The grand expedition of the Great Jehad, as it came to be known, began with the desire of the Atas to break out of their planet and travel to a more livable world. But under the leadership of the post-prophet Muhadi, more and more races have been coerced into joining this reshuffle of the multiverse.

The unparalleled energy of war is unleashed from a point in the multiverse, far beyond the imagination of any mortal and extraordinary being. After Great Jehad, the pattern between the worlds has changed beyond recognition.

It has been said that while growing his own strength, al-Muhadi has also sown the seeds of division, just as he did.

- History of Attas

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"Are you laughing at me, Athas!" said the tiger-headed Rakshasa King Dharaga, who straightened up and was seven feet tall. Even when speaking normally, it sounds like a roar. "If yes, then you're definitely going to pay the price. Dharaja, the son of Sri Guptta, will not be fooled!"

"Do I look like I'm laughing at you?" said Mohadi.

"Not really, but you're not like a fool either. Dharaga yelled. "Who would fight against the heavens for a word?!"

"The person in front of you will. ”

"Why?" roared the Rakshasa in bewilderment. "Do you hate the heavens as much as I do? Have you ever dreamed of drinking with the skull of Brahma and enriching the goddess with the goddess Kali?"

"I have no grudge against them. Muhathir said. "I just have to. ”

The Lord of the Rakshasas didn't seem to be very satisfied with this answer, and he let out a low roar from his throat. "I can't see through you, Athas! tell me what you want me to say?"

"Simple words. Muhathir said. "You testify that there is only one god in the world, and that is the only true God. You will also swear to believe in the path of the First Cause that I profes, and to assume your feudal obligations to me. ”

After hearing Muhadi's words, Dharja shouted. "To protect my race. I, Dharaga, am willing to swear by the honor of Sri Gupta and Kumara, and in the name of Maharaja of the Rakshasas!"

"Swearing lightly is not a reassuring virtue for those who make a deal. ”

"Words are like the wind!" roared Rakshasa. "You're right, no one can be sure that I will keep my oath, we Rakshasas are in nature!

A spinning hurricane suddenly appeared in front of the Psychic Warlock, a faint blue aura permeating him, and from within him, the Lord of Rakshasa sensed the power to destroy his nature.

The hurricane became more and more violent, crackling with the power of lightning. If it weren't for the fact that this place is a lonely and remote, inaccessible bamboo forest. Such a big movement will inevitably attract attention, so that ordinary people are shocked and inexplicable, and they can only prostrate on the ground, begging for relief.

Dharja felt the wind gradually increase until it was difficult to breathe. The hairs on his body also stand upright because of static electricity.

"The wind is more powerful than you think, Dharaga, son of Sri Gupta!" said Muhadi. "In the desert of Attas, dust storms kill more people than all tyrants and killers combined. Remember this, Dharaja! If you dare to break your oath, I will hurt you in ways you can't imagine, and death will not help you escape!"

"What shall I call you?" asked the tiger-headed Maharayan.

"Muhadi. ”

After a brief moment of silence and reflection, Dharja drew his broad scimitar. "In that case," he said. "I dedicate the loyalty of the Rakshasa to Muhadi of Athas, and I dedicate the fire, harvest and spoils of war to you, my lord. ”

"Our golden wheels, scimitars, and bows and arrows are at your beckon!" he continued. "Fight against our enemies, have mercy on our afflictions, help us in distress, treat everyone fairly and equally, and we will always follow you!"

"I swear in the name of steel and blood!" Dharaga slashed a deep wound in the palm of his hand with his scimitar and held it up to show.

"In that case," Mohathir said. "I will assist you in avenging your revenge on the heavens, and I will provide protection and guidance to you and your people. I will bring hope in times of despair, victory in the midst of defeat, and dawn in darkness. ”

"All believers, regardless of race, We will treat them equally. Solace and justice for everyone. This is true today, every day. The Psychic Warlock also made an oath.

The rakshasa demon grinned wide, letting out a roar that was half roaring and half laughing. "I will help you to divert the people of the Four Heavenly Kings, who will be misled by rumors and falsehoods, and will not know that the real crisis is near. And what about you, al-Muhadi the Atass, when will I see you against the heavens?"

"That's going to be sooner than you think. "Psychic assures. "Soon, I will bring an army to Attas, and you will get the revenge you have longed for. ”

"It's better to be so. ”

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On that day, the four from Atas met again. Muhadi told them that the Sultan of Malik would provide some of the magic ships to transport the people.

The woman, Deca Sulis, was also brought back to their hiding place by the Psychic Warlocks and Elves. When confronted by Fatoumah, Fahd generously admitted that he had saved the woman so that Muhadi would not be embarrassed. It was the first time Deca Sulis had seen so many Atas. Especially when she was an elf now, she was extremely surprised.

“...... It's not like any elf I've seen in other planes. The woman couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Fahd laughed and told her that she was an elf herself, but she couldn't see it after being disguised by Muhadi.

"My friend. Fahd said to the Psychic in a low voice. "You have to be very careful when dealing with this witch king. Many people, until the last moment of betrayal by him, thought that he was just a foolish old fool. ”

If it hadn't been for his sudden betrayal, the witch king Hamanu would not have died in the attack on Tyre. The elf said.

"Don't worry too much. The Psychic Warlock shook his head and changed the subject. "Next I'm going back to Atas and go there to gather the army. Come with me. ”

"Nope. Fatumah said suddenly, shaking her head.

"Why not?" said Muhadi, wondering why the girl would object.

"After coming into this world, I realized how difficult life is for Attas. There's water everywhere, there's grass everywhere, and think about it, what a thriving tribe can be here?" Fatuma said. "When you bring the army into this world, I will be the one who commands it. The spoils of war, the conquered lands and the population, all have to be preemptively controlled by the Scorpio tribe!"

"There's no problem with that. Muhati nodded. "But you don't have to stay here first. ”

The elven girl burst out with a silver bell-like laugh, "You are stupid, Muhadi! If you want to capture your prey, you have to observe your prey, get close to it, and then you can defeat the enemy with one blow." ”

"There are so many people in this world, how can you win without choking them?" the girl continued. "You may be the chanter of the tribe, but I am the chief of the scorpions. I just know the way of war, and you're still a layman. ”

"I'm the one who single-handedly completed the reform of the new army in Tyre, and it would be rude to say that I don't know how to fight. Muhathir said.

"The new army of Tyre you trained was defeated by Fahd, and he is not as good at fighting as I am. The elf girl said stubbornly. Fahd just smiled and didn't refute his sister's claim.

"Well, as you say, the population of this world is large, a hundred times that of Attas. The Psychic said again. "Aren't you afraid of losing the battle?"

"What are you kidding? We are the Athas, we are a people of blood and sand, bodies made of fire and dust. We are the people of war!" Fatoumah said arrogantly, holding his head high. "Mistara, what are they? Look at the food you brought back, it's all green grass and leaves, and at most a few reptiles......

"I don't think it's a reptile, it's a fish, a creature in the water. Muhadi interjected suddenly.

The girl seemed to pay no attention to what he said. “...... Come to think of it, isn't it only the cowardly gray-scaled birds who live by eating grass? Perhaps the grass-eating people should be conquered and slaughtered by the meat-eating peoples. A hundredfold population? It's just a little more fun. Maybe I just like my prey struggling before it dies!"

"Even so, you can still be outnumbered. ”

"Phew, that's going to have to wait for the Mistara to take time out of their time to fight. There are so many of them, they must have children all the time. ”

"I can't say I agree with you, but I admire your courage. In that case, it is up to you to stay here and lead our army. Muhathir said. "How about all the lands you conquer being given to you as fiefs?"

"That's what it sounds like. The elf girl said with a smile on her face, her words full of excitement and excitement.

"I will strike them mercilessly, kill their husbands, take their wives, and possess their children. I'm going to burn their houses and temples until they don't dare to look at an Atas with their eyes anymore. The precious resources that the Atas had to fight for in blood, the Mistara will be provided to us as servants, sweating. ”

I will take my tribe, and thousands of tribes, to do what no chief has ever done, and I will conquer the whole world. I, Fatoumah, the daughter of Abiad, swear before the Prophet that I am witnessing the true God of heaven. ”

The determination and brutality revealed in the elven girl's words even moved the psychic sorcerer, and whoever wanted to take the crown must bear its weight first, Muhadi reminded himself repeatedly in his heart. In the end, he didn't say anything.

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Over the next few days, the Atas avoided the dense crowds and headed to a wasteland that was uninhabited.

The hilly terrain here is not suitable for farming, so the Mistara people do not settle in this vicinity. The vegetation here is not dense, with only sparse weeds and unnamed flowers on the ground. There aren't many trees here either, and a clear river flows gently.

Compared to Attas, this is already an indescribably comfortable environment.

Deca Sulis rarely spoke during this time, she didn't understand the Attas elf, she didn't understand what they were saying. In order to prevent attracting attention, she also did not cast spells during this time.

As when she was rescued from her former master, she was still draped in a sari as thin as a cicada's wing, with two dots on her chest, and intricate metal ornaments on her upper arms, feet, and ankles. Fatoumah always looked at her with a wary eye, so she didn't have much chance to be alone with two men.

On the way, the Psychomancer spoke to Muhadi about her decision, "I want to stay in this world until you bring the army. She said to the Psychmancer.

When Muhadi asked her why, Aisha simply said that she wanted to see a different world from Athas, to study the effects of polytheism on souls, and to protect Fatoumah from doing something stupid. "Maybe one day, I can become very good friends with her. ”

"You don't have to do it for me. The Psychic Warlock said.

"Who said I did it for you?" said Aisha smiled wearily. "I have my own life, and maybe I'll need a big adventure to catch up with your strength too. ”

"Good luck. ”

"I don't need luck. ”

"Then may the true God give you what you need. The Psychic Sorcerer said sincerely.

In the hills of the wasteland, Sultan Malik's men landed in a small magical ship.

It is said to be small, but it is also more than 150 feet long, and its sides are covered with gun doors. The Gisyankees created these monstrous war planes to invade the main material plane and plunder slaves and wealth, but now they are in the hands of the Atas. During the Battle of the Satellites, many of the Giss Yankee magic ships were captured by the Witch King's men before they could take to the skies.

Malik Sultan sent twenty Templars, five blasphemer mages, and several sailors to the world of Mistara on the magical ship. Muhadi ordered the five mages and Templars to stay in Mistara to assist Fatuma and Aisha.

"Through this kiss, I offer my love, and may you become my husband and dependence as soon as possible. Before leaving, Fatoumah made a bold move and hugged Muhadi over the head and gave him a kiss.

"Through this kiss, I offer my love, and I regret you for becoming my wife and Lianli as soon as possible. The Psychic Warlock kissed back deeply, the first time he had allowed himself to taste the sensation since he had been transformed by Lyra a long time ago.

The magic ship rose from the ground and flew towards Atath.

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After a short voyage, the magic ship landed in the city of Uerek, Attas, at night.

An endless desert storm roared like the howl of some ancient beast. The temperature at night in the desert is low, but it has no effect on the psychic mancer.

Many of the tribes who had converted to the First Cause had migrated to the vicinity of Ulek, giving the ruined city a little more life. The once destroyed water plant was repaired and put back into use, and the foul water and oil mixture was pumped up from the ground. Half of the city is illuminated by the glow of the fire as the associated gas burns.

There was a smell of sand in the air, bitter and dry, like the Atas.

The peculiar marriage customs of the Mistara people are, in the eyes of the traditional Atas people, incredibly barbaric and backward. However, the Atas worship killing and strength, and draw their swords at the slightest disagreement, and the elves and halflings here can eat people, which is estimated to be equally bloody and unreasonable in the eyes of other civilizations.

Now, a great war between civilizations is about to explode. At the thought of this, Muhathir felt a tumbling in his chest. What was Rajatra's mood when he opened the prelude to the Battle of Purification? The Psychic Warlock could not help but wonder, would he be excited, or would he tremble at the nature of the war destroying its nature?

A world where water falls from the sky and flows freely on the surface of the earth can easily attract countless tribes to it. Muhadi had no doubts about gathering a large army, but until then, he had something to do.

Once the palace of the witch king Hamanu, it has now been converted into the hall of Hari by the believers who have migrated here. There are no decorations in this lobby to show off the power and power of a psychic manipulator, and the sheer size of the space can be intimidating to visitors.

Imagine a man standing in a hundred-foot-tall hall surrounded by unobstructed space. The throne is located on a high platform at one end of the main hall, and its base is level with the view of visitors. This person is bound to be afraid, and then awe.

But the Legion is not alone.

It came at the call of Muhadi, and hundreds of different souls in its body wrestled and entangled, fighting for the main body of the personality. In an instant, the Legion can think of a thousand thoughts and change positions dozens of times. It's really hard to understand why Thousand Souls would use this kind of existence to do things for themselves.

"Thousand Souls-sama. The Legion reported in its characteristic tone. "At your command, more psykers from Atki City have used their abilities to unite the tribes gathered here. During your absence, even the tribes that were once hostile to each other did not go to war with each other because of our brainwashing. ”

"I guess you should have enough men. Muhadi said in a teasing tone.

"With the Mind Demon Seed ability, we can have as many psionics as we want, and it's more than enough to act as a clergyman. Religious fanaticism has spread like wildfire among your believers, who are ready to sacrifice for the true God, despite their racial differences and enmity. The Legion replied.

"Well done. The Psychic Warlock tried to mimic the preferences of a thousand souls in replying, and he could not afford to be in danger of revealing his true identity. "An army has been formed. ”

"Quantity is meaningless, quality is valuable. "The Legion doesn't seem to approve of that. "A few legendary mages can wipe out most of these tribesmen without any damage themselves. ”

"Even so, they are a useful force. The Psychic Warlock sat in the Witch King's seat, tapping his fingers on his knees. "The tribesmen are undisciplined but courageous, and they are very skilled in their bows and horses, which will come in handy for my next steps. ”

"Then Lord Thousand Souls, you will also need the Battle Nun. Legion said. "Together, there may have been thirty or forty thousand of them, but less than half of them were men, and one-fifth were samurai. And the Mind Warrior created using Lyra's technology can deal with ten ordinary samurai on a single basis. ”

The Psychic Mancer touched his chin, "In the case of a limited number, it is true that women can also be useful. Let the psionics recruit volunteers to start training this, well, battle nuns, they'll be useful. Muhadi stood up. "In addition, I have one more important matter that you need to do personally. ”

"What's that?"

"Have you heard of the place in Seal City?"

"The center of the multiverse, the City of Ten Thousand Gates. The Legion's answer was flawless. The hundreds of souls within him possess different aspects of knowledge and skills. "I've never been there, but I know there. ”

"Go to the Seal City and investigate some things for me. Muhathir said. "Before being defeated and sealed, the primordial warlock Rajat had made a deal with several forces in Seal City, I want you to find out, what is the content of their trade?"

"Is it that easy?" the Legion asked.

"It's simple, perhaps, but it's never easy. Muhati sued the other party. "Also, avoid a swarm of skull-rats called Wanzhong, and never come into contact with them. ”

"No problem. The Legion reassured, bowed deeply, and walked away.

After the Legion left, the Psychic summoned the Grand Druid, who had just returned to Ulrik.

"I've recovered the Black Soul Stone. Camilla came to the psychic warlock exhausted. She held the black rock in both hands, which was absolutely smooth without a hint of variegation. "I've also witnessed worrying scenes. ”

Muhadi stepped down from his throne, paused slightly, and finally reached out to take the black soul stone from the hand of the Starhebin Druid. Nothing was born, no soul resonance, no primordial warlock's whispers. It's as if it's just an ordinary stone.

In Rajat's time, the lifebox spell was incomplete and not fully understood. Muhati remembered the words of the witch king polis, maybe Rajat's spell went wrong and his life box was finished?

"Give this stone to my leader of the believers until we take back Tyre and build a great temple around it to commemorate our migration. Muhadi set the black soul stone aside. "You mentioned the worrying scenario, what is that?"

"The ghost of the Witch King. Camila said, her braids hanging down her chest. "During the great battle of the Pure Fortress, Thousand Souls summoned the ghost of the dead Witch King. But when I went to the fortress again, the ghosts were gone. ”

Muhadi pondered what that meant, and after a brief silence, he spoke. "Got it, I'll keep an eye on it. Do you have anything else?"

"The former owner of your body had a spirit crystal servant who was lost in the Pure Fortress, but I didn't find it in the ruins. ”

His crystal servant was indeed lost there, Muhati thought, and as for why Camila couldn't find it, it might have been damaged in the battle.

"It doesn't matter. Muhati interrupted with a wave of his hand. "Listen, I have a task for you to do. ”

"Whatever it is, Lord Rajat, I'll get it done. ”

"This is not a simple character, Camilla, and its importance cannot be overstated. The Psychic Warlock said. "I'll give you a magic ship and enough sailors. It's up to you to travel alone to the world of Mistara and weaken them. ”

"Thousands of years ago, there was a halfling who claimed to be a High Evolutionary who almost single-handedly turned that world upside down. I hope that as a Starch Spencer Pai druid, you can do better. ”

"Mistara World?" Camila was a little confused.

"Let me explain it to you slowly. Mohathir said.

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Ankara's witch-king, Sultan Malik, repaired a dozen magic ships left behind by the Gisyankees, most of which have now landed on the outskirts of Ulek. Among these magical ships is the massive astral dreadnought, the Destiny Van. Although it is less than one-tenth the size of the Hongyang Troll, it is already a miraculous existence in the eyes of ordinary Atas tribesmen.

Muhadi never had to worry about how to mobilize an army, and he understood the Athas's motivation to break out of this dying world, and how much a world like Mistara's would be for them. The existence of these huge and mighty magic ships undoubtedly aroused the ambitions of the nomads even more. The victor will bring the story of the New World back to Attas, where all the tribes of the desert will be gathered under their command.

Whether it is the Witch King or any other enemy, it will no longer be a challenge to himself.

"Are our men ready?" Muhati asked, standing on one of the still-intact walls of Ulek City. "Selim?"

"A total of thirteen tribes are ready to migrate to the New World for nomadism. Selim replied. At Tyre, he was Muhadi's aide-de-camp. When Tessian began to expel the believers, Selim fled with some of the men of Tyre's army who were close to Muhadi and came to the city of Ulrik.

As an officer, Selim is competent. His organizational talents were unmatched by those of Buraku leaders.

"Nine human tribes, two elven tribes, one halfling tribe, and one mantis tribe. Selim introduced the people who had gathered outside the city gates. The experience of fleeing from Tyre had left him with a swarthy complexion and cheeks like knives had been slashed. "There were more than 20,000 people in total, and these people had gathered from all over the world during this time. The Witch King's magic ship can send them to the New World in half a month. ”

According to ancient customs, the nomadic tribes of the desert sometimes migrated. So in a very short time, they were ready to go out.

Muhadi looked down at the nomads from different tribes, who had gathered in piles according to their tribes. Dressed in white robes and wearing black and white checkered turbans, the Abad are tall and athletic. Brown-and-yellow robes and black turbans of the Bani-Karids, the wildest of their tribe's riders. The largest group wore red and white checkered turbans, and black flags were written in words like flowing water. They were Quraish, and their women wore no headscarves, only blue paint under their eyes and lips, so that the men could cover their faces tightly.

The tribe from which Muhadi himself came, the place of the Scorpion tribe was among all of them. These elves are the most well-equipped, the longest converted, and the most faithful. Next to them is a tribe of praying mantis, whose inhuman appearance keeps others away.

Fanatical, Muhadi felt it from the fluctuations of their minds. He also felt the breath peculiar to the minds of many psykers, who from the city of Atki blended into these tribes, using their abilities to spread faith and stir up terrible religious fanaticism. Because of these psykers, more tribes are coming to Ulrik City. The legend of the Messiah spread by the Thousand Souls and his minions for thousands of years seems to have played an unexpected role, and the path of the first cause is spreading like never before.

And what he has to do is to harness this terrible chariot, Muhathir said to himself.

The shouts around interrupted the Psychic Warlock's thoughts, and for a moment, the air trembled at the shouting. "Harry!" the people shouted. "Guide us!" the incoherent words were shouted out, and a qiē made people dizzy, like thunder.

Countless scimitars were unsheathed and held high above the top. The hilts of countless spears hit the ground, knock!

"As you know," Muhadi used his psionic energy to regulate his voice, which was enough to stir up passion and thought in the hearts of men. A powerful psychic warlock who can incite passion and anger by tone alone. "A new world is at hand, not long ago we have appeared. ”

"In that world, green grasslands covered the earth, and blue oceans surrounded the drought6. The leisurely prey roams around without alertness, the herd of beasts without a master wanders freely, and the water falls from the sky!" the psychic mancer felt the mental fluctuations of the crowd, fanning the flames step by step. "In that world, there is a space for resources, water, food, and recuperation that we are fighting for. There, honey and milk flowed, fertile and abundant everywhere in Artas. If you are indifferent, then can you say that the true God does not want to bless you?!"

The scorching sun scorched the people, and to many of the tribesmen, Muhadi stood on the city wall as if he was wrapped in a halo of light. The Psychic Warlock shouted, "An alien race very different from ours, the Mistaras, occupy that world. They enslaved their women and used them as tools for procreation. They were vile and cowardly, without the courage and glory of a samurai. If you are indifferent and do not dare to make enemies of this despicable race, then can you say that you are brave tribal warriors?!"

The sound of spear hilts hitting the ground intensified, and the crowd began to shout unrecognizable. Knock! Knock!

"Isn't it a great shame for a corrupt, cowardly and incompetent race to occupy wealth and land that the best warriors have never imagined?"

"I know you come from different tribes and belong to different races. My eyes saw the humans, the elves, the Moors, the mantises, the halflings, and so many other races. But let those who fought each other very fiercely in the past now fight against aliens for the sake of the true God! Because in the eyes of the First Cause, there is only one race here, and that is the Athas race! It's not me, it's the true God Himself who encourages you to fight!"

"Let those who have been sand bandits and robbers in the past now fight for the first cause, and become the blades of faith! Let those who used to fight with their relatives and friends and brothers now fight the infidels and aliens with confidence! Let the tribes who fought for a little water get an inexhaustible wealth in the land of Mistara!"

"I sue you, and I ask you to sue everyone who is not here. Muhadi looked down at the frenzied crowd and raised a hand to the sky. "I tell you what awaits you there—endless honor! Take them and they will be yours!"

Countless scimitars held up in the air reflected the sunlight like a field of shimmering points of light. The hilt of the spear slammed into the ground with a dense sound like a torrential rain.

"Whoever goes to war, whatever sin he has committed, will not be held accountable for it. Whoever dies in battle with glory, the moment they fall, they will instantly receive the glory of eternal destruction in heaven. Their names will be sung from generation to generation, and even after thousands of years, the names of these warriors will still strike fear into the hearts of their enemies!"

"Don't hesitate, don't hesitate, in the name of the first cause, we will fight!"

These words lift the curtain that envelops an incomparably terrifying future.

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