The majestic cement fortress, the spacious and empty hall, the cold stone steps are covered with red carpets.

This is Fort Norton, located in the middle of Norton City, where the captains of all the councils and the celebrant priesthood are held.

In the classical national language of the province of Norton, "Norton" means conquest.

After the Eastern Army occupied the area, they built this military fortress called Norton in honor of Marshal Julius.

Over the next century, the fortress perched on a plain grew into a large settlement of millions of people.

It is not only home to the oldest military and engineering schools of the entire Legion, but also the capital of the Eastern Legion and the place where the entire Legion adheres to the most traditions.

Of course, that's a bit of a stretch now.

At this moment, a group of Willantes wearing golden armor and scarlet cloaks were holding candles and facing the full-length statue of Marshal Julius, which was ten meters tall, with solemn and solemn expressions of admiration for him.

The golden color and scarlet cloak may not seem very appropriate for the funeral, but it is a unique way of mourning for the Wilantes, and it is the highest standard of etiquette.

All because their marshal once said -

"There is no need to fear and grieve for death, which is the ultimate destination of all life."

"If one day I go to rest, you should put on golden armor and scarlet cloaks, and take up torches to bid me farewell, and scatter flowers upon me as if you hailed my triumph."

Perhaps Julius just said this casually when he was in the mood, but for a long time afterward, this was how the funerals of the Willantes were held.

It wasn't until a few fires broke out in Triumph that the local survivors mixed the torches and flowers in their hands and replaced them with hot and gentle candles.

The tradition of wearing gold armor and scarlet cloaks has been preserved, and even the weight of the gold armor and the purity of the gold have been preserved.

Generally speaking, the value of the sacrificial vessels used is proportional to the glory of the buried.

It is precisely for this reason that almost all the people standing here to mourn Marshal Julius carry two hundred kilograms of armor each.

Without the use of an exoskeleton, I am afraid that only the Willant with abundant martial arts can bear such a heavy load.

Standing in front of everyone, Salen, dressed in gold armor, looked solemn and solemn, and gently placed the pure gold candlestick in his hand on the stone steps in front of the statue.

By this point, the ceremony was halfway through.

Then the captains stepped forward one after another, and the menorah was placed in front of the statue to "keep the spirit" of Lord Julius until all the candles were extinguished.

Salen quietly stepped aside, gently moving his shoulders, which were a little sore from the gold.

At this moment, a henchman walked up to him and said in a low voice.

“…… There was no movement on the borders of the Alliance, it was still the same as before, but Bicester Town was a little nervous, including the troops of the Honey Badger Kingdom. ”

Saren tilted his head slightly and said in a very soft voice.

"Ignore them, just keep an eye on the Alliance's movements."

Whether it's Bicester Town or the Honey Badger Kingdom, they're just ants to the Eastern Legion.

It seems that the alliance guessed what he meant, and it really has no intention of taking advantage of the fire.

As long as all the troops are moved to the east, the transformation of Triumph City will be free from interference.

And when the time comes, they will be able to be logically independent, and they can even maintain a good relationship with their old club, Triumph City.

After all, it was the starting point of the Willant's expedition, and he didn't want to make a relationship too stiff with his fellow guys back home.

Do not fight civil wars.

This was the best ending for all parties, as many of the people of Wilantes still consider Triumph City to be their spiritual home, even the many captains under his command.

Although it was not appropriate to smile at the funeral, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly curl up a smile.

Sure enough, it's always a pleasure to play chess with smart people.

The henchman standing on the side continued in a low voice.

"One more thing...... The Southern Legion sent emissaries. ”

Salen said casually,

"Hang him out for a while."

The henchman hesitated for a moment, then continued in a low voice.

"But...... It was an emissary from the Tyre Commander who had brought an instant messenger and claimed to be representing Tyre himself."

Hearing this, Saren sighed impatiently.

"Let him wait for me in the side hall."

The henchman said respectfully.

"Yes."

……

In the hall on the side of the castle, a dusty messenger was standing not far from the door.

Seeing Captain Saren walking in from outside the door, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.

However, Salen, who strode in front of him, didn't even look at him, and directly snatched the silver tray in his hand, pressed the button and threw it on the cabinet next to him.

A pale blue light appeared in the room, and soon a powerful figure appeared not far from him.

It was Tyr's hologram.

Looking at Saren in golden armor, Tyr was visibly stunned.

"What are you doing?"

Salen spread his arms and said as a matter of course.

"As you can see, with the brothers of Triumph City mourning Marshal Julius, I would like to ask you what you are doing."

Seeing his calm and relaxed appearance, Tyr's heart couldn't help but surge with anger.

This guy is still in the mood for a funeral!

Now, not only the Coalition and the Corporation, but even the Rift Worm Free State has declared a state of war with the Southern Legion.

Originally, he saw that the Eastern Legion finally hardened and dispatched the combat troops to Falcon City in the east of the Great Desert, but he thought that things had finally taken a turn for the better, but he waited for a long time and didn't see any further movements from these guys.

Those troops were like decorations, and the whole of the Southern Army was happy in vain.

However, thinking that he was begging for someone after all, Tyr still suppressed the anger in his heart and just questioned in strong words.

"Is this the time to do this?"

Saren looked at him with a smile and an interested look in his eyes, like he was looking at a funny clown.

In the past, he still needed to pretend to maintain the decency between the two parties.

But now, the two sides are no longer at the same level.

He was about to say a few words to taunt this guy, but he didn't expect the Tyr Legion Commander to speak before him.

"Listen...... Our legions are facing an unprecedented threat, Triumph City is in the hands of aliens, and our brothers and sisters are mired in war, and if we continue to dislike it at this time, no one will be able to save us-"

"It's just that there's one more alien archon, look at what scares you, what's the big deal?"

Saren interrupted him with a sneer, and continued slowly.

"As for the quagmire, could it be that I pushed you in?"

Tyr's eyes widened.

"You!"

"That's enough, Tyr, I know what's going on in your mind, but I'm not going to fool you."

Saren had a disappointed look on his face, having lost interest in him.

"I won't talk about the friends of the New World, I'll ask you, take 10,000 steps back, I will move forward, take Triumph City, and restore your so-called orthodoxy, will you recognize me as the marshal of the legion?"

Tyr was speechless for a moment, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Saren raising his hand.

"You don't have to answer me, you know very well what the answer is, not even you, but also your friends in the New World and your friends in the North...... There was only one marshal, and that was Julius, and now that he was dead, there would be no more. ”

After a pause, he added another sentence in a cold and emotionless tone.

"Legion, it's history."

Pull him into the water?

Don't even think about it!

At the same time as he left the sentence, he walked to the side of the cabinet and turned off the silver-white disc.

The pale blue holographic beam quickly shrank into a line and then vanished from the empty room.

Throwing the thing back into the messenger's hand, seeing that the latter had not moved for a long time, Salen scolded impatiently.

"What are you waiting for here? Wait for me to invite you to dinner, where did you come from, and where do you go back? ”

"Yes......"

The messenger bowed his head reluctantly, but eventually turned away.

Seeing the back of the messenger leaving, the corners of Salen's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a hint of mockery, but it didn't take long for him to frown again.

Something isn't quite right.

This guy doesn't quite look like the Tyr he knew......

At least in his memory, Tyr wasn't the kind of guy who would bow his head and beg for help.

Don't even bow your head and beg for help.

The taciturn guy had the patience to reason with him, and it sounded like the sun was coming out in the west.

But Saren didn't take it too seriously, after all, people always change, maybe that guy was really forced to be in a hurry?

Gently moving his aching shoulders, he strotted back to the castle's main hall.

The captains who came forward one after another had completed the ceremony.

I saw bright candles flickering under the giant statue more than ten meters high.

The funeral has entered the second half.

When the candle was extinguished, they had sent away the soul of Lord Julius once and for all.

In the end, Saren still didn't squeeze out a few fake tears as Chu Guang guessed.

Still, he put away the smile on his face and walked with a look of pity to the statue with a flickering candle flame.

It's the last moment.

"Infinitely glorious Lord Julius, thank you for giving your people endless bread, milk, and land, and we will remember your teachings and continue with the loyalty and bravery you have taught us......

"As the first emperor and prime minister of the Eastern Empire, I will shoulder the mission entrusted to me by history."

"May your heroic soul be eternally peaceful in the Glory Courtyard—"

"Your children will always remember you."

……

It was not only the Eastern Legion – or the newly formed Eastern Empire – that declared independence.

At the same time that Triumph announced that the funeral of His Majesty Marshal Julius would be held three days later, the Northern Legion and the Western Legion also declared their independence.

The former founded the Northern Empire and supported Captain Walter as Emperor, while the latter founded the Commonwealth of the New World, with the Citizens' Assembly and the Tribune appointing Captain Pompey as Prime Minister and "First Citizen".

By this point, the legion had existed in name only, and more than 30 million square kilometers of land had been torn into several pieces, and among the unspeakable group of commanders, there were not even a few people who missed it.

After all, their allegiance has always been to Marshal Julius alone.

Even Marshal Julius was relieved in his last words, and naturally they had no reason to continue to persevere.

What's more, after so many things have happened, they have long had enough of this awkwardness of appearance.

Although there has been no further action in Triumph City, judging from the initial intentions reached by the Archons and the various factions, it seems that it is only a matter of time before the "Wiellant Alliance" is officially formed.

In the end, the only thing that didn't move seemed to be the Southern Corps.

Apart from the denunciation of the "traitors to Triumph City", the authorities of the Southern Army did nothing more.

Obviously, they who were preoccupied with the gambling table in Borneo Province did not expect things to develop like this, let alone that the other three legions would be so decisive and thorough.

Now, they are the only ones left on this racing train......

At the same time, on the west side of the mighty Borneo Sea, a series of pitch-black landing ships are sailing towards the west side of the Borneo Sea under the escort of the South China Sea Alliance fleet!

The troops crammed with landing ships were none other than the 100th Mountain Division of the enterprise.

Those who had previously participated in the Battle of the Torch were among the few fighting elites of the company.

Now that the nuclear bomb launched by the Southern Legion has completely touched the scales of the ideal city, even the directors of the Endpoint Group, who sit on the far left of the council, will no longer talk about the importance of peace.

They will use the most radical method to bring the baring beasts to their knees!

Inside the rocking cabin.

Tang Feng, who was sitting on the seat, was debugging the exoskeleton armor on his body, trying to establish a connection with the three individual drones in the backpack behind him, and testing the normal operation of the data port.

Since the battle with the Torch Church, the Council has further upgraded their equipment.

Now they are not just armed to the teeth, but have become complete war machines!

It's no exaggeration to say that in the past, they still needed to set up their guns and aim at them, but now they can kill their opponents with just one thought!

Of course, this is only theoretical, and anything can happen on the battlefield.

Sitting next to Tang Feng, a soldier chewing gum couldn't help but grin.

"I didn't expect that one day we would play against friends who used to fight side by side."

Tang Feng didn't speak, but the machine gunner in the team interjected and said.

"There is still a little difference between the Southern Legion and the Eastern Legion, right?"

Another young man sitting across from the crowd spoke.

"Like the Alliance and the South China Sea Alliance?"

The soldier on the side said with a smile.

"Haha...... It doesn't seem like the difference is huge. ”

Everyone chatted with each other, dispelling the oppressive atmosphere of the cabin.

At this time, an officer stepped into the cabin and inserted the conversation of the group of lads.

"It's because we've fought side by side that when our friends fall into the swamp, we have to reach out and pull them out of the muddy pit."

One soldier smiled and raised his hand.

"You're right, sir, but I just want to ask, why can't you let them get out of here?"

"Because if we wait any longer, we'll be covered in mud, and remember to report it next time you interject, or I'll let you swim through here."

The officer glared fiercely at the talkative fellow, then looked at the boys in the cabin, and continued to shout in a loud voice.

"Alright boys, let's stop the chatter, the Alliance's Jungle Corps and the First Division of the Willant Expeditionary Force have broken down the defenses of the port area of Eternal Night Harbor and taken the landing dock for us!"

"They used the strength of one division to withstand the counterattack of five divisions for us, these guys are a group of ruthless people, but now it's time to change to a real ruthless role!"

"You have only one mission! Turn on your battlefield guidance system as soon as you land, and follow the offensive route with our self-propelled armor! Push forward! Push forward again——! ”

"Until those demons are sent back to hell!"

(End of chapter)