems facing his country better than any outsider. He even advised the monarch on many occasions to carry out reforms, but in the end all his suggestions fell on deaf ears.
The Emperor seemed to be in a hurry and was desperately pushing the front line westwards, not caring at all whether the rule of the occupied areas was stable.
“Relax, Governor.
Don't forget that you represent the most powerful empire and the greatest conqueror in the world.
And the stronger this country is, the better it is for us, isn't it? Once the alliance is concluded, this power can be used by our Emperor Genishuka to completely destroy the biggest threat.
As for other things, it is not something we need to consider.”
After saying that, the woman put down the teacup and stretched like a cat, showing off her graceful body curves and perky buttocks and breasts to the fullest.
Especially the visual impact brought by the looming gauze skirt, which can definitely make any man with normal sexual orientation want to make her his own.
Governor Madir was also a man, and he had more than two dozen wives and concubines, so he couldn't help swallowing his saliva after seeing this scene.
But he quickly forced himself to look away.
Because he knew very well that this beautiful woman of noble status was not someone he could touch.
Just as the carriage fell silent again, a spirit that ordinary people could not perceive instantly passed through the wall of the carriage and drilled into the body of a petite loli who seemed to be dozing off at an extremely fast speed.
The next second...
Her eyes suddenly opened, and she muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "So it's the envoy of the Kusha Empire. No wonder he can use a carriage alone. The teacher's guess is right. It won't be long before a war breaks out in the east of the continent."
As the last word came out of her mouth, the girl pressed down the wide brim of her hat to cover her eyes and face.
From the spell of the spirit leaving the body just now and the strange-shaped staff in her hand, it is not difficult to distinguish that this cute little loli is the little witch who left the Spirit Tree House - Silky.
Apparently, she happened to be on the same train heading to the capital as the envoy of the Kusha Empire...
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