The storm continued to rush from the north, mixed with unusual heat and metallic iron.

The gloomy sky was set against the black clouds. Isrell Delmond stood on the giant lookout in the center of the East Balt Plateau, watching the humid and hot moisture extend along the iron-gray horizon - heavy rains fell, the docked stream turned into a surging river, and the lake dried up due to a winter was filled again, and the accumulated water continued to expand on the black and green earth, and the withered trees sprouted new buds.

Spring is here, but this spring is different from the past. The warm wind from south to north was reversed by the power of a legend a few days ago. The fierce wind from the Northern Ural Plain mixed with wet and cold spring rain, and returned to the Helgamos Plain in the center of the empire against the law of thousands of years. It has not even stopped, and has even arrived at the Band Mountains on the border between the Western Mountains and the empire.

The emperor of the Empire watched the rain fall on his head, and the pouring rain hit the roof of the watchtower and also hit the gradually expanding magic energy base. The surface buildings of the Void Battleship Production Base named "Apocalypse" have become more and more. They are burning tons of magic crystals all the time, emitting colorful smoke. The raindrops knocked the smoke to the ground, forming puddles of various colors.

The magical light flowed on the ground, like a rainbow. Isrell stared at the earth and his empire. His eyes could sweep across the territory of the entire empire. From the southern fortress Black Forest to the vast sea of ​​the Arctic Iceland, as long as Isrell was willing, he could see everything clearly. Whether it was the druids who were escaping from the forest or the villagers living in seclusion in the mountains, he knew everything clearly.

There is only one thing that he can't see clearly. People's hearts.

Under such heavy rain, most of the hard-working young citizens will not go out. Only those who have to work outside for special reasons and businessmen who transport supplies will grit their teeth and move forward in the rain. But in addition, there is another kind of person who especially likes such weather... No, they like any kind of weather, as long as it is not a safe and sunny day.

Isrell could see that in the mountains on the south side of the Helgamos Plain, a caravan carrying purified Kaman white grass powder was rushing in the rain. Four guards were wearing leather armor and riding horses to guard the rain. The dragon chariot protected in the center ignored the wind and rain, striding across the rugged mountain road and running towards the city not far away - but when they could see the lights in the city from afar, accompanied by the sound of scattered sounds from the forests on both sides of the road, dozens of people wearing scattered and broken weapons jumped out in the whistle. They laughed and charged towards the carriage, with madness lurking in their numb eyes.

If there is prey worth a try in front of you, the bandits never care about the weather.

After decades ascending to the throne, Isrell originally felt that he had a deep understanding of the crimes in his empire. Whether it was blackmailing the elderly, gangs who exploited gold, or oppressed civilians, or the nobles who seized virgins, he had seen a lot. Even in the army, there were evil people who reported deaths and drank blood from the soldiers. This was not the first time that His Majesty the Emperor had executed them. However, this series of actions seemed meaningless. Brushing away a layer of haze on the surface of the empire, you could see more darkness surging deep in the depths - selfish desires, customs, unspoken rules, bloodlines, human favors, interests... The entire system seemed to be a breeding ground for nurturing sins. Even if one group was killed, there were a second group and a third group, which was endless.

Human society is not perfect, it just wanders between being able to continue and being able to pass. Ordinary kingdoms have been replaced every few hundred years, and legendary empires are inevitably declining occasionally. They are born with scars, so they naturally cannot grow any perfect flowers.

In those years when he could only gradually move towards death due to secret injuries, Isrell was depressed. He sat on his throne with a wry smile, looking down at his ministers and lords, and the war against the orcs was over. The emerging nobles who rose because of the war naturally did not want to lose their power. They bribed the ministers and even princes, and used various means to launch a war against the West Mountain or the Eastern Plains.

——Let them go. His Majesty the Emperor thought so at the beginning. He had no time to revise the empire step by step, and he was too lazy to care about where the empire would go in the future. Anyway, he had eliminated the orcs and sent this behemoth that had fought with the empire for four hundred years to hell. Isrell felt that he had done enough to bear the title of a great emperor. The entire Mycrov continent traced forward for hundreds of years without an emperor as great as him.

But now, Star Falls 837, March 10.

Isrell's eyes flashed with divine light, and a series of rune data reflected behind him. The light blue data stream surged like a waterfall, as if it was calculating and correcting - Isrell watched the bandits thousands of miles away rushing towards the panicked caravan, and then stretched out his right hand.

So, with the crazy surging rune data, his will turned into the light of heavenly punishment, causing the dazzling golden light to cross the space and become a hotter arrow than the scorching sun. Thousands of flame arrows pierced the clouds, and as the rain fell out of nowhere, all bandits turned into ashes in the moment when they could not convey the pain.

Looking at this scene, Isrell's mouth raised.

He found that he could actually do more.

"Hiss--" Not far away, violent time and space fluctuations were rippling, accompanied by the faint blue light that suddenly appeared behind him, two trembling huge auras came. At this moment, the entire "Apocalypse" production line paused for a moment, because all the magic power within a radius of hundreds of miles was frozen due to the arrival of both, and he was no longer obeying the user's orders.

But Isrell did not turn his head. He knew who the visitor was and what their purpose was. Isrell knew that one of the two people behind him was his most loyal and closest comrade-in-arms, and the other was also the most worthy friend.

"Teacher Nostradamus, Radcliffe."

Isrell stood at the top of the observation deck and watched everything in the distance: "My dream is about to come true."

"Didn't your dream lead everyone out of the world and towards the other side of the starry sea?"

Monotonous and emotional, as if it was like a sound of iron rubbing out from iron. This was the voice of Joshua van Radcliff, the inheritor of sages, the hero of heaven. His voice was as boring and lacking in mood as himself, with a fearful aura that could make ordinary people tremble and bow down. He only had a little emotion when fighting with his family, like a person, not the god of death that came from.

"Why, the Void Warship was built?" Joshua's voice sounded quite relaxed. He approached step by step and finally came behind Isreal. In response, His Majesty the Emperor sneered: "Who will lead to the other side? Are a group of liars, robbers, thieves, cowards and sadists? It is not my dream to lead a group of madmen out of the world."

"I can't do such a pure dream in one step, and I will only walk slowly to the goal I want, even if I spend my whole life."

At first, Isrell's voice was a little emotional, but the further he went, his voice became more and more firm, until the end, his voice was as calm as usual, but no one felt that the air around him was gradually heating and boiling, and an indescribable aura was spreading in the center of the emperor: "Everything should be thanked, Radcliffe, without you, there would be no empire, no apocalypse base, no information terminal and magic net - naturally, no such thing as now and me now."

"You once told me why I didn't start reforming immediately? Because I know that before the time comes, if one group of people is washed down, another group will stand up, and sin is like a reed. If you break it, you will grow higher in the next year. The strong will naturally oppress the weak, just as one class must oppress the other."

"So now, is the time?" The warrior's puzzled voice came.

"The time is here." Isrell nodded slowly.

"Let him see what we have done these days."

Nostradamus, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. He stood beside His Majesty the Emperor with a smile, and then took out a strange steel bar made of unknown metal from his arms. Joshua could see that it was half of a prism, and on the other side, Isrel also took out the same steel bar from his hand, and he took the other half from the old mage.

——This is an information terminal! But why is it so big?! Looking at this scene, the soldier suddenly reacted.

Just as Joshua realized, Isrell clasped his hands and combined the two into one. Suddenly, a light blue light shot out from the lower end of the prism. It was a data stream composed entirely of runes. Its information volume was so large that even Joshua could not analyze it in an instant.

Isrel's calm voice could be heard: "Jothia, look at it."

“The time for change has come.”

Suddenly, the observation tower located at the center of the Apocalypse Base began to vibrate, and the steel plate on the top of the platform began to rotate and protrude outward, forming a high platform. A deep channel appeared in the center of the platform, and a beam of blue light like the prism shot out from the bottom of the channel, blending with the light of the "key".

[Information terminal·number 00-00, highest administrator authority intervenes, and begins to implement the No. 1 plan.]

[Superior Manager - codename Isrell, energy fluctuations are determined, soul resonance is determined.]

【Plan to Begin – 】

[I hope you can shine on the world like the sun.]

The metal prism in Isrell's hand has liquefied under the impact of high-intensity energy, but this is not destruction. Instead, it seems to have returned to its original form. The silver metal containing a light blue light surging and changing in the emperor's hands, as unpredictable as the unpredictable human heart.

A huge roar came, everything was ready, and the towering observation deck changed like life. Under the operation of the magic array program that had been confirmed, the three legends watched the huge magic energy machinery begin to deform. Accompanied by the noise caused by the friction between steel and steel, and the slight sound of magic resonance, the lower half of the observation deck broke away from the huge steel base. It was suspended in the air under the support of huge magic power and continued to rise to the sky.

Joshua and Nostradamus stood at the top of the unchanging lookout. The two did not care about the rising platform. Their eyes were still on the man in the center of the platform. At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor spread his palms, and the liquid metal in his hand began to slowly float, and then quickly unfolded in the air, turning into a throne that seemed to be composed of light. Isrell stared at the throne slowly landing, embedded on the platform that had been reserved for it. The Emperor sat on his own throne.

Then, he issued his first command: "Display the full detection lens."

【Abide by the order, the highest manager.】

The emotionless voice answered him in pure information language, and the next moment, accompanied by invisible energy fluctuations swept across every part of the empire, and countless light curtains unfolded in front of Isrell's eyes.

Joshua, full of confusion, opened his eyes wide, and he stared at the light curtains with Nostradamus.

The Hergamos Plain is full of sight, from Lake Yongge to Thomas Canyon, from Tataros Plateau to the Great Eas Mountains, every area and city in the northwest of the empire are caught in sight. Even the villages and the dwarves underground are not missing. The warriors can even see the dwarves grazing moles digging a passage to the depths of the ground, which is only a short distance from another underground cavity.

In the southern fortress, the humid and hot air that was rolling back from the north has not yet arrived, but the gloomy black clouds have emerged in the north of the sky. The families of the military and civilians in the fortress are hurriedly reclaiming everything on the clothes on the hanger, so as not to wet the clothes that were finally washed by the dirty rain. In the southeast swamp, thick gray clouds are slowly moving, just like clouds and mountains, with lightning passing through them. The residents of the tribe are accustomed to this and continue their daily lives.

On the eastern coast of the empire, the golden afterglow of the sunset reflected on the sea surface of Shiwan Harbor, as moving as the purest real gold. The waves were stacked up, and you could already see the starlight gradually emerging on the sea level. On the islands in the distance, the light of the lighthouse was guiding merchant ships to avoid the reefs and heading smoothly to their respective directions.

Every corner of the entire empire, whether it is famous or unknown, whether it is anyone or no one, even the Hessen Jedi where only the monsters are raging, and even the crowded commercial city, there are numerous light curtains reflecting every change. The imperial capital, the Sanshan Holy City, and the silver-haired queen frowned. She felt a familiar sight, but she didn't know where it came from. In the castle of the ancient Fairy Island, there was nothing on the empty elemental pillar. The fairy who was originally stationed had already left this place and wandered around the empire with a young man.

The swordsman who accompanied his family to travel, the dragon girl wandering around in the mountains of the northern land, the mounts who were swimming in the sea while the warrior was no longer there, the first team that completed the task diligently, wandered around the city with the silver-haired girl, and bought artificial intelligence for miscellaneous books... The familiar and unfamiliar ones were all in these endless light curtains.

"I am not a wise man, nor a saint. Nostradamus and I know that opening up people's wisdom is the first step to transform society, but before this first step, I must crush all classes, which is almost impossible to accomplish, because there is a distinction between people, and oppressed and oppressed."

On the throne, Isrel gradually became indifferent, and a voice with a lot of echoes sounded. His tone was cold, and a strong murderous intent appeared in the words: "I thought about it for a long time, but I could only think of the only way."

"That's what I'm going to be the oppressor-the only one."

The divine light twitched in Isrell's eyes, and the emperor's originally deep pupils began to gradually turn into pure light. At this time, his eyes completely turned into two golden flames, burning everyone who looked at him like the sun. Isrell sat on the throne and stared at all the light curtains. He whispered: "Thank you, Radcliffqing, you brought the magic net and the Void Battleship production line. We joined forces to create the last step of this plan - a surveillance network covering the entire empire."

At this moment, Joshua also understood. He raised his head and looked at the void. A silver light flashed in his pupils. He saw countless rune light chains rising from all over the empire, and then headed to a certain place in the void. The Void Warship One, which the empire had just completed recently. Isrell named it and the entire production base "Apocalypse". There is an extremely huge core terminal on the apocalypse, which accepts the detection array signals scattered throughout the empire, and then reaches before Isrell's throne.

The warrior at that time didn't know why he wanted to give this name, but now, he understands it.

"No wonder the server always crashes from time to time... There are several legendary strong men who reinforce and repair day and night, but it turns out that you are experimenting."

Joshua murmured to himself, and he turned his head and looked at Isreel: "Norstradamus must be your accomplice, and Barnier and William know too?"

"After all, I invested in building the information terminal. They just followed professional ethics and didn't ask what I was doing."

Isrell nodded slightly to Joshua to show his concealment of apology, but then he pointed his hand at the light curtain and said softly, "Look, Radcliff."

“These ubiquitous sins.”

Following Isrel's words, Joshua looked at the light curtain, and at this moment, the top light curtain lenses changed together and turned into countless images different from before. When the warrior saw them, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and an irresistible anger arose from his heart.

He saw the sin hidden under the entire empire, covered by the appearance of prosperity.

It was the bandits who ran rampant in the wilderness, plundering caravans and lonely travelers. The missing people on the list were born because of them. Countless old men lost their children, countless children lost their fathers, and one caravan after another went bankrupt because of them, and hundreds of people were destroyed because of their families.

They were adventurers hidden under a harmonious smile and attacked by companions in the old forest squadron in the wilderness. They pretended to be kind, and took newcomers who were not experienced and hopeful about the future to go to the wilderness where there was nowhere to be visited, and then killed them one by one in their sleep. They harvested the dreams of others, filled their own wallets, and the blood in their hands could not make them feel guilty at all, but could only make them sneer with disdain.

In addition, there are also nobles who are hidden in secret rooms and think no one knows. They have tried all the excitement and tasted all the delicacies. After hunting wild animals and monsters can no longer satisfy these people, they turn their eyes to their own tribes. So, every month, every week, or even every day, a certain slum area will be missing, and one or two young girls, and a group of people will be kidnapped by masked knights in a mountain village. Their ending is to turn into a "novel" material in the bloody basement of the castle, satisfying the tyrannical desires that these people cannot describe in words.

"The gangs who sell humans, the merchants who train female slaves, the nobles who persecut civilians for enjoyment, and the wizards who decipher human interests... They think they are hidden and have protective umbrellas, so they can do whatever they want."

In the name of usury, the villain who was dragging the girl out of the house was ridiculing the stupidity of this family; the slave merchant who used magic potions to destroy the minds of the slaves and reshape their personality were full of excitement; the peasants who whipped the territory, the nobles who liked to hear the sound of bones shattered, were shouting happily, and increased the strength in their hands; and on the experimental bench, the magician who did not use any paralysis potions, but simply wanted to see others' extreme horror, showed an inhuman smile.

Isrell's cold voice echoed in the observation deck, and His Majesty the Emperor, who was sitting on the throne, sneered: "But now, it's all in my eyes - the law of the empire - I will judge them."

He stretched out his right hand and held it in the air. Suddenly, with the sudden increase in energy fluctuations, every place of sin-derived origin that emerged in the light curtain ushered in his own heavenly punishment - the hot flame arrow fell from the sky, accurately killing all the bandits and all the evildoers. The gang's nests. Many numb bystanders' eyes turned into a sea of ​​fire in shock. The headquarters of the slave merchant collapsed in the sky fire. The noble's mansion was dismantled under the precisely cut laser light, including the noble himself, and the magician in the mage tower spontaneously ignited out of thin air, and became a ground of black charcoal in the at a loss of sight of the next experimental subject that had not yet been disassembled.

Countless evildoers were still staring at the heaven in panic before they died. They were praying in their mouths to repent their sins to God, but the emperor's anger would not weaken at all because of this powerless repentance. Those who died should be like dry grass, turning into ashes in the flames.

"Thirty days."

After doing all this, Isrell suddenly shouted in a lifting tone: "As long as the materials are enough, the Apocalypse Base can produce a second-class air cruiser. It can carry four high-energy magic crystal cluster cannons and serve as a transit station to carry my power. After thirty and thirty days, I will build a monitoring and strike network covering the entire empire. As long as it is a visible sin, I can send a flying ship or directly suppress it."

"The ultimate dystopia..."

At this time, Joshua was talking softly to himself. Because he spoke it in the language on earth, neither Nostradamus, who was smiling and watching all this, nor the calm Isreil, understood it. Just as the two of them showed doubtful expressions, the warrior closed his eyes slightly, and then he opened his eyes to Isreil and asked in a deep voice: "Is this your choice? Isreil, use absolute power to oppress the entire empire? Use information terminal to monitor everyone?"

“Yes, that’s my choice.”

He replied without hesitation, and Isrel showed an extremely firm expression. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Joshua: "There will never be any crime, there will be no oppression again. The bandits will disappear, the gang will all be in prison, and all the nobles who abuse civilians will be sentenced to death by me. Any criminal who attempts to murder will be burned to ashes by me - I am the legendary strong man, I have the ability to do this!"

"There will be no more classes in this world. Civilians can live with peace of mind. Caravans don't have to worry about making peace and robbers. The upright people can hold their heads up and the despicable people can only go to hell. This is what I want!"

Joshua stared at Isrel's face: He wanted to find out even a trace of selfish desires from it, but he did not. The emperor had no selfish desires from the inside out. He was consistent in his words and deeds, and since what he said and done, there was no flaw in the slightest - what if this was really his heartfelt thought?

"This is absolutely powerful."

The warrior took a deep breath, and a lot of thoughts surged in his heart. For the first time, Joshua was not clear about his thoughts - his reason told him that absolute rights would lead to absolute corruption, and Isrell was no exception. But on the other hand, he believed in the will of a legendary strong man. Isrell said that he could achieve eternal justice, so Radcliff was willing to believe that he could do it.

Contradictory? No, trust itself is unreasonable.

"Teacher Nostradamus, Radcliffe."

As if feeling Joshua's complex emotions, Isrel slowed down his tone. He stared at the light curtain in front of him and said in a loud and echoed voice: "I know that such absolute power is not a good thing."

"But now, I do feel the 'justice' brought by 'power'."

Sitting on the "Stat of Apocalypse" completely condensed by the information terminal, Isrell looked down at the earth from the observation deck that was already 12,000 meters above the ground, looking down at his empire. The surging divine light surged out from the emperor. Isrell slowly closed his eyes, and a huge black ring holy emblem appeared behind him.

That is the holy emblem of the God of Power and Justice.

In the boundless heaven, a great will shook slightly.

"God awakened..." He murmured softly, staring at the world of Mycrov with complex eyes, but then he diverted his attention and continued to immerse himself in the process of fusion of the boundless heaven.

On the continent of Mycrov and above the East Balt Plateau, Isrell opened his eyes again, and his eyes burning like the sun released a glow that was invisible to see.

“I will not leave this seat until the day I expected it to come.”

The emperor said, "I will look at this country."

“Until it becomes what I thought it would be.”
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