"Wow, this plug-in is inevitably too rough, isn't it?,Although it's not a foul.,But is it really good to do this?"

Lin Yuan, who was still enjoying the war in the fantasy realm, opened his mouth wide for a while after noticing the changes in the underground of the capital of the Glen Loton Kingdom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Interfering with the long river of time, forcibly changing the past experience, without causing any ripples and fluctuations, making history change, and comparing the hole cards of the Glen Loton Kingdom that should not be high-level to the top setting in the world, I said, you have the intention to trouble me, right, you think I really can't feel the changes in the world, right?"

Lin Yuan looked up to the ubiquitous malicious fate, but he couldn't find the existence that transcended the world.

“...... You actually hid me...... Well, since we're all on the verge of foul play together, I'm welcome, okay, let's keep going. ”

He didn't get angry because it was a situation he would love to see.

It was a surprise that he could not know or intervene in, that is, it was a happy surprise.

Therefore, he did not correct the time, but let the historical trajectory change.

"Originally, I was going to watch a good show behind the scenes, but since the other party dispatched this kind of thing, I can also go straight to the scene. ”

Lin Yuan abandoned all the plans prepared by the cloth at this moment, forgetting their hard preparations.

The corners of his mouth curled into a malicious smile.

"We're going to do it anyway, so let's make it bigger and make the world even more chaotic. ”

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The Engraved Magister York Rice is on a mission to transport supplies.

He brought a huge amount of supplies from the border cities of the Kaos Empire to support the strategic operations of the Glen Loton Kingdom.

Yorke was one of the first group of Engraved Magisters to grow up, one of the few who had the privilege of being branded by His Majesty Arcana himself, and had made an oath to be completely loyal to the Supreme Dominator, and based on this level of relationship, it was natural to rise through the ranks of this particular system, and at a young age he was already a high-level official, just one step away from becoming the master of a city.

With his status and class, he was not responsible for the grassroots work of leading a transport team of 500 people, but he really wanted to go to the front line, so he took the initiative to take on this task.

York sat lazily on his horse, and the afternoon sun shone very comfortably on him, making him a little drowsy.

The transport team was not moving fast, they had just left a city, and they had already completed half of the progress of the task, which was more than enough time to rush too much.

York glanced at the transport team behind him, there were only a few dozen of them who were magisters in charge of the guards, only a few of them were engraved magisters, and the rest were ordinary members with no magical powers.

He began to lament his life, and if he hadn't accepted the stigma at that time, he might still be working hard at the bottom, like those behind him.

Although he lost a lot of life in order to accept the stigma, he thought it was worth it, and that he would never have imagined that he would be able to get the status he has today and enjoy a comfortable life.

In the Bellabet region, civilians are the least valuable things, and if they are unlucky, they can even be sold as slaves, and unless they are born with magic and grow up to become a magister, it is difficult for ordinary civilians to get ahead.

York didn't think he was wrong with his choice, he took the best chance and got what he dreamed of.

There were only a few hundred engraved magisters at first, and they were personally empowered by His Majesty Arcana, and then in order to increase the number of engraved magisters, the branding ceremony was changed to a magic prop.

The prop used in the branding ceremony is a rather strange giant polyhedron, like a huge black stone, which requires five adults to stretch their arms to wrap around, and the official name is "Cubic Octahedron".

The "Recipe Trioctahedron" has received the blessing of His Majesty Arcana and is able to perform the branding ceremony in his place.

Those who participate in the ritual only need to place their hands on the "home remedies octahedron", and after waiting for a few seconds, they will be branded, the process is relatively short, and the pain and suffering are relatively light, but still a part of the life is lost.

Now this strange stone is placed in Angban, the capital of the Kaos Empire, and every day people from different places, eager to obtain magical powers, take turns to undergo the branding ceremony.

These engraved magisters transformed by magic props are naturally inferior in status to those who personally performed the rituals by His Majesty Arcana, and even if they passed the painful test and became engraved magisters, the achievements they could achieve were not as good as those of the first few hundred lucky ones.

York wondered if he had or didn't, and after a while he noticed a male fellow Signet Magister, riding alongside him.

"Captain, those magisters look like they should have no problem accepting them as part of the Empire. ”

His companion used his telepathic engraving magic to communicate with York silently.

"As long as you are innocent and not a spy of another country, after completing this transportation mission, go and inform them that they have officially obtained the status of subjects of the empire. ”

York continued to pretend to be a god on the surface, and responded to his companion in his heart.

This transportation task, in addition to transporting materials to the cities that have been conquered, also has the role of screening talents.

Half of the Magisters in charge of the transport team are not outsiders recognized by the Kaos Empire.

Some of them were fugitives who had entered Bellabet from the outside, and some were people who wanted to take refuge in the country after seeing the establishment of the Kaos Empire.

And the most is that in the united battle of Belabet, the identity of the Magister was hidden, and the civilian Magister did not participate in the war.

According to the laws of the Kaos Empire, all Magisters in the realm must swear allegiance to His Majesty the great Arcana, without exception.

However, if these people who hide the identity of the Magister want to get an official identity after the founding of the country, they must go through many tests, and it has been confirmed that these people are not spies from the outside world, and they have no evil intentions.

Basically, the members who participated in this transportation mission have been tested many times, and they can already be sure to join the Kaos Empire, and this transportation mission is just a walk around the scene to enrich their experience and make the boss more at ease.

"Anyway, Captain, do you know what we're transporting? It's all erected, it's not food, it looks like building materials. ”

In order not to make others suspicious, the companion who was in charge of observing the accompanying magister opened his mouth to find a random topic.

"I've heard that an obelisk is going to be built in every city of Glen Loton that has been conquered, and it is said to be a magic prop that can prevent the unobedient citizens from rioting, but I don't know what it is, but I think it must be some kind of magic weapon. ”

York replied in a loud voice, making the others think they were engaged in ordinary small talk.

The two of them replied casually again, and then their companion found an excuse and rode away.

The rest of the journey continued in a relaxed atmosphere, and until dusk and sunset, they did not encounter any monsters or beasts in the wild, and the journey went very smoothly.

York flipped out the map and began to confirm the location of the next city, which he estimated would be the next target city shortly after dark.

"I should be able to make it to the time when the city gate is closed, so I don't have to rush too much, and I ...... it slowly."

Just as he was thinking in his heart, a rapid flute suddenly sounded from the front.

It was an urgent notice from the members who were scouting the way ahead, and as soon as danger was detected, he would loudly inform the troops in the rear.

York's expression became serious, and he ordered all the transports to stop, the ordinary members to hide in the transports, and the magisters to prepare for defense.

In this southern region that has been conquered, it is impossible for the troops of the Glen Loton Kingdom to exist, and he thinks that it must be a coincidence that he has encountered a wandering monster in the wild.

It's just that the loud shouts of the companion in charge of reconnaissance not far away immediately changed his cognition.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's Glen Lotton's Magister's attack!"

The scout's voice stopped abruptly in a roar, and although York was not an orthodox magister, the explosion in front of him was a magical attack no matter how you look at it.

"Could it be the guerrillas, who specialize in sneaking up on the baggage teams in the rear?"

The thought quickly crossed York's mind, but he didn't continue to think about it, now was not the time to think about it.

Now is the time to fight.

Les snorted coldly and drew the long sword at his waist.

His blade pointed at the dozens of enemies that appeared in front of him, while shouting words of encouragement to his companions.

"O my friends, take out your weapons and show these lost dogs our power! Long live the Empire of Kaos! For the sake of His Majesty Alcana!