The Titanians who are still immersed in the dream of the world's first power refuse to wake up from the dream, and naively hope to be able to reverse this powerless situation, whether it has been conquered or unconquered, with thousands of years of history is the proudest place of the Titanians, the changes of the continent for thousands of years, witnessing countless kingdoms from the rise to the fall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are only a few forces, blocking the crushing of the wheel of history, still standing on this continent, and the most famous of them is the pride of mankind, the Titanian Empire, since the blitzkrieg in Cintia, to now there is only one province left in the empire, and the whole process only took more than half a month.

The defeat was too fast, so that the Titanians were still immersed in a sweet dream, and they hadn't woken up yet, and they couldn't accept this fact.

The camp of the Cursed People is still singing and dancing, and since following the Holy Messenger, everything has been like a dream, a dream that is so beautiful that people will never want to return, and the pain in their bodies is gone, and now they are in the most prosperous land on the entire continent.

The cursed people who have put down their shackles are full of unprecedented longing for the future, and they are no longer the life that they once lived like years, and they felt that life was worse than death every day.

"All thanks to our Savior, the only God who has mercy on us. "This is the common thought of the cursed people, and Ao Xingfeng's status in their hearts has been sublimated to a god-like existence.

The land of eternal damnation in the northwest, also known as the land of spurning by all beings, they are a group of people abandoned by the gods, although they hate the gods on the surface, but in their hearts they don't want the gods to save them? But this idea has gradually dissipated in the 800 years of torment, whether it is gods or demons, as long as they can lift their curse, that is their only faith.

And Ao Xingfeng did it, and of course, Ao Xingfeng became their only god.

Heitis, the last remaining province of the Titanian Empire, is shrouded in an atmosphere of unprecedented despair and heaviness, the center of Hedis, Rainier, once a place of pilgrimage for all Irene on the mainland, and now, there are only a few passers-by on the streets.

There was no longer such a noisy atmosphere in the Diet, when it was learned that the royal army had been defeated at Godlin, most of the nobles and councillors slipped out of Rainier with their families and wealth, these corrupt moths did not care about political affairs when the empire was strong, and they were bent on using all the power in their hands to embezzle all kinds of public funds, and now that the empire was in a desperate situation because of them, they did not have the slightest sense of shame, but fled ahead of time with the stolen money and private soldiers.

In the cold palace, a skeletal old man sat on the throne that had carried thousands of years of honor for the empire, and looked at the noisy young men and women below, and a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes.

Dalglish Nicholas Patrick Titania, the 341st emperor of the Titanian Empire, at the age of 54, looks like an old man in his 100s, with sunken eyes, clear wrinkles, and deadwood-like arms, all revealing the fact that this king will die soon.

As the emperor of the Titanian Empire, he has enjoyed all the glory and wealth in his life, with more than 10 princes and princesses under his knees, and his life should have continued to go on smoothly, but the undead, earthquakes, and troubled times have now come to the invasion of Sintia, and the successive catastrophes have befallen him.

The successive blows made him age faster, and now, he is even more ashamed of his ancestors and ancestors, the Titanian Empire has fallen to the point where it is today during the time of his rule, I am afraid that he will be the last emperor.

"Alas. A sigh came out of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything more as he watched his son and daughter arguing in the palace.

The princes and ministers ran and fled, and only now did he realize that those subordinates who had angrily denounced his mistakes in front of everyone were truly loyal, and those who used to only pat on the back had no shadow when they encountered danger.

And now his children are arguing about some inconsequential trivial things below, and he deeply feels his failure, as a crown prince in the predicament of the imminent death of the country, he even quarrels with his younger brother and sister about the ownership of the territory.

"Get out of here!" Dalglish shouted angrily, and several princes and daughters were startled, and when they saw their father's angry expression, they fled in dismay.

In this huge empty palace, Dalglish stroked his forehead painfully, and his mind was like a mess.

"Your Majesty, things are not without a little hope. A figure stepped out of the dark corner of the palace and knelt down on one knee before the throne and said.

Dalglish raised his head with difficulty and replied weakly: "What hope is there for an enemy that even the royal troops can't resist?"

"The Holy See has secretly cultivated a special organization, each member of this organization has a legendary artifact, and in front of them, no matter how many enemies there are, they are just chickens and dogs, as long as you are willing to agree to our previous proposal, we will definitely help. The man said in a seductive tone.

Dalglish clenched his hands, the Holy See's so-called proposal was to make him a puppet, but all this can only be said to be his own doing, John was supported by him with one hand, but he didn't expect that John's wolf ambition was not satisfied with the rights of the Holy See Pope, not only did not use it for him, but even wanted to get his hands on the throne.

"Hahahaha!" Dalglish laughed, it was really against God's evil, and it was impossible to live by one's own evil! A series of carefully planned conspiracies against the Holy See ended up on his own head, and the ants who had never seen it before actually showed his claws to himself at this time.

"Stand down, how can the glory of the Titanian Empire be touched by pariahs like you?" said Dalglish with a straight expression.

The man's eyes were cold, and he sneered: "Hehe, Dalglish, look around you! Who else recognizes your identity as emperor? Now you are just an old dog who is barely breathing! What qualifications do you have to continue to sit in that seat?"

"You!" said Dalglish, angrily drawing his sword from the edge of the throne, and was about to slash at the man.

With a pop, the man slammed into Dalglish's arms with a flick, and a dagger pierced Dalglish's abdomen, and thick blood flowed out of the blood groove on the dagger.

With a bang, the long sword in Dalglish's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and after a few steps of unsteady hind legs, he sat on the throne again, his face was much paler, and he asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

The man took off the mask on his face, revealing a sunny and handsome face.

"It's you!ahem!" Dalglish saw the man's face clearly, and suddenly his blood surged, coughing up a large pool of dirty blood.

"Divine authority of kings, you are just an ordinary man, how dare you disobey God's will?" said John with a smile, without a hint of humanity in his eyes.

"I'm really blind to put you, a traitor, into the Pope. Dalglish said, clutching the dagger in his abdomen.