At first, the successive incursions on the border did not attract enough attention from the Mistara.

With locust plagues and poor harvests in multiple states at the same time, and the kings of the land are too busy to feed their own people, who cares about a small dispute over the borders of Rajasthan?

All sorts of strange creatures that people have never seen before appear in the fields and grasslands, robbing them of the nutrients needed for their crops. Kudzu vines climb up the trunk of the tree, competing with the host for sunlight and soaking up nutrients from the fruit. Even the fish seem to be less than in previous years, and the heavens are angry, people say.

The Maharaja in Delhi was dumb and timid, and he was able to ascend the throne thanks to the protection of that ** mother. This is blasphemy, and a Bean (alliance wife) should never meddle in the affairs of the state. The Maharaja should be deposed, at least Adewani of Gujarat, the most famous general in the world of Mistara, thinks.

In terms of blood, Advani and the Maharaja were somewhat related, and the two were called uncles and nephews. But neither man wanted to get rid of the other at any moment, at least Advani was sure.

In fact, the Maharaja would have been dead, if it weren't for the fact that he was suddenly favored by Lakshmi, or auspicious day, during the audience ceremony.

That day, it came to pass. Several strangely dressed men came to Delhi, the city of tribes, with precious gifts and plenty of gold, to ask for the consolation and hope of the most noble Maharaja, the Mistara. Such requests are generally denied, but this time was the exception.

First, these people claimed to be emissaries from other planets. At that time, the rumors about the appearance of alien visitors in Mistara and the boiling spread of rumors, many superstitious people were terrified, thinking that this was the same tragedy as the arrival of the disaster. The Maharaja's stupid mind was full of fantasies about leaving a name in history, thinking that he could meet these people through guò to debunk rumors, gain great fame for himself, and suppress the earth kings who were about to move everywhere.

Second, Narendra, the maharaja's royal advisor, declared that he had dreamed of a summons from the great god Vishnu. The great god told Narendra in a dream that the people of Mistara were blessed, if the Maharaja could meet with these messengers who had come from afar.

In fact, Narendra was part of the palace cabal, and he and the earth kings behind him wanted the Maharaja to die so that their favored heir could ascend to the throne. This is also the reason why the so-called messengers are able to probe through the guò magic without revealing it.

Those "messengers" are actually the Rakshasas under the Rakshasa Demon King Dharaga. The purpose of their disguises was to take the opportunity to assassinate the Maharaja and sow the seeds of chaos among the states.

As one of the horrors that the Calamity once unleashed into this world, the Rakshasa demons are born with the ability to shapeshift, they are tall and powerful. After offering various precious gifts such as elaborate carpets and utensils, these disguised envoys suddenly turned back to their original form and tore the Maharaja's chest with their claws.

What these Rakshasa demons didn't expect was that the Maharaja was actually a disguised person. On this morning, a bird flew through the sky of the palace, and the bird droppings fell right on the Maharaja's face. The royal prophet declared that this represented Krishna's will, so the Maharaja called his stand-in to attend the ceremony and escaped the catastrophe.

The assassinated Rakshasa was all killed, but the damage had already been dealt. The carpets they gave away were later used by the now malaria-stricken people, and the plague began to spread in the city of tribes. Narendra, the royal advisor, was executed for failing to see through the disguises of the Assassins.

The Maharaja was furious at the actions of the Rakshasas and cried for revenge, which gave Advani a chance to lead his army. Advani is the most famous general in the world, and how many times has his banner alone been enough to make the rebellious king surrender. The Maharaja couldn't find a suitable reason to stop Advani from leading the Confederate forces against the evil Rakshasa demons.

In addition, Advani had a legitimate personal reason to interpret the command of the army as a need for revenge rather than a personal ambition.

The Maharaja's guards found the body of Tern of Advani, the prince of Gujarat, in an inn in the city, and the royal magicians revealed that the inn had the desecration of a rakshasa. Undoubtedly, it was the Rakshasa who killed the prince of the Gujarati, Advani's lover.

On that day, Advani, a famous general with various halos on his head, held his shriveled and shrunken body of Tern, and left a light touch on his forehead with his lips. He swore by his own name that he would uproot the Rakshasa demon clan who committed this crime.

Despite the difficulties of the heat and the shortage of food, an army that had never been seen before was gathered at the will of the Maharaja. Armed with rudimentary weapons, the Signmen Farmer and the noble warriors wrapped in heavy armor from throat to ankle gathered and advanced towards the Rakshasa Demon's lair.

Advani sat in a palanquin on the back of an elephant and observed his army.

That's a lot of people!

As far as the eye could see, there were conscripts with gloomy faces and eager to try. Each state sent its own troops, plus its own generals. With the exception of Advani, the generalissimo, the generals of each state will be responsible for leading their own people into battle.

Among these generals was an old hero named Tripathi Singh. It is said that when he was younger, he killed two Rakshasa leaders empty-handed, but no one in the army could ask him personally if the legend was true. Because he was always in a large palanquin carried by forty Dhara servants.

It is not difficult to see other generals besides the old heroes, among whom is a particularly famous one named Bangkladi Raj Punia. He and his Turn, both well-known gourmets, are surprisingly fat, living like two moving balls of meat. Because his name was so long, the soldiers called him the fat crushing horse general.

The second most famous general was named Bikram Chandra, nicknamed the Father of the Legion. It is said that he had a relationship with every Dalit (lifelong mother) in his own country, and they all conceived children of their own. It is said that his sons were so numerous that they could form a legion of their own. The soldiers under his command wore only loincloths and held bronze shields painted with **.

An equally striking general from Andhra Pradesh insisted that morale was the key to the morale of an army. This wasn't wrong, but the way he boosted morale was breathtaking. At the end of each day's march, he ordered his men to go on a grand parade in fine costumes. The soldiers dressed in colorful clothes performed juggling while marching. He also trained several elephants to take part in parades, each with a dozen or so skinny children performing arhats on their backs.

According to the tradition left over from the era of the Calamity, the soldiers in the army fought in pairs and in pairs when the enemy was in the situation, fighting side by side with their own Tee. Rakshasa are terrifying species that can shapeshift, and this is the only way to keep them from blending into the army and causing chaos.

It also made the army bloated, and since everyone had their own weapons and would only stand with their own Tern, it was chaotic. Next to the archer may be a samurai in heavy armor, and a knight on a horse has to give up his superiority in order to take care of his lover on a horse. In front of the army was a rabble of hammers and sickles, and thousands of their own men had to be trampled to death if the elephants were to charge.

A tribal chieftain of Atas would scoff at such an army that is not lined up according to its ranks. Indeed, it would take a great deal of command to restrain such a chaotic army and let it wield its greatest power.

Advani is one of those people with that talent.

When the main force of the Rakshasa demons appeared, Advani tricked the other generals in the army into attending the party. He drunk the others, and he drank only colored juice. When everyone else was too drunk to give orders, he did not hesitate to take over the whole army and give the order to attack.

The battle with the Rakshasa is more like a hunt than a war. Rakshasas are arrogant creatures rather than gregarious, and they are very unaccustomed to fighting enemies in neat formations. When the battle erupted, they roared and leaped out of their hiding places in a deadly dash. For a moment, the earth itself trembled, and the evil magic of the Rakshasa Demon attracted a mist that made the Mistara army unable to care for each other.

Advani knew that his multitude army would not be able to respond to his orders in a timely and accurate manner, so he told his lieutenants how to deal with the situation before the battle broke out. The army did not panic when it was attacked by the Rakshasa demon, and everyone picked up their weapons and began to fight back.

This is indeed a large-scale hunt, and fighting against a powerful and fast monster like the Rakshasa Demon, it is useless to have any formation. In the mist summoned by the evil arts, the soldiers fought separately in small groups, and the chaotic configuration of troops that was originally not conducive to mobilization was instead used to take advantage in this situation. The instinct to kill trumps rigorous training.

During the battle, some Rakshasa demons will suddenly take on the form of their own people to confuse the Mistara. But the soldiers all fought alongside their own Tern, with only a small group of men they were familiar with, so the deformation trick rarely worked. One by one, the Rakshasa Demon died by the sword, and the Mistara suffered about ten times as many casualties as the other side.

I will avenge you, my Tene. Advani swore in his heart that he would only take a hundred or so elephant guards to support his men in the fierce battle. Whichever shouts of killing is loudest, he will go wherever he goes. Members of his guard rained down on the elephant's back with a deadly rain of arrows.

With each Rakshasa killed, Advani led his guards and those he saved to fight elsewhere. Slowly, the small group grew stronger and stronger, and finally dominated the course of the battle.

At least 500 Rakshasa demons, as well as tens of thousands of servant races controlled by Rakshasa demons—monsters created by plague stars such as Fats, Screaming Mushrooms, Dreadclaws, and Rust Monsters—were killed by Advani's army. Although the Mistara suffered at least the same number of casualties, it was still a big victory.

In ancient times, the monster armies unleashed by these plagues were enough to destroy the Miè kingdom and exterminate the nation, and only the Mistara people could fight against them with the blessings of the heavens. After thousands of years of fighting each other, Advani proved that the Mistara could achieve victory on their own.

In recognition of this victory, the Maharaja, known for his incompetence, even decided to hold a grand triumphal ceremony in the City of Clans to showcase Advani's talents.

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At the satellite base, the repair of the giant ship Hongyang Troll is nearing completion.

In previous battles, some Gisyankee-piloted magic ships crashed it suicidally, damaging the megaship's fusion furnace. So this formidable class warship had to be quietly moored in the methane ocean of this satellite, waiting for the day to return to the sky.

The Giss Yankees built the base as an important invasion base, complete with ship facilities and life support facilities. The store was enough food for an army of 200,000 men to feed for a year. If it weren't for the Witch King's army making an unexpected surprise attack through Jupiter, these astral monsters would definitely use this bridgehead to attack the world of Atas.

In addition to the Trolls, the magic ships abandoned by the Giss Yankees were also captured by the Atas. The Witch King carefully studied these alien creations, and then repaired them one by one. In time, Ankara's witch king, Sultan Malik, will also have his own fleet of magical ships.

The fact that few Gisyankee captives were captured was not so much due to the incompetence of the Templars under the Witch King's command as because the Gisyankees were too loyal. As soon as they are cornered, these astral creatures will not hesitate to commit suicide to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy.

The surviving Templars admired the courage of their enemies to die generously. Everyone said that the Gisyankees were more skilled and had better weapons, and that the Atas would never have been able to win without their legendary mages.

Even the Witch King's blasphemers and High Templars were puzzled by this phenomenon. The Giss Yankees guarding the base are no less numerous than the Atas, and their ability to build huge magic ships shows that their civilization is no less skilled in the field of magic. So why don't the Gisyankees have a legendary-level mage, not even a high-level mage who can cast more than seven levels of arcane?

On the side of the Atas, not to mention the magic attainments of the Witch King himself, many blasphemer mages under his command have also come into contact with the legendary realm. After all, high-level mages are not easy to die, and the numbers accumulated over thousands of years are naturally quite impressive.

Just when the Atas were glad that their enemies lacked high-end combat power, reality suddenly gave them a hard blow. Fate is like a capricious **, one moment he still took people's words in his mouth and served them with his heart, and the next moment he bit it off.

Clouds of lighter hydrocarbons and alkanes suddenly churned, dozens of massive portals opened in the air, and some kind of massive creature suddenly descended with the power of the reigning world.

Like other dragons, red dragons are born with a powerful dragon power. Mortals can't help but feel fear and despair in front of dragons.

For the Atassians, this fear is almost double. Because outwardly, the red dragon is extremely similar to the Witch King themselves who have served and feared for thousands of years. Aside from the fact that it is not red and has many bone spurs on its body, the magic dragon of Atas is almost indistinguishable from these huge and magnificent creatures.

Dozens of red dragons flew out of the portal, their blood-colored wings casting huge shadows. Dragon Flame and Dragon Whisper magic poured down on the unsuspecting Athas.

A loud roar rang out from the ground, and Malik, the witch king of Ankara, reverted back to his original form as a dragon. The Witch King flew into the air to kill all these undesirable guests.

The ordinary red dragon kept a certain distance from the enraged witch king, and only the largest, ugliest red dragon looked at the powerful mage with reptilian eyes without fear. Then he spoke.

"Mage, don't think that stealing the appearance of our dragon clan will give you the power to challenge us!" "When you die here, you should know that it was the dragon Chasa who killed you!

Before the words fell, all the dragons attacked at the same time.

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Advani stopped in front of the altar, and the Maharaja stood a few steps in front of him. In the square behind him, his most loyal elephant guards were neatly lined up in phalanxes. They wore the best armor to receive the people's greetings.

As long as he gives the order, every soldier here will be willing to give his life to himself, Advani thought to himself.

The Maharaja was already a gray-headed old man, and his Teen had long since died, leaving him unaccompanied at this time. The Maharaja's attendants and courtiers stood a little farther away, and as is customary, these men were unarmed.

Advani felt the weight of the dagger at his waist, and a crazy thought suddenly grabbed him. What would happen if he stepped forward and killed the Maharaja with a sword?

His own soldiers would support him, Advani was sure. But what about the other important people? What do they think? Will the fat General want me to sit on the throne? Will his state support him? Will the father of the legion like a stronger Maharaja?

Those selfish, narrow-minded, and shallow earth kings, will they avenge the Maharaja?

No, Advani thought to herself.

The marshal walked up to the Maharaja and knelt respectfully. No one was allowed to be so close to the Maharaja with weapons except him. As long as he draws his sword and pushes it gently, it can kill this old man.

Could this be a stand-in, could it?" thought Advani, and then secretly glanced up at the other party. No, it's not a stand-in, he has eyeliner in the palace and knows that the stand-in has a mole on his neck. He recognized the Maharaja as the real thing.

The Maharaja began to praise Advani's exploits, but the marshal did not listen to what was said. He felt that he was almost about to draw his sword, when suddenly a familiar calmness took control of him.

He recognizes this calmness, which he feels every time he is on the battlefield and then refrains from making hasty decisions. Maybe it's not a good idea to assassinate the Maharaja here, Advani thought to himself.

The Maharaja had finished his eulogy and looked down at his marshal, with a strange smile on his face. "Very well, my nephew. You were smart and knew who I was, and I knew I could entrust you with my next assignment. ”

What's next? What is this?, Advani thought to herself. And why did he praise me for being smart?

The Maharaja said nonchalantly. "You know, because there aren't enough ferries to bring your men across the holy river. So I had to move the Guards, plus a few hundred of the Guardians. ”

"You put them in my legion armor?" Advani asked, stunned.

"And under your banner. The Maharaja said. "You have to let people know that your legion won the battle. Isn't it?"

A moment ago, he thought that every soldier here was willing to give his life to himself, and Advani knelt down and kissed the Maharaja's toes with a thunderous heartbeat.

"You've done a good job with the rakshasas. My nephew. It would be better if you could help me weed out the bandits who suddenly appeared on the border with Rajasthan. The Maharaja finally said.

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