After the far south emperor Pessif made a declaration of war on the Holy Hui in the Colosseum, he brought the Black Winged Duke back to his palace.

As soon as he walked into his palace, before he could walk towards the throne, his feet were soft and he almost fell to the ground. The Black Winged Duke quickly stretched out his hand to hold Emperor Persif.

"Brother, you actually don't need to attend in armor." The Black Winged Duke looked at Emperor Persif with some heartache. He gasped deeply. The strongest emperor in the Far South who could easily cut off steel with his sword in the past was now weakened by the torture of illness. Even standing in heavy armor was a burden for him.

"The war is coming, my stupid brother... If I don't walk onto the battlefield in armor, how could the soldiers charge with me?"

Emperor Pessif slowly walked up to the throne with the help of the Duke of Black Wing, and sat down. He sat in his seat and took deep breaths. The Duke of Black Wing took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from Emperor Pessif's forehead, but was stopped by Emperor Pessif.

"Call all the generals of the Eye of Conquest in the royal city, and you can't delay any more." Emperor Pessif said, holding the arm of the Black Winged Duke.

"I have sent someone to convey the order."

The Black Winged Duke looked at his brother who had collapsed on the throne and had difficulty breathing, and he felt really uncomfortable at all.

His father was not brotherly relationship with Emperor Pessif's father, but the relationship between the two families was very close, so the Black Wing Duke grew up with Emperor Pessif since childhood.

The friendship between the two is not very deep, because in the intriguing aristocratic society in the far south, Emperor Pessif was so smart that he knew how to use everything at hand, even if interpersonal relationships were just tools in his hands.

Originally, the first heir should be Emperor Pessif's brother, but he kicked his brother down with various means and firmly held Yuannan's rule in his hand.

This rule lasted for a full thirty years, and the territory in the far south expanded by more than one-third under the rule of Emperor Pessif.

The Blackwing Duke was the best tool of Emperor Pessif since he was a child. The Blackwing Duke who realized this was not willing to surrender to Emperor Pessif's rule.

He drank the dragon blood eight years ago and united the Pure Church's intention to overthrow Emperor Pessif's rule.

Until the Duke of Black Wings learned that Emperor Pessif was seriously ill, his dissatisfaction with Emperor Far South became a... strange psychology, sympathy? No... it's not, but guilt.

When the Black Winged Duke looked at the man who collapsed on the throne, he realized that this great emperor was not omnipotent, he was using his life to exchange for prosperity in the far south.

"Brother, you all recognize the power brought by dragon blood. Dragon blood may be able to last your life." The Black Winged Duke wished Emperor Pessif to die in the first half of his life, but now he hopes Emperor Pessif can survive.

Because only Emperor Pessif can govern Yuannan now, the nobles under Yuannan only admire Emperor Pessif.

What is the Far South after the emperor's death?

Troubled times!

"Wakry, Wakry, you have been my slave for the rest of your life. Do you want to be a slave to the dragon again after my death?"

Emperor Pessif was not angry when he heard the suggestion of the Blackwing Duke, but instead used this sentence to mock the Blackwing Duke.

"Brother, I am not a slave to anyone," said the Black Wing Duke.

"You long for dragon blood... It's no different from those slaves who are so hungry that they can sell everything for food." Emperor Pessif's mouth outlined a sarcastic smile. "I don't like to listen to the orders of anyone or any creature, nor do I like to be dominated or restricted by anything, but the ridiculous thing is that in the end I will be restricted by something like disease."

The Duke of Black Wings did not speak, and Emperor Pessif's personality in this regard was a paranoid. He did not like to listen to anyone's orders, and his decision was the only one.

When a duke asked Emperor Pessif to go out to ride a horse, although Pessif verbally agreed, he would always arrive after the agreed time, or before the agreed time.

"Listen, Vakry, if you don't want to be a slave to the dragon, you must win this war... The dragon blood you drink should not be given to you by those people, but you cut off the dragon's neck and drink the blood they shed!"

Emperor Pessif grabbed the shoulder of the Black Wing Duke, and this sentence was also why the Black Wing Duke decided to stand on the side of Emperor Pessif.

When Emperor Pessif told these, the generals from the Eye of Conquest walked into the palace one by one.

The Far South Empire had a total of twenty-seven legions directly under the emperor, and the number of troops was as many as one million, even more than the population of a small country.

This is also the policy implemented by Emperor Pessif. When men become adults, they must serve in the local area for one or two years before they are allowed to retire.

"Everyone, I think you already know that an alien church relies on something called dragon blood to penetrate into our country and to instigate my people. They come from Shenghui, but not from Shenghui."

Emperor Pessif did not hide anything and directly broke the last layer of paper. There were thirteen generals present, and nearly half of these thirteen were stained with dragon blood.

This proportion is terrible.

If Emperor Pessif was healthy, he had plenty of time to clear these betrayers, but his body could no longer wait for that day to arrive.

Now Emperor Pessif can only mobilize these nobles who drink dragon blood because they are also combat power that cannot be ignored. Moreover, Emperor Pessif knows that the people of the Far South cannot be so willing to surrender to others.

"Prince Mithus, how is the cultivation of the Blood Crystal Beast?" Emperor Pessif made a brief mobilization and directly asked the priest of the Eye of Conquest about the progress of the Raising of the Blood Crystal Beast.

"The number of blood crystal beasts has recovered to 270,000. As long as I am given enough time, this number can double the father... His Majesty the Emperor." The voice of the priest named Mithur was filled with fanaticism. This was the eldest daughter of Emperor Pessif. She also inherited the bloodline of Emperor Pessif, which was that she had a desire to control herself almost in a perverted manner.

It’s just that Mithur’s desire to control life, while Emperor Pessif was to the state and power.

"There is not much time left. Since the blood crystal beast can devour life to grow, let them drink the enemy's blood. We cannot give Shenghui time to react. General Helauren! Pass on my order... and directly throw the blood crystal beast into the battlefield."

If Emperor Pessif remembered correctly, they had been fighting with Shenghui for almost eight years. These wars were basically small fights, because Shenghui's city walls and long-distance magic attack methods made Emperor Pesif realize that strong attacks were irrational behavior.

The powerful power and reproduction ability of the Blood Crystal Beast make the victory of this war possible.

Shenghui's tall city walls have no effect in front of the flying blood crystal beast.

"I want to achieve the results in the fastest time, do you understand? General Helauren." Emperor Pessif said.

"Abide by the order." General Helauren received the order, but did not leave, but asked, "What should His Majesty do if he transfers all his combat power to Shenghui's battlefield, who brings the fire of Heavenly Punishment?"
Chapter completed!