The two major forces of the ruins, the old powerhouse, the archmage "Endless One" who is known as the top three in the entire continent, and the new war lord who suddenly shines like stars in the ruins, occupy a place in three months, and convince the Brotherhood Great Khan to issue a "provocation declaration" for all the kingdoms of the entire continent with an alarming speed.

The merger of the two may not really be much to the warrior king of the kingdom of Alpharis or the misoge of the kingdom of Rhodoc.

Even Rhodok's current king [Warrior] Ragnar Fangon muttered in a hungover state after hearing this.

"A rat - working with an old crow, hiccup~ what's so scary."

But only one person was utterly furious when he heard this, and felt that the plan he had been preparing these days must be carried out immediately.

In any case, he didn't want the nightmare man who had been his own brother to become strong again, and this time, he wasn't sure if the presence in his head could help him achieve the ultimate victory through betrayal and betrayal again.

In any case, this time, the man who holds the entire Sigmar Empire wants to completely destroy that "fool who is always smiling".

"I'm going to see his body stink before I stop!"

In the square in front of the palace of St. Giles, the Emperor of the Empire, the Sigmar Empire, the Aldolf Territory, the most neat gathering of military leaders in the history of the Empire will appear.

It was rare to see St. Giles dressed in his own splendid and intricate armor of glory, forged from the crown of the leader of every kingdom he had conquered, shimmering in the midday sun, as he had been at the beginning of his kingdom decades earlier.

In front of him, standing face to face with him were the Generalissimo Fabius Baier and the Imperial Leader Marshal Sigismund, both dressed in military uniforms, standing at the front of a large number of Imperial soldiers with serious faces, accepting the Emperor's holy orders.

Marshal Fabius was tall and brave, his broad square face faintly shone with the righteous light of heaven that destroyed evil and evil, and both eyes seemed to contain a trace of burning holy light.

And beside him, there was an old man whose eyes were replaced by prosthetic eyes that glowed reddish, and one hand by the terrifying iron claws. As if feeling cold, he curled up in his wide, gorgeous coat.

From that military uniform, this frail-looking old man turned out to be the same marshal as Fabius, that is, the hero of the empire, a veteran who was close to seventy years old, Marshal Sigismund [Orc Butcher].

For this "still young" emperor, Sigismund does not seem to be as respectful as Fabius, he is just holding his representative "black sword" - a pitch-black legendary artifact made of subspace debris, and indifferently looks at the impassioned St. Giles in front of him.

And behind the two of them seemed to be thousands of guards, if the number of guards in a city or a duke could still be said to be in the past. But as a king's entire family, it's a bit shabby.

In fact, none of the people who have the ability to be qualified to appear here are ordinary soldiers.

Except for the twelve regiment commanders in the front row, even the sergeants in the back, each of them was a battle-hardened centurion, a total of 18,000 men.

The strength of the empire's army can be seen.