Winter winds from Siberia cross the strait without hindrance and blow across the Yamato archipelago. Winter has arrived, and the weather is gradually becoming more and more solemn unconsciously. Night fell early on the city, and the faint clouds covered the sky and entrenched in the hearts of passers-by hurrying through the streets. The strange thing is that the sky is already dark, but the whole city is rarely able to see a few lights, and the air is filled with depression that does not correspond to the prosperity of the past.

Suddenly, without warning, the earth trembled. Fiery red streamers rose from the sea level, one after another, piercing the sky like fireballs flying in the opposite direction. As if in response, the same flash of light flashed out of the city's shadows with a long tail flame. In an instant, the blackness of the sky erupted in a dazzling brilliance, and the fiery plasma stream swept through everything, making it difficult to match even the most brilliant fireworks of summer. Occasionally, one or two streamers of light did not burn out in the flames of this sky, and they fell to the earth with a dull roar. The light curtain that guarded the city gradually thinned out in the increasingly dense blows, and finally disappeared completely. For a time, the stars fell, and the earthquake trembled.

Heiankyo, the thousand-year-old imperial capital that symbolized the supreme authority and long history of the Sunrise Empire, was instantly transformed into a Sodom writhing in agony in the fire of the sulfur karma of Jehovah's punishment!

The courtyard of the Kuril House is located in the northern part of Heiankyo, not far from the war-torn Maizuru Bay. The Marina Courtyard is rare in the era of rapid economic development, and the Grand Patriarch Thousand Island Sacred Tree was able to take advantage of the convenience of the head of the Imperial Household Agency to acquire this centuries-old house. Unexpectedly, it was this convenience that caused this family to fall into ruin. The fortified beachhead built by the emperor along the coast of Maizuru Bay bore the brunt of laser-guided bombs and thermite bombs. In this indiscriminate bombardment, whether it is a reinforced concrete bunker or a wooden house, it is just as precarious.

The old wooden houses burst into flames the moment they touched the fire falling from the sky. The century-old building collapsed in the flames, making a "quack" wail. The gale blew wantonly, carrying the flames through the courtyard. The embers mixed with the flames swirled and rose slowly under the support of the air current, like a hideous totem pole, full of painful and suffering faces.

A figure burst out of the flames. In the flickering firelight, a wrinkled face was faintly visible. The figure of the middle-aged man strode out of the flames, and the distance he jumped was enough to embarrass a professional long jumper. He fell heavily into the snow, stirring up a cloud of snow foam. If the employees of the Imperial Household Agency see it, it should completely subvert the image of their director as a weak scholar.

"Nobuko! Hua Ying!" Qiandao Shengshu, the head of the Qiandao family, turned his head, but did not find his wife and daughter. He staggered to his feet, intending to rush into the burning house again.

"Woo ......"

With the sound of crying, a little girl emerged from under his figure. Even though the bun is scattered and the long hair is messy, it is still difficult to hide the beautiful face of the girl under the blurred eyes of tears. She was too young to understand why the red elves who usually danced meekly in the hearth were so manic at the moment, and she didn't know that her mother and sister were trapped in that scorching hell at the moment. In this monstrous war, she could do nothing but cry.

The cry was so imperceptible in the howling north wind, but it dragged the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree back. He knelt down to comfort his daughter, but he didn't know what to say. "Dark Bamboo ......" He found that he couldn't do anything but watch his daughter cry at a loss.

For a moment, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree stood up. "Damn ......" a pale feeling of powerlessness filled his body, making him tremble. In the face of the flames that burned everything, he exhausted all his strength, and the low words echoed in the flames: "My Thousand Islands Sacred Tree swears to stand on the top of the Sunrise Empire. When the war rekindles and the smoke rises again, the Qiandao family will not be afraid of disasters. ”

In the light of the fire, the man picked up his little daughter and strode out of the burning courtyard. The moment he walked through the porch, he paused, but he never looked back.

Walking into the street, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree realized that the situation was far worse than he had imagined. A dense barrage of barrages enshrined the streets, and the corpses of soldiers and civilians were everywhere along the roadside.

"Kappa 2, Kappa 2...... This is the Night Stalker...... The stall has been lost, and a large number of enemy troops are advancing on you...... Ah!!h He looked back, a corpse in the emperor's military uniform was lying on the ground limply, the emblem of the Imperial Guard could be vaguely recognized by the collar flower, and the radio on his waist was still calling intermittently.

"Stygian bamboo, hide here and wait for me. After setting up his daughter in a safer hideaway, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree ran to the corpse and turned him over. It was a young face, only about twenty years old, with the childishness of a teenager, and his eyes were serene, as if he was just asleep.

"Emperor, why do you continue such a war......

Questioning in a low voice that he was not aware of, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree bent down and picked up the PDW that the corpse was wearing on his chest. He gripped the automatic weapon tightly, the ergonomic handle that remained warm fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, and the glow of the black alloy reflected in the fire made him a little dizzy. A sense of emptiness filled the heart of the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree, as if a person in the water in the turbulent waves had grasped a straw.

A "Tengu" attack plane of the emperor ** dragged its tail flame and fell in the tumbling, and the thick smoke folded into a long twisted braid in the air. It slammed into the ground, stirring up a huge wave of air, knocking the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree to the ground, and the rifle was thrown far away. The Thousand Islands Sacred Tree only felt something hot slowly flowing out of his head, and fainted.

Dark.

Endless darkness.

When I woke up again, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree felt as if I was in the depths of the sea, and I couldn't feel a trace of warmth or light. However, I was surprisingly free of fear and pain. Nothing. Is this death, or is it a new birth? In this way, this is far from the warm place imaginable, which is the mother's womb?

Without the constraints of feeling, my thoughts began to unfold endlessly. Aside from thinking, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree doesn't even feel its own existence. Time and space have lost their meaning at this moment. Slowly, even the thinking slowly dissipated. Is it over?, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree thought silently. The strange thing is that although it has long been free of the restraints of its body, the Thousand Island Sacred Tree can clearly feel the curvature of the corners of its mouth.

Why do you laugh at yourself? The Thousand Islands Sacred Tree tried to think, but his mind began to blur.

"Hey, wake up. ”

A voice emerged in the depths of the Sea of Knowledge, and although it was not loud, it exploded in the mind of the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree like thunder.

"W-Who!"

Obviously having lost its own existence, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree clearly heard its own voice. The strange thing is that all this is so unusual, but the heart of the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree is as calm as water, and there is no trace of waves.

But the voice didn't respond. As if answering in its place, the chaos of nothingness changed.

Light.

The god of Zhongshan, known as Candle Yin, is regarded as day.

God said there would be light, and there was light.

The Thousand Islands Sacred Tree has heard countless stories about the origin of light, but none of them can compare to the sight in front of them.

At first, it was just a wisp as thin as silk, and it was faint enough to make it difficult to perceive its existence. And then, and then another, and another. Gradually, endless rays of light burst out of a large, invisible cocoon. An indescribable brilliance eventually filled the entire void. How long has it been? 100 million years, or longer?

The light that penetrated the chaos gradually dissipated. At the beginning of everything, the blue planet slowly rotates. The faint blue halo is like a mother's doting rebuke, like a wife's gentle touch, like a daughter's smile...... Although it is far from being as dazzling as the previous light, it gives the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree the most warm comfort.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, who are you?"

That voice appeared again in the heart of the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree. As before, there was no emotion, no intonation, and even men, women, and children. But the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree was not the least surprised. His mind was already focused on that planet.

Change regenerates. Rays of light emerge from the depths of chaos again. Sometimes they were entangled, sometimes separated, thrown into the blue planet in a haphazard manner.

"See? this is the web of fate woven by your human so-called sisters Vildandi, Sculles, and Ould. One end of it connects your soul and symbolizes the beginning, and the other end ends in chaos and represents the end. The entanglement of threads foreshadows the entanglement of fate, and the separation indicates the end of the bond. When it breaks, the soul it entangles will break away from its shell and enter a world that even I can't reach. Nothing that has a soul can escape the shackles of this thread, and this is true of you humans, and angels and demons are no exception. ”

"Angels, demons, do those things really exist?"

"Tsk. Hearing such a question, the voice showed a hint of contempt, "Seeing such a miracle, you are still amazed at the existence of knowledge beyond your insignificant? Foolish, human ......"

The Thousand Islands Sacred Tree was dumbfounded. Indeed, what is in front of us is greater than all the miracles that man can imagine.

The voice continued: "The explosion has caused fatal damage to your brain, and as your life has passed, the thread of your fate has begun to dissipate. ”

It was like passing through the interval of time and space, and without warning, a thread of fate suddenly drew closer, and the closer seemed to be within reach. One end of it was cast into the arc of the blue planet, and the other end had begun to slowly dissipate.

This is...... My fate?

"Dear ...... Why are you showing me these things, my lord, and is there anything I can do to help you, a dying man?"

......

No response. For the third time, change was born in the chaos. Seven bright stars were born from the chaos with a breathless light, instantly overshadowing the planet in the middle of the chaos, and even those brilliant threads of fate seemed to lose their color in front of them. Immediately after, ten thousand golden thunderbolts burst out from the seven stars. They rolled in the void, and in the blink of an eye, they were wrapped in the thread of fate of the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree. In the flicker of lightning, time and space seemed to be distorted, and the dissipation of the thread of fate gradually stopped, and then began to converge in reverse.

"I'll ...... Reshape the thread of your destiny," with a slightly tired voice echoing in the depths of the soul of the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree. "Remember, when the war is over, go to Edo...... There's something out there that can change your fate......" Before the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree could react, a powerful suction burst out from between the silk threads. "Now...... It's time for you to go back. The Thousand Islands Sacred Tree felt that its slowly dissipating soul was instantly gathered and thrown towards the planet at an unparalleled speed.

"You haven't told me what I'm supposed to do!" the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree felt his consciousness gradually return to darkness. As he was about to hit that thread, he asked one last question in his mind.

"You don't have to do anything, the line I care about...... It doesn't belong to you. In the last moments before returning to darkness, the Thousand Islands Sacred Tree heard that voice whisper in his ears.

In October of the same year, in the year 2134 of the new calendar, the 38th year of the Shengqian Dynasty in the first year of the Celestial Calendar, the Union of Free Nations (UFN) declared war on the Rising Empire, the protectorate of the Celestial Empire. Without the protection of the Celestial Empire, the Sunrise Empire and its Emperor **, known as the "Frontier of the Imperial Kingdom", still collapsed faster than anyone expected in the face of this alliance of emerging nations bonded by money. The war lasted only two months before it ended with the fall of Heiankyo, the royal city of the Sunrise Empire, and the fall of the "Land of the Sunrise," which had stood in the East for 2,000 years. The following year, on the burning ruins of the old empire, the fourth district of the UFN, the "Far East", was proclaimed. For those who are still struggling in the Yamato Islands, all the honor and dignity that were once stripped away from them along with their names, and another name will forever be seared on them.

Far Easterners.