Edge of the Apocalypse

It was the same morning, when the first ray of dawn fell on the Royal Palace of Dawn Fort in Oliska, the Imperial Capital, the palace was already filled with people. Everyone who could enter this hall was a big shot. Above that majestic throne was naturally the newly inherited new emperor, Julian. After experiencing all sorts of events, the former Second Prince's face had lost a bit of childishness, and he had gained a bit more determination, as well as his dignity as an upper echelon. However, his figure was still a little thin, completely unlike the previous Emperor Tangerio, who had seamlessly combined the majesty and domineering aura of a king. Obviously, the new emperor still needed more training.

On the left side of the throne stood an old man in armor. Holding a Red Plume Golden Furious Beast Helmet in his hand, his hair was white and his face was wrinkled like bark. However, no one in the hall dared to underestimate this old man, because he was the Marshal of the Empire, Roderick. Before the invasion of the Shadow Duchy, there was a conflict between the two princes. In these two battles, Roderick had spent a lot of effort and effort. He had aged a few years, most obviously his frosty hair was already shining white.

Opposite Roderick was Prime Minister Naboth, who was standing on the right of the throne. The old man, who once lost his post as prime minister after the upheavals in the capital, is back on the throne as prime minister. Nabott looked much better than Roderick. His face was rosy, full of energy, and his complexion was three points better than usual. Even he looked much younger. Indeed, as the powerful helper of the previous emperor and the teacher of the new emperor, they had experienced the most turbulent period together. Nabott was the person that Julian trusted the most in both the government and the public, so he was naturally the most famous person in the empire.

Below Marshal and the Prime Minister were the commanders of the various legions, as well as the important officials of the DPRK. For example, the leader of the dragon army, Woodrick, who had followed Julian for thousands of kilometers, was now very famous, only standing behind Roderick. As for the Bear Armor Army Commander Arkham, who had repeatedly pushed Julian's conscription out, there was no one who could see him at all. Everyone knew that even though Arkham was still in Mosaiore as his commander, Julian only mentioned the things that he had avoided that day. However, in the heart of this new emperor, Arkham was already someone who was ready to be replaced at any moment. However, he had great prestige in the Bear Armor Army and could not easily touch him. But sooner or later, he would be kicked out of the Bear Armored Army.

The atmosphere under the hall was oppressive, and the officials couldn't help but breathe less. Julian scanned the crowd below and said in a slightly low voice, "I'm sure you all know that last night, several port cities along the coast of our country were ambushed. Seven cities have fallen overnight. Only three or four cities, including Ark Harbor, are still struggling to hold on. As for the specific situation, Roderick Marshal will supplement it."

Roderick coughed softly and took a step forward. "According to the information we have, it seems that the enemy from the east invaded our country this time. Many people should be familiar with the name Coiling Dragon Empire. Yes, it is the overlord on the land to the east of the ocean. The history of the Coiling Dragon Empire is even longer than ours. It is a powerful and well-established country. Whether it was the army or the number of experts, there were only a lot more than our country. I believe that the ones attacking the cities are only their vanguards. Their main force should still be at sea. It's worth mentioning that before they invaded, our naval fleet didn't even have any information to report back. After the invasion, I lost contact with the navy. From the looks of it, our naval fleet has probably been completely annihilated! "

Hearing this news from Roderick, everyone's expression changed except for a few people. Although the Empire Navy was not that powerful, it still had tens of thousands of people. There were at least ten thousand navy officers stationed in the islands of Santa Trina all year round, so many of them hadn't even sent back a single piece of news. As long as he had a bit of brains, he could roughly estimate how many people the enemy's main force would be.

"The port city is not only a hub for north-south traffic, but also an important gateway to the interior. Seven harbor cities have fallen into enemy hands. If nothing unexpected happens, the enemy will use these cities as springboards and begin to spread inland into our country. At this time, if he couldn't stop it in time, and recapture the occupied city. "Then it won't be long before we can see the banners depicting the Soaring Dragon pattern in Oliska."

"We have a lot of business with the Coiling Dragon Empire. Marshal Roderick, see if there is any possibility of negotiation." A minister asked.

Roderick said expressionlessly, "Of course there is a possibility of negotiation, but that is only after we have shown that we are evenly matched. Given the disproportionate loss and gain, the enemy will sit at the negotiating table. Now that the other party is aggressive, I do not think there is a possibility of negotiation any time soon."

"Lions don't negotiate with rabbits, let alone a dragon from the east. If we can't even talk about lions, do you think the dragon will negotiate with us?" "So the top priority is to get rid of those unrealistic ideas," Nabott said. "What we need to do next is to strike head-on. We have to tell the invaders that we are not rabbits, but tigers, lions, and even dragons on par with them!"

Roderick glanced at his perennial opponent and said, "It is rare for me to agree with the Prime Minister this time. The Prime Minister must be right. We must not only fight, we must be tough enough. Only then will the enemy consider sitting down and talking, not fighting. Of course, the final decision will depend on His Majesty."

At this moment, everyone turned their gazes to the young emperor on the throne.

Julian stood up and said, "After so many disasters, as the head of a country, I should have given the people a peaceful time to recover." But now that the enemies from the east had ignited the flames of war, if they retreated at this moment, it would probably bring even greater calamity to the people. So here, I agree with the Marshal and the Prime Minister. I hereby declare that our Bailey Empire will fight back with all its might. Don't forget that our ancestors built this empire in suffering and fire. Don't forget, our blood is flowing with longing for freedom. My blood is still hot when I die! "

After a moment of silence, everyone roared, "My blood is still hot!"

These words were shouted by the previous emperor in the face of desperate circumstances. For many years, they had inspired the soldiers of the empire to move forward with determination in order to create a new state under the threat of Shadow Duchy. Now that Julian had used it to inspire everyone, everyone's bloodlines immediately sprung up, and their red eyes wished they could rush to the battlefield immediately.

Of course, this was impossible.

The next step was for Roderick to announce the details of the counterattack plan, including the decision to transfer the bear armor corps stationed in Mosaiore to the nearby city of Tiger Shark Harbor. Tiger Shark Harbor had fallen, and there were quite a few enemies there. They really needed an elite division like the Bear Armor Army to fight. Moreover, in the previous battle between the princes, the Bear Armored Army could be said to have suffered no injuries at all. Therefore, no matter from what angle, there was nothing wrong with sending the Bear Armored Army to Tiger Shark Harbor. However, everyone in the hall could vaguely feel that it was a sign that Julian was going to use Arkham's saber.

The entire counterattack plan would be carried out at the same time. There were hundreds of thousands of troops that needed to be mobilized, and the scope of the battle covered the entire coastline of the empire.

War like this rarely occurred in the history of the North and South at the same time, but in the past year or two, the Bailey Empire had a third such large-scale war. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, it was an indisputable fact that the empire's vitality had been greatly damaged. However, the crisis was right in front of him, so the empire could not help but fight this battle.

Just as the empire was mobilizing north and south, a group of people were walking in a forest leading to the Bauhinia Ridge. This troop was none other than Father Miro and the others who had evacuated from Ark Harbor last night. They had been running all night. At this moment, even the energetic Crusader Knights were faintly exhausted. Therefore, the troop did not move fast and stopped to rest when they found an open woodland.

Milo and Vera got out of the carriage as well. The priest stretched and murmured, "It's been a long time since the war ended. It's started again. It's not going to let anyone live a good life."

A knight brought water and bread and smiled, "Don't complain, Father. I think this must be a test from God. I'm sure everyone will survive."

Miro smacked her lips at the knight who believed firmly, and finally swallowed the words that struck her back into her stomach. He took the food, walked to an old tree, and sat down on the thick roots to eat bread.

Vera floated over like a black cloud and sat beside the priest. Miro took a sip of water and swallowed the bread. "I said, can you see the result of this war?" He asked.

Vera tore off a small piece of bread with her hand and threw it into her mouth. She whispered, "I often can't see clearly the future of too many people. Even if I can see it, I'm afraid it's just one of many possibilities. We're all just humans. Don't think that you're really a god after being a godstick for too long."

One of the prodigies choked on his saliva and said with a grim expression, "I wish everyone could live a good life."

Just as Vera was about to say something, the girl's eyes suddenly became empty. Miro immediately jumped up. "What's wrong? What do you see?"

"Someone is coming towards us. There are quite a few people. I saw armor that I have never seen before. Well, this is the symbol of a dragon." Vera's eyes brightened again. "It's an enemy from the East!"

Hearing Vera's words, one of the cavalry captains in charge of the team immediately shouted, "Draw your sword, be on guard!"

At the end of his words, the sound of arrows piercing through the air rang out in the forest. An infantry crusader was holding bread in his hand, and an arrow was nailed to his neck. While the tail was still shaking, the bread in the soldier's hand fell to the ground, and the blood dripping from his body was dyed red.

Then, warriors dressed in dark red armor and half masked jumped out of the tree crown and behind the rocks. Or draw the bow to shoot, or raise the sword to meet. Whether it was archers or swordsmen, the soft armor on their chests had the pattern of a Soaring Dragon!