Grief, deep grief, but I don't remember why.

Could it be the additional damage from losing Kuflin?

I...... I can't remember.

……

After that, it took a lot of time for the rebels to recover, and for a long time, I could see the exhaustion and despair on the faces of the soldiers. At that time, the rebels, despite their hatred, were all decadent, because everyone recognized the horror of the power of the gods. At that moment, Mithri fell into a frenzied hatred, and he tried to attack the lone god alone dozens of times, but no one could stop him. In the confrontation with the two gods, Atalanta was seriously injured in order to protect Misri, but Misri was bent on revenge and handed over the responsibility of taking care of Ati to me, as if ...... That's when the friendship between me and Atalanta began.

Soon after Misri's quest for revenge, I had to take control of the entire rebel army in his place, lest any of his revenge would bring back his own blood. Is that...... On the most difficult days, the morale of the rebels was low, and the generals were all wounded, and some of them were even unconscious, and I remember that I had a broken arm, but I was the least injured of them all. In order to ensure that the rebel army would not collapse, I began to work in an all-round way, day and night, and I was responsible for all the affairs of the army. After a long time, long enough for me to remember how long, the rebels finally picked up, and I remember that it was then that my prestige was formally established.

Then, things took a turn for the better.

It all started when Misri succeeded in sniping a god, and one day, he returned with a scarred body, his left arm severed from his shoulder, and the wounds on both legs were visible, but he did succeed - not some little-known, inconsequential god. It's the true kings of the Golden Dome, the Archmage of Darkness? Eczodia, who also killed Kufrin. We gave Misri emergency treatment and finally got him in a breath, and all we could do was wait for him to get better.

Misri survived. And he passed his own level.

The rebels are slowly recovering, and what Misri has done is undoubtedly a shot in the arm and cheers everyone up, but no one will deny what I have done. They all said that my mental fortitude would never be broken, but I knew it was a strange state, obviously grief-stricken, but I couldn't really put my emotions into it, so I had to rely on non-stop work to cover it up.

Why do I feel that way?

Remember...... I can't remember......

Then, it was supposed to be the third day after Misri was able to get out of bed. Is it in ...... At that meeting at Kyle Lydenburg, I, already the leader of the rebels, came up with a strategic proposal that shocked everyone. I don't think the rebels alone will be enough to change the world, and the rebels should consider cooperating with some of the gods. This was clearly the opposite of the original purpose of the rebels, and I remember arguing for a long time, but it was only with the trust that had been built up during this time, and the carte blanche of Misri's authority, that it was decided.

Now it seems. That was the mark of the rise of the rebels.

We decided to work with the gods of the good camp, and the whole process was not easy. But we succeeded. With Misri's successful sniping, the rebels have the ability to kill gods, and with the magic fortress that never falls, we have the capital to cooperate. Thanks to the efforts of me, Misri, Lancelot, and Endymion, we finally reached a series of agreements with the gods of the good camp to fight together against the evil camp led by the Dark King. Even so. The battle was also very difficult, in terms of combat effectiveness, the gods of the evil camp were more powerful, and the gold and silver descendants under their command were also more brave and good at fighting, and we fought hundreds of battles before and after. There were many wins and losses, and on several occasions I almost lost my life, and I barely escaped with the speed that no one can match.

I remember once encountering the Dark Lord head-on, and Siegfried and I joined forces to fight against him, but we couldn't make him take half a step back, but he kept beating him away. In the end, it was Zeus, the Wind Lord, who arrived in time to take the Dark King's attack, and we were able to escape.

There's enough embarrassment.

War, war never changes, but over time, the situation has become clear. The main component of the rebel army is the bronze creatures, who reproduce quickly and learn strongly, and become a constant force in the war. Those high-level bloodlines that can only give birth to heirs in more than ten years or even hundreds of years, although their individual strength is extremely powerful, they can't hold the sea of people after all, and the power of the evil camp is constantly shrinking. I remember...... I can't remember the time, but I still remember the location, the scorched earth, which was one of the first cities captured by the rebels, was conquered in the first encounter with the gods, and then retreated again and again, and lost the chance to recapture it, and when the counterattack finally returned, the entire city had been completely destroyed. Misri and I made our vows as we stood on the site of what had been the wall, looking at the Dark King's headquarters.

A vow that seems impossible, but is finally fulfilled.

The final battle began shortly after, and we threw all our forces into a battle to the death against the gods of the evil faction. The drums of war were frequent, the corners were ringing, and the rebel soldiers were honored, led by me and Misri. Every piece of land was fought over like a tug-of-war, countless blood was spilled on the ground, and corpses were piled up on the walls. No one who has ever been involved in the final battle will ever understand how I survived those six days, and how I joined Misri, I have no memory of how I survived. All I can remember is that, at the end, Misri and I came to the Dark Lord Solazzo and ushered in a dazzling burst of light.

It was the Spirit of Light who had done his best to explode.

The kings of the Golden Dome were almost killed and injured at that time: the Elemental Emperor and the Split Sky Seat died in the battle with the Three Evil Gods, the Cosmic God of War and the formless Great Kun God died desperately exhausted, the Wind Lord Zeus and the Water Lord dragged the other few who joined the hostile camp into the interdimensional space, and among the remaining few, the Polestar Saint Emperor? Odin and the Lord of the Eternal Night? Ohabis fought to the point of disappearing, and the leader of the faction, the Lord of Light, faced the Lord of Darkness and the Emperor of Sin? When we arrived, the Lord of Light was probably already like a candle in the wind, so he used his last strength to blow himself up and kill the enemy, successfully injuring the Dark Lord and destroying the mortal body of the Sin Emperor. Their sacrifice paved the way for me and Misri to be hopeful, and as we swore to fight the Dark Lord with me, Greenfield, and him, Misri, fought the Lord of Darkness. Perhaps in the eyes of the Dark Lord Solazzo, we two tiny humans are jumping up and down here, and the Mantis Arm authorities are ridiculous. However, when his head was indeed cut off by me, and his soul was cut off by Misri, the facts were engraved in the books of history.

The Dark Lord was defeated and killed—killed by me and Misri.

The war subsided.

I remember how shocking it was when the casualty list was reported after that battle, but thankfully, you were safe and sound, and my two little apprentices carried me to the battlefield on their backs, and they all survived. Perhaps it was Luna's blessing that did not abandon us bronze people. After that, the rebels began to consolidate their power and annihilate the tribal forces that had fled from the evil camp, and finally, Misri and I decided to let them go, and issued a proclamation to all the remnants of the higher bloodlines that if they were willing to obey the rebels' rule and obey their decrees, then the rebels could accommodate them; If it is difficult to break with the old law, the rebel army will not be difficult for them, and the other world has been opened, and they can leave Gonodia and fend for themselves. Although after the notice was issued, there were still stubborn people in the corner, but the vast majority of the high-level bloodlines still decided to choose, go and stay, the remnants of the high-level bloodlines were differentiated, and the last remaining ones were not to be feared, I planned the tasks of the military headquarters, assigned them to the war leaders, and carried out the final clean-up work in an orderly manner.

Oh, and of course, don't forget the gods of the good camp.

Like the evil camp, the gods of the good camp are almost extinct, and the few remaining kings of the Golden Dome are also in a weakened state. After a private meeting with me and Misri, the gods decided to relinquish dominion of this world in exchange for our peaceful coexistence with them. Misri and I readily agreed, and generously offered to allow them to spread their faith among the rebels in order to restore their strength, and the result was self-evident.

At this point, the kings of the golden top have completely withdrawn from the stage of history.

And then......

And then what?

……

The scene in front of him suddenly became clear, and Green looked up sharply, but realized that he was not standing in the main hall, but had already walked out of the castle and stood alone in the courtyard on the side of the castle. The noise of the dinner in the hall was still heard, and the guests were staggered, and it was clear that it was not over yet. Smelling the flowers in the courtyard, Green suddenly realized that he was able to move freely, and when the moon was in the sky, he looked up freely, and suddenly wondered.

"What am I doing? I do...... I want to do it, I want to ...... What do I think? ”

"Or did you do nothing, didn't think about anything?"

Memories began to pound his mind.

He remembered that he had gone through ups and downs, and his scars were like wordless medals. In terms of merit, he is even greater than Misri, and everyone in the rebels trusts him, among the Seven Leaders of Chaos, the deceased Kufrin does not count, Siegfried has become his diehard, Kadoos is more inclined to his own character, Lancelot is old-fashioned but loyal to both of them, even Atalanta is on his side - both physically and mentally, in the calculations, only Messri's disciple Angola will lean towards his master.

A small fire, lit a candle.

A thought suddenly rose in Green's heart, and then it continued to expand like a fermented dough.

Why should I be on an equal footing with Misri?

Why should I share the fruits of victory with others?

Why should I lose my power and sit on only half of the territory?

……

Why can't I be the only king?

Green's right hand unconsciously touched the saber at his waist, revealing a chill in the moonlight. (To be continued.) )