November 1, 1621 in the Walton Gregorian calendar, the central hall of the Sky Castle.

Caesar sat on the highest chair in the empty hall and looked at the man returning from the gate, his expression so complicated that it was difficult to distinguish.

The pair of red Shura eyes awakened by the killing could feel an extremely violent aura from a distance.

Standing beside Caesar, the final king Auston asked himself about all the talented people in the world, but just as the Vasno prince stepped into the main hall, he was shocked by the innate terrifying power in his body, and even sincerely felt awe of the blood of Shura's eyes.

"What do you think of his eyes, old man?" said Caesar, with a solemn expression.

"The color is impeccable, but the eyes that are too deliberately dyed cannot suppress the evil thoughts in the heart, so that they cannot easily channel their sleeping power out. Alston was not optimistic and replied with reservations.

"Then my Shura eyes are the same color as his Shura eyes?" Caesar's thoughts were incomprehensible.

"The Pascal royal family is one of the founders of the oldest Walton civilization, and has given birth to many excellent leaders, whose greatest characteristic is the amazing ability to hide under the bloodline. Once the eyes are opened, the pupils will have special lines, which can see through the limitations of various magic, the best of which is called the blood-colored Shura Eyes, and the lines are also different. Alston was at his fingertips.

"You don't have to pat my ass, I guess you haven't seen another color of Shura eyes. Caesar was a little displeased, but did not show it.

"Black King, do you mean the rumored Sixth Prince Changtian who has fallen to the common people? White is certainly a rare color, contrary to what you are doing, and I don't think it will cause much hindrance to you. Auston called Caesar's newly established emperor name, and used the principle of black and white to dispel his doubts.

"I'm afraid you don't know that the Shura Eye only opens when the bearer's heart is severely damaged, and the body produces a special magic power under the painful stimulation, which will affect the optic nerve, causing the color of the eye to lose its original pigment and thus change into a different and independent state. "Caesar never thought that Vasno, this kid, would gain a new ability by breaking through the restrictions of the Shura Eye with the help of the Spirit Stone of Kharkezhen.

"Special magic, this is not the power that humans should touch in the first place......" Alston realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"The people who guarded Valhalla don't think so, otherwise how could they regret removing the six royal families who were also comrades-in-arms from the roster? The power of the ancient gods, there will not be a single trace of desecration, not to mention that the Alliance of Famous Generals has long been regarded by them as the only means to win over the powerful people in the world, so as to establish a huge world system. Caesar said this, a murderous intent flashing over his eerie eyes.

"The Black King must not act rashly, it is too early to move the Holy Inquisition. Seeing that Vasno was approaching, Auston took a few steps back and saluted respectfully.

Vasno snorted coldly, facing Caesar and not doing anything to salute, that attitude is to show that you must recognize my identity, but this does not mean that I have to submit to your feet, there is only a relationship of interest between us, each taking what he needs.

Caesar was not angry, and gently stopped and let Auston back down first, he still had something to say to Vasno.

"Your queen mother is waiting for you to return safely, don't let her wait for a long time, go and change your clothes!"

"Aren't you going to say anything to me?" Vasno looked coldly at the man in front of him who had taken away his power, his eyes slightly revealing a slight sense of disgust, or perhaps from the resistance of human hearts to darkness.

"I promised you that the queen mother's things will naturally be done, you are still the eldest prince who inherits the great empire, what is not satisfied?" Caesar never preemptively, he enjoyed the kind of look that others couldn't bear to be anxious the most, and Vasno was so impetuous at this time, he urgently needed him to make a substantive statement, but he didn't mention it.

"Is my father alive or dead now?" Vasno gets straight to the point.

"Life and death are uncertain, and his life is probably short, why are you afraid of him?" Caesar was quite easy to deal with the young and vigorous prince.

"Why don't you kill all the fish that slipped through the net, you will only leave endless hidden dangers in doing so. Vasno ignored his rhetorical question and questioned him again.

"Who are you referring to?" Caesar pretended not to understand, how could he not know that Vasno had also conducted a special investigation into this matter, and the Twelve Calamities had already reported some goosebumps to him.

"You know what I'm talking about, there's no need to be so careful of me. In time, if you don't get a firm grip on this throne, don't regret your defeat. Vasno sneered as he left the hall and turned to leave the hall.

"Is it young and frivolous...... Caesar swept up around him, wrapped himself in it and disappeared.

The two men did not talk speculatively for more than half a sentence, and each calculated each other's interests, and it was not surprising that they would part unhappily, but Caesar's deliberate intentions were kept secret even by Alston.

On this day, there was also a major event that caused a sensation in the Azeroth region, completely disrupting the long-standing balance on this continent, and pushing all the empires, kingdoms, and organizations at the center of this vortex to the forefront, that is, the Galar Incident.

Originally, every year the Holy Inquisition would be certified by the official body to set up a league system of famous generals in each region, in order to recruit talented people to show their strengths, and this platform also gave professionals from all walks of life a relatively fair opportunity to compete, some people became famous, became the admirers of the praise, and some people took the priesthood with this, leaving a reputation for future generations, and there are many such examples.

Rank is the central soul of the alliance system, and many rules are constantly changing based on this.

Each participant is assigned a corresponding title based on their own characteristics to determine the appropriate rank, and then acquires some useful abilities.

And having such a special identity is equivalent to a well-known brand for ordinary professionals who wander around the world, and it is even possible to get the favor of various forces to ascend to the sky in one step, and glory and wealth are as easy as taking things in their pockets.

However, I don't know who is behind the trick and steals the artifact Gjallar Golden Horn enshrined in the Valhalla Temple, and uses its power to destroy the historical inscription stele of the official certification points in the entire Azeroth region, resulting in the organizers unable to confirm the identity of the holder of the Apocalypse, which leads to a bloody battle for grabs.

A pass that has lost its verified nature will not stop the unscrupulous ones who are still eligible for the Elite League, and thus start the killing chaos that began with the Galar incident as the trigger.

In order to get more apocalypse, all forces poured out their manpower to provoke trouble, and in just one day, three kingdoms and seven unknown underground organizations were wiped off the map of the Azeroth region, and its horror level was no less than a war of destruction without gunpowder, because neither wanted the other to get more chips and fought-for-tat, but no one reaped the benefits, but instead gave those treacherous people who were waiting for the fisherman's profit to plunder considerable opportunities for profiteering, speeding up the course of events.