After Emperor Percif of the Far South made a high-spirited declaration of war against the Holy Radiance in the Colosseum, he returned to his palace with Duke Blackwing.

As soon as he entered his palace, before he could walk towards the throne, his feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground, and Duke Blackwing quickly stretched out his hand to support Emperor Persiff.

"Brother, you don't need to wear armor to attend." Duke Blackwing looked at Emperor Persifu with some heartache, he gasped deeply, the strongest emperor in the Far South who could easily cut steel with a sword in the past, was now weakened by the torture of illness, and even standing in heavy armor was a burden for him.

"War is coming, my stupid brother... If I don't go into battle in armor, how can a soldier charge with me? ”

Emperor Persif slowly walked up to the throne and sat down under the support of Duke Blackwing, he sat down in his position and kept taking a deep breath, Duke Blackwing took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on Emperor Persif's forehead, but was stopped by Emperor Persif.

"Summoning all the generals of the Eye of Conquest in the royal city, we can't delay any longer." Emperor Pesif said, clasping Duke Blackwing's arm.

"I've sent someone to deliver the order."

Duke Blackwing looked at his brother who had collapsed on the throne and even had some difficulty breathing, and his heart really didn't feel good at all.

His father and Emperor Persif's father were not brothers, but the relationship between the two families was very close, so Duke Blackwing grew up with Emperor Persiv since he was a child.

The friendship between the two was not very deep, because in the deceitful aristocratic society of the Far South, Emperor Pesiff was so shrewd that he knew how to use everything at hand, even if the human relationship was only a tool in his hands.

Originally, the first in line to the throne should have been the elder brother of Emperor Pesiff, but he relied on various means to kick his brother down and firmly hold the ruling power of the Far South in his hands.

This reign lasted for thirty years, and the territory of the Far South was expanded by more than a third under the rule of Emperor Persiff.

And Duke Blackwing has been the best tool of Emperor Percif since he was a child, and Duke Blackwing, who realizes this, is not willing to submit to Emperor Percife's rule all the time.

He drank the dragon's blood eight years earlier and united the Pure Church with the intention of overthrowing Emperor Persif.

It wasn't until Duke Blackwing learned that Emperor Persiv was seriously ill that his disobedience to the Emperor of the Far South became a... Strange psychology, sympathy? No... It's not, it's guilt.

Duke Blackwing looked at the man who had collapsed on the throne and realized that the great emperor was not omnipotent, he was trading his life for the prosperity of the Far South.

"Brother, you all recognize the power of dragon blood, which may be able to prolong your life." Duke Blackwing wished that Emperor Persiv would die in the first half of his life, but now he hoped that Emperor Pesif would live.

Because only Emperor Pesif can govern the current Far South, the nobles under the command of the Far South only serve Emperor Pesif.

What was the Far South after the death of the emperor?

Gone!

"Wakri, Wakri, you have been my slave all your life, and when I die, do you want to be a slave of the dragon?"

When Emperor Persiff heard Duke Blackwing's suggestion, he didn't get angry, but instead used this sentence to sarcastically mock Duke Blackwing.

"Brother, I'm not anyone's slave." Duke Blackwing said.

"The way you crave dragon's blood... It's no different from those hungry slaves who can sell everything for a single piece of food. Emperor Persiv smiled sarcastically, "I don't like to listen to anyone or any creature, and I don't like to be dominated or restricted by anything, but it's funny that in the end I can be confined by such a thing as disease." ”

Duke Blackwing did not speak, the character of Emperor Pesif in this regard was a paranoid, he did not like to listen to anyone's orders, his decision was the only one.

Paranoid to the point that when a duke, Emperor Jopersif, went out on horseback riding, Pesif, although verbally agreed, always arrived after the appointed time, or before the appointed time.

"Listen, Wakri, if you don't want to be a slave to the dragon, you have to win this war... The dragon's blood you drink should not have been given to you by the people, but you cut off the dragon's neck and drank the blood from them! ”

Emperor Persif grabbed Duke Blackwing's shoulder, and this sentence was also the reason why Duke Blackwing decided to side with Emperor Persif.

At the time of Emperor Persif's instructions, the generals from the Eye of Conquest entered the palace in turn.

In total, the Far Southern Empire had twenty-seven legions directly under the emperor, and the number of troops was as high as one million if you counted slaves, which was even more than the population of a small country.

This was also the policy of Emperor Pesiff, and men had to serve in the local area for a year or two when they reached adulthood before they were allowed to retire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you already know that a foreign church is relying on something called dragon's blood to infiltrate our country and plot against my people, and they come from the Holy Radiance, but not from the Holy Radiance."

Emperor Pesiff did not hide anything, and directly pierced the last layer of paper, and there were a total of thirteen generals present, and nearly half of these thirteen people were contaminated with dragon blood.

That's a frighteningly high percentage.

Emperor Pesiff had plenty of time to purge these betrayers if he was in good health, but his current body could not wait for that day to come.

Now Emperor Persiv can only mobilize these nobles who have drunk the dragon's blood, because they are also a combat force that cannot be ignored, and Emperor Pesiv knows that the Far Southerners cannot be so willing to submit to others.

"Priest Mixiu, how is the cultivation of the Blood Crystal Beast?" Emperor Pesiff made a brief mobilization and directly inquired about the progress of the Eye of Conquest's Eye of Conquest regarding the progress of the Bloodcrystal Beast.

"The number of Blood Crystal Beasts has recovered to 270,000, and if you give me enough time, this number can be doubled... His Majesty the Emperor. The priest's voice was filled with fanaticism, the eldest daughter of Emperor Persif, who also inherited the blood of Emperor Persif, that is, she had an almost perverted desire for control.

It's just that Michaeu's desire for control is for life, and Emperor Pesiff is for the state and power.

"There's not much time left, since the Blood Crystal Beasts can devour life to grow, let them drink the blood of their enemies, we can't give the Holy Radiance time to react, General Hellauren! Pass my orders... Throw Bloodcrystal Beast directly into battle. ”

If Emperor Pesif remembers correctly, they have been at war with Shenghui for almost eight years, and these wars are basically petty fights, because the walls of Shenghui and the long-range magic attack methods make Emperor Pesif realize that it is irrational to attack.

And the Blood Crystal Beast's powerful strength and reproduction ability made victory in this war possible.

The tall walls of the Holy Radiance were useless in front of the flying Blood Crystal Beasts.

"I'm going to get the results in the fastest time, understand? General Hellauren. Emperor Pesiff said.

"Yes." General Hellauren took the order, but instead of leaving, he asked, "Your Majesty, if you transfer all your combat power to the battlefield of the Holy Radiance, what will you do with the group of mysterious people who brought the fire of heavenly punishment?" ”

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