Abnormal protrusions.

Almost at the same moment, all sorts of calamities erupted in all parts of the Solomon Empire, and in the southeast, the sea charged the land, and the creatures born by the sea rode the wind and waves, singing the song of destruction; To the southwest, giants of metal and gears appeared on the horizon, smashing away swords and shields, ricocheting arrows and spears, golden sun flames gushing out of its visors, and its flesh and earth reduced to charcoal; In the north, the giants took advantage of the silver light of the snow and clear sunlight to hide their bodies and launch a surprise attack, and the witch reached a tacit agreement with them to poison the mind with lust and eat the flesh with the plague......

Fear spreads, subjects are confused, anchors are shaken, and the Black Emperor perched on the throne feels all this, if a land obeys his laws, if its subjects praise his name, this land is an extension of his hands and feet, and he feels its vitality and vigor, and he feels its struggles and groans.

Strictly speaking, every god who protects one side will feel the same way, but as a Black Emperor who is closely connected with concepts such as "country" and "territory", he feels it more deeply.

At the same time, he felt several powerful auras rapidly approaching.

"Here they are."

"They will always come."

The shadow rises from behind the Emperor's throne adorned with swords, spears and halberds, dyeing the scarlet carpet black, and the true Creator rises from the shadows, his scarlet eyes looking at the painted dome where the gods put on a black crown for the Emperor and become the ruler of the new era in the presence of the angels.

The god in the painting was originally a cyclops hanging upside down on a cross, but with the change of image of the real creator, all the murals, illustrations, and sculptures related to him have been adjusted accordingly, and this "divine gift of kingship" is no exception - the middle-aged man who crowned the emperor became a middle-aged man with white skin and black hair and a shadow, which was much less terrifying and more vicissitudes than the upside-down hangman.

"The moment you put the crown on me, I knew that someone was trying to push me off this Iron Throne."

Solomon also looked up at the mural, and the moment the words fell, cracks spread across the dome, and dazzling and blazing white light pierced through the falling earth and stones, turning into flawless spears!

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Earth and sea, scarlet and blue, were tearing at each other, the sky was stained an ominous leaden gray, and a thunderstorm was brewing.

"I, William Augustus, Marquis of Beckland, in the name of His Majesty the Emperor, forbid thunderclouds to gather over Beckland!"

William Augustus, who had arrived at the scene, spoke solemnly, and at the same time pointed a brass scepter to the sky, an invisible shock emanating from the head of the staff carved with the human figure, making his prohibition even more restrictive, and the dense clouds were torn open by a pair of large invisible hands, and the sunlight came through from behind, diluting the sense of panic that weighed on people's hearts.

After doing this, he turned to this colleague who was not very familiar with him, but who was really helpful, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your help......

….

The second half of his sentence fell short, and in the blink of an eye, Thoth was gone, and if it weren't for the scarlet line of defense formed by the strange soil, he would almost have wondered if the king of angels had ever come.

Extraordinaries belonging to the House of Augustus arrived one after another, imposing bans, forming formations, and transferring civilians...... A direct descendant of Augustus commanded it all, and he looked at the ancestor as he looked puzzled.

"The Hidden Sage is gone." The descendant pinched his right eye socket.

「……」

The corners of William Augustus's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, Although I have the holy relics given by His Majesty the Emperor in my hands, as a colleague, have you walked too quickly?

"He said he had more important things to do." The descendant held a red gelatinous object, "This item can stop the spread of the sea, remember to return it to Him when you run out."

Well, this isn't the Hidden Sage's precinct after all, and it's good that he's willing to help. Augustus accepted this

It is said that He was about to take the "rest" when he noticed a flash of light in the right eye of his descendant—as if there was a lens there, and this costume often appears in every Jacob and Zoroaster's bedtime story, which can definitely stop a child from crying at night.

"You, you're ......"

The descendant smiled at him, and then his eyes revealed a bit of confusion like waking up from a dream.

"Ancestor? Why are you looking at me like that? Did something just happen?"

The Marquis Augustus did not answer, but cast his gaze on the sea that had been forcibly stopped—a tall, burly figure emerging from the waves, rising into the air under the storm, its rough blue hair dancing without wind like the tentacles of an octopus, and the whole man did not look angry and arrogant—this was not the tyrant himself, but the angel under his seat.

According to the plan, after the Eternal Sun melts some of the polar ice caps with incandescent light, raising the sea level by a few centimeters, the gods he worships, the Lord of Heaven, the Emperor of the Sea, and the Lord of the Storm, will be able to take advantage of this momentum to storm the land, turning Backerland into the home of sailors, the paradise of the Kraken, and their stronghold for plundering territory...... But who knows, that purple-robed wizard actually used evil magic to disrupt their plans!

Thunder, Wind Blade, Magma...... The sailors tried to attack this strange red clay by all means, but to no avail, the storm sky used the bolt of lightning to briefly puncture a hole, but the "rest" squirmed again in a few moments - the flesh magic from the true creator gave it biological properties and powerful self-healing powers.

"His Majesty!" A "Sea King" rode a whale to him, his expression serious and anxious, "The sea can no longer advance, and the people of the sea cannot continue to march!"

At the level of "Aquaman", the extraordinary ones of the Storm Path can command sea creatures, merfolk with charming songs, snake-haired Naga, and mountain-like Obnis...... At the tyrant's command, the sea creatures briefly defied their instincts and headed for land, but if the land did not turn into part of the ocean as planned, they would gradually return to their instincts, and the originally powerful army would collapse on its own!

….

"The Lord's directive is to take this city and use it as a base to take back the lands that belong to us one by one." The Storm Pope said in a deep voice, "This directive hasn't changed, is it just because the process has been a little rough that our resolve is about to be shaken?!"

The wind blew His dark blue robes up, and His dark blue hair rolled like waves.

"Fellow citizens!" He cried out like thunder, "Even if the sea is in the way, the storm will bless us!" Let us be lifted by the wind to the land, to the land that is rightfully ours!"

Augustus also saw the intention of the sailors to force their landing, and a group of well-trained punishment knights rushed out to punish them for their aggression in the name of the emperor!

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After centuries of silence, the imperial capital at the source of the Hornachis Mountains has truly "awakened".

In the eyes of the people on earth, the sky darkened a few hues unconsciously, and the shadow of order flowed through every wide or narrow street, on every magnificent or shabby roof, and even climbed up the Tower of Babel, which was about to touch the sky, and since then, every street has become the emperor's veins, every roof has become the emperor's body, and the towering Tower of Babel has become the emperor's sword—pointing directly at the enemies of the empire, at the dazzling sun, at the thunderclouds brewing storms, The eyes that only tried to find the flaws.

Even though every brick and brick of the city was a dead thing, Thoth could feel its breath, its heartbeat, and it was inseparable from Solomon—a life so vibrant that he saw it as he traveled through the spiritual realm, intending to rush back to the north.

The canopy of heaven was unpredictable, one moment it was pure white that almost blinded people's eyes, one moment it was as thick as blood, the next it was cut by silver snake-like lightning, and the next it was occupied by a solemn black—

The real war has begun.

./hariot