The Kingdom of Poliva, a country located in the southern part of the Empire of Lyte, has a large population, rich in natural resources, and is famous for its oil resources, but the poverty of this country is also among the best in the world.

The distance of 194 nautical miles is not close, but it is definitely not far.

After the advent of modern steamships, it was a distance of 'looking across the sea'.

Many people use this phrase to evaluate this country colonized by the Rite Empire - it is a blessed land given by the gods, but it is a pity that it is too close to Lat.

Just east of Laguardin, the largest port north of Poliva, was the barracks of the Rite Empire's colonial army.

The empire was stationed on this land with 30,000 well-trained soldiers. Next to the colonial camp, there is an integrated Order of Reincarnation Knights.

The Church of Light and Night is definitely the number one church in the Empire.

In the colonies, the teachings of the twin goddesses were not so well enforced. To a large extent, that doctrine of evil was in conflict with the way in which the empire exploited the colonial peoples.

The Empire prefers Samsara religion, which advocates that 'this life is too suffering, and only by serving the god of reincarnation can we get rid of suffering'. This doctrine made the colonial people give up resistance and pursue a happy life in the ethereal kingdom of God, which was more convenient for the rule of the empire.

It was a silent morning, and the sky was just bright.

The so-called silence is only the last calm before a man-made storm comes.

A blood-colored aura, then a second, and a succession of red lights flashed one after another in the forest opposite the barracks of the Knights of Samsara.

Then the explosion continued to sound, as if it were about to peel off a layer of skin on the earth, and all the reincarnation knights and their servants who woke up from their dreams felt the whole earth tremble.

Those who were awakened by the loud bang, when they rushed out of their barracks with only the most basic swords and pistols in their panic, found that the landscape of the barracks had changed forever.

The thick iron barracks gate, the size of half a basketball court, was thrown to a distance of more than 20 meters like a crumpled ball of paper, and the iron branches the thickness of a baby's arm and the iron sheet covering it were twisted into shapes in the huge explosion.

One of the two three-story watchtowers at the entrance of the camp was uprooted, and the other was directly broken at the waist.

Even more tragic were the sentinels who were guarded at the gate of the camp, a whole 12-person standard squad of Sequence 9 Extraordinary, who were now mutilated corpses. Stumps, blood, and dirt were mixed together, and the pulsating scarlet entrails hung from the wreckage of the barracks gates, and on the walls of the barracks, everywhere.

This horrific scene is easily reminiscent of hell.

This scene was so shocking that several knights couldn't help but retch.

Before they could endure this disgusting feeling, an even more terrifying existence appeared at the original camp gate.

It was a mysterious knight dressed in a full suit of bright red armor and riding a fiery red warhorse.

The scarlet horse was so miraculous that the horse's shoulder height alone was two meters, and the horse's head was more than 2.60 meters above the ground.

Not to mention the burly mysterious knight on horseback, he must be a giant man more than two meters tall.

The blood-colored aura that permeated his body actually dyed all the scarlets within a radius of 100 meters. Although he was followed by several walking knights who were also wearing scarlet armor, his presence drew all eyes firmly.

He obviously didn't laugh, but the excitement in that deep and rough voice was clearly felt by every reincarnation knight.

"Gentlemen! I love [war]! So, let's fight—"

In the early morning of this day, a reorganized knight group of the Reincarnation Sect was destroyed, with more than 1,000 official knights and more than 3,000 followers, none of whom survived.

The adjacent Lyte barracks were besieged by more than 200,000 Bolivan rebels, and after 36 hours of fierce fighting, the barracks were breached.

All the Lyte captives who had surrendered, along with the captured Governor of the Lyte Empire in Boliva, were escorted to the central square of the port of Laguardin, where they were beheaded in row by row in front of hundreds of thousands of Boliva soldiers and civilians.

Every time the executioner's machete fell, it was greeted with the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis.

On the 12th of October, the Lats filled the port with their blood and atoned for their sins.

On a hill outside the port, a general in silver heavy armor, armed with a bloodstained sword, stared at the eastern part of the port, which was once the most prosperous part of the port and the settlement of the noble Laites, but now it was filled with fire and carnage.

An old man in a cloak walked over and said in an old voice.

"Why? You should know the consequences. The day after tomorrow at the latest, the fleet of the Rite Empire will come outside the port and shell this bustling port. In less than half a month, the iron hooves of the imperial army will be treading every corner of the country. The people who are involved in this matter today, if one counts as one, will die. ”

The Silver Helmet General smiled bitterly: "Teacher, do you think I don't know? A radical call to arms that twists our convictions into a ball. But the price is imminent destruction and hatred......"

"Then why are you doing this? With your abilities, you should have served a monarch, but you have dedicated your allegiance to a Knight of the Apocalypse!? The teacher's voice suddenly shrivelled.

"Loyalty? No, I am not following the sovereign, but a rebellion, the courage to overthrow the tyranny of the Empire. ”

"Rosalyn! How many times have I told you, wait! Be patient! Obviously it is less than three years away from the thousand-year tide, and the entire divine realm will be reshuffled soon, why can't you wait......"

"Poliva can't wait three years!" The Silver Helmet General took off her head, revealing a young, beautiful face.

"How?"

The black ear-length hair fluttered in the wind, and Rosalyn's heroic face was already covered with tears: "Teacher, you don't know, not long ago, the Famine Knight attacked a cruise ship and killed most of the people. Including the imperial princess Marian, more than 300 people survived, but a total of more than a dozen nobles were affected. They were all from Duke Alola's faction. Guess what happened? ”

When the old man heard this, his face suddenly changed greatly: "Duke Alola is a well-known moderate in the empire. He advocated kindness to the people of the colonies. Once too many nobles in his faction are affected by the demons, it will inevitably lead to internal turmoil within the family. I heard that the empire is beginning to prepare for the millennial war. Without him to suppress the radicals, it would have been ......"

"That's right! Three days ago we received an official letter stating that this year the tax paid in Poliva will be doubled! Not 10%, not 20%, but 100%! My father and dozens of other members of parliament were hanging their heads at the gates of the capital because they protested against this. ”

The old man was obviously anxious: "Then you can't just raise the flag of rebellion!" Hurry up! Immediately go into exile with your cronies, and if you go any further, you and your followers will be greeted only by destruction. ”

The female general Rosalyn shook her head: "To live to see this country ravaged by tyrants, the dignity of the people wantonly trampled to the scum, and only completely tame slaves remain, this is more terrible than the destruction of my individual." ”

"Nope! Even if you want to resist, you shouldn't use the power of the Apocalypse Knight! ”

"We don't have a choice! There is an alliance between the Orthodox Churches. ”

"You know what? No one wants to admit that the light of hope they wanted to hold on to when they fell was often the lightning of divine punishment. ”

Rosalyn's voice was high-pitched: "Are all the Bolivas willing to degenerate into slavery!?" We are the descendants of the once glorious Boliva Empire! ”

The old man was embarrassed, and held back for a while before sighing: "Those who have already gone down the mountain can also choose not to look back at the top of the mountain." Because there is already an abyss in the rear that people can't go back to! ”

"The abyss? Teacher, you want to say that it is an impassable chasm left by the gods in the mortal world with their extraordinary power. The corners of Rosaline's mouth showed a look of madness: "The gods can fall, and the abyss can be filled." We can fill the abyss of the gods with our flesh, water the ruins of the empire with blood, and leave a vast field for future generations. ”

"Alas—" The old man wanted to persuade him, but when he met his disciple's resolute and selfless eyes, he found that no matter how big the truth was, it was superfluous.

Without saying another word, the old man tightened his cloak and walked down the hill under the watchful eyes of the Boliva knights.

Rosaline put on her full-face helmet again, and in the gap between the helmets, the following words floated out:

"Only when all the ashes of the decaying old days are blown away, can new food grow on the fields to feed the next generation of mortals born in the new order. Even if it's not a Boliva, it can't be a Lyte......"

The news of the uprising of the Boliva Kingdom shook the entire Rite Empire.

After a full day of debate in the Imperial Senate, the Imperial Councillors voted almost unanimously in favor of sending troops to punish the Kingdom of Boliva.

On the 14th, the first batch of the First Fleet of the Litz Navy arrived off the coast of the port of Laguardin and began an indiscriminate shelling of the entire port city.

The whole empire began to mobilize for war.

On the 15th, the Caribbean, which had just docked at Nancy Port, was wandering around the east coast of the empire, welcoming a special group of visitors.

"Hello, Mr. Destini. I'm Commodore Hanny Thomas of the Imperial Navy. Yesterday the Imperial Senate passed the Law of War against the Kingdom of Poliva, which was signed by Emperor Nicholas III and came into effect immediately. Our military has noticed that the Caribbean number owned by Your Excellency is not registered with any of the churches. According to imperial law, in time of war, our army has the right to requisition all civilian ships for war purposes......"

Mark didn't even open his mouth before the dice of fate projected fragments of the future into his mind.

Mark narrowed his eyes and spat out a cold word from the tiger's lips: "Get out!" ”