After Emperor Peisif of the Far South declared war on Holy Light in the Colosseum, he returned to his palace with the Duke of Black Wing.
He had just walked into his palace and had not yet had time to walk towards the throne when his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. The Duke of Black Wing quickly reached out and supported Emperor Persif.
"Brother, you don't actually need to wear armor." Duke Blackwing looked at Emperor Persif with some heartache. He breathed deeply. The strongest emperor in the Far South, who could easily cut steel with a sword in the past, was now so weak from illness that even standing in heavy armor was a burden for him.
"War is coming, my foolish brother... How can the soldiers charge with me if I don't wear armor and go to the battlefield?"
Emperor Persif, supported by Duke Blackwing, walked slowly to the throne and sat down. After he sat down, he kept taking deep breaths. Duke Blackwing took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from Emperor Persif's forehead, but was stopped by Emperor Persif.
"Call all the generals of the Eye of Conquest in the royal city. There is no time to delay." Emperor Peisif said, holding the Duke of Blackwing's arm tightly.
"I have sent someone to pass on the order."
The Duke of Blackwing felt very upset when he saw his brother collapsed on the throne, having difficulty breathing.
His father and Emperor Persif's father were not brothers, but the relationship between the two families was very close, so the Duke of Black Wing grew up with Emperor Persif since he was a child.
The friendship between the two was not very deep, because in the treacherous aristocratic society of the Far South, Emperor Peisif was too shrewd. He was so shrewd that he knew how to use everything at hand, even interpersonal relationships were just tools in his hands.
Originally, the first heir should have been Emperor Persif's brother, but he used various means to kick his brother down and firmly grasped the ruling power of the Far South in his hands.
This rule lasted for a full thirty years, and the territory in the far south expanded by more than one third under the governance of Emperor Peisif.
The Duke of Blackwing has been the most useful tool of Emperor Persif since he was a child. Realizing this, the Duke of Blackwing is not willing to remain under the rule of Emperor Persif forever.
He drank dragon blood eight years ago and joined forces with the Church of the Pure Ones to overthrow the rule of Emperor Persif.
It was not until the Duke of Black Wing learned that Emperor Persifu was seriously ill that his dissatisfaction with the Emperor of Far South turned into a strange feeling. Sympathy? No... not really, but guilt.
Duke Blackwing looked at the man collapsed on the throne and realized that the great emperor was not omnipotent. He was using his life to exchange for the prosperity of the Far South.
"Brother, you acknowledge the power brought by dragon blood. Dragon blood may be able to prolong your life." The Duke of Black Wing wished that Emperor Persif would die in the first half of his life, but now he hopes that Emperor Persif can survive.
Because only Emperor Peisif can govern Far South now, the nobles under Far South only obey Emperor Peisif.
What is the Far South after the emperor's death
Troubled times!
"Wakri, Wakri, you have been my slave all your life. Do you want to be a dragon's slave after I die?"
When Emperor Peisif heard the Duke of Blackwing's suggestion, he was not angry. Instead, he used this sentence to mock the Duke of Blackwing.
"Brother, I am no one's slave." said the Duke of Black Wing.
"You look so thirsty for dragon blood... You are no different from those starving slaves who are willing to sell everything for food." Emperor Persif showed a sarcastic smile. "I don't like to listen to orders from anyone or any creature, nor do I like to be dominated or restricted by anything. But the funny thing is that in the end I was restricted by something like disease."
The Duke of Black Wing did not speak. Emperor Persif was a paranoid person in this regard. He did not like to listen to anyone's orders. His decision was unique.
The paranoia was so great that when a duke asked Emperor Persif out for a horseback ride, Persif verbally agreed but would always arrive after the agreed time or before the agreed time.
"Listen carefully, Wakri, if you don't want to be a dragon's slave, you must win this war... The dragon's blood you drink should not be given to you by those people, but you should cut off the dragon's neck and drink the blood that flows out!"
Emperor Persif grabbed the Duke of Blackwing's shoulders, and this sentence was also the reason why the Duke of Blackwing decided to stand on the side of Emperor Persif.
While Emperor Persif was giving these instructions, 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. If slaves were included, the number of troops was as high as one million, which was even more than the population of a small country.
This was also the policy implemented by Emperor Persif. Men had to serve locally for one or two years after they reached adulthood before they were allowed to retire.
"Everyone, I think you already know that a foreign church relies on something called dragon blood to infiltrate our country and incite my people to rebel. They come from the Holy Light, but they don't come from the Holy Light."
Emperor Peisif did not hide anything anymore and directly revealed the truth. There were thirteen generals present, and nearly half of them were stained with dragon blood.
This ratio is frighteningly high.
If Emperor Persif were in good health, he would have enough time to eliminate these traitors, but his current health is not good enough for him to wait until that day comes.
Now Emperor Persif can only mobilize these nobles who drank the dragon's blood, because they are also a fighting force that cannot be ignored, and Emperor Persif knows that the people of the Far South will not be so willing to submit to the command of others.
"Priest Mishu, how is the breeding of the blood crystal beast going?" Emperor Peisif made a brief mobilization and directly asked the priest of the Eye of Conquest about the progress of raising 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 be doubled, father... Your Majesty the Emperor." The voice of the priest named Mishu was full of fanaticism. She is the eldest daughter of Emperor Peisif. She also inherited the bloodline of Emperor Peisif, which is an almost perverted desire for control.
The only difference is that Michel's desire for control is for life, while Emperor Peisif's desire for control is for the country and power.
"We don't have much time left. Since the blood crystal beasts can devour lives to grow, let them drink the enemy's blood. We can't give Shenghui time to react. General Helauren! Pass on my order... Send the blood crystal beasts directly into the battlefield."
If Emperor Peisif remembered correctly, they had been fighting with Shenghui for almost eight years. These wars were basically small-scale skirmishes, because of Shenghui's city walls and long-range magic attacks, Emperor Peisif realized that a forceful attack was irrational.
The powerful strength and reproductive ability of the Blood Crystal Beast made victory in this war possible.
The tall walls of Shenghui are completely useless in front of the flying blood crystal beasts.
"I want to achieve results as quickly as possible, do you understand, General Helauren?" said Emperor Peisif.
"As you command." General Helauren accepted the order, but did not leave. Instead, he asked, "If your majesty transfers all the combat forces to the battlefield of Shenghui, what should be done with the mysterious people who brought the Fire of Heavenly Punishment?"