The fire of punishment... The fire of punishment...
When Emperor Persif heard this word, he instantly felt a pang in his heart.
He covered his chest with his hands and gasped for a long time before he calmed down. The generals below looked extremely frightened when they saw the emperor like this.
The only one among the generals who knew the emperor's physical condition was General Helauren, who was one of the few confidants of Emperor Peisif who could be fully trusted.
These generals mistakenly believed that the emperor was extremely angry, so they dared not speak.
Emperor Persif stood up from the throne and walked slowly to a long table with maps in the center of the palace.
This map is completely three-dimensional, a three-dimensional map made up of magic particles.
These magics are golem props developed by spellcasters from the Alchemy Guild in the Far South. What makes Emperor Persif feel honored is that both the Mage Tower and this magic particle map were developed with his support.
Emperor Persif witnessed the progress of magic in this era, but what made Emperor Persif sad was... he only witnessed a small step of it, and his body might not be able to support him to continue watching the future development.
But what really saddened Emperor Peisif was the current territory of the Far South Empire!
"Do you know how big our country's borders were two hundred years ago?"
Emperor Peisif extended his hand to the three-dimensional map made of magic particles, and the map instantly enlarged and appeared in front of all the generals present.
The generals had seen this kind of magic pattern map before, but the map presented to them by Emperor Peisif was the territory of the Far South Empire two hundred years ago.
The generals present more or less knew the history of the Far South Empire. Two hundred years ago, Far South was just an inconspicuous small country located in the southern Gobi Desert, but in just two hundred years, it relied on war to annex other countries and grew into the empire it is today.
Emperor Peisif used the magic map to show all the generals the territorial expansion of the Far South over the past two hundred years.
Even though the generals who knew this history still felt a surge of emotion when they saw the rapid expansion of the territory of the Far South on the magic map.
In just two hundred years, Far South had occupied the entire territory above the continent from the corner of the continent, becoming the true first empire of the entire Far South continent.
"But this is far from enough." Emperor Peisif could see the excited expressions on the generals' faces, but his desire for expansion was far from being satisfied.
"Give me another year, and I can use the blood crystal beast tide to conquer the Holy Light Kingdom, and all the land on the north side of this continent will belong to me." Emperor Peisifu expanded the territory of the Far South until it swallowed up the Holy Light. "Give me another two years, and the territory of the Far South will cover the entire continent."
This was Emperor Persif's dream, and this dream should have been realized within half a year, but Emperor Persif's condition worsened.
His physical condition forced Emperor Persif to shift his focus from thinking about the future of the Far South to thinking about how to prevent the Far South Empire from collapsing after his death.
It’s so painful... Emperor Peisif covered his chest and looked at the generals below with eyes full of hope and expectation.
The more this happened, the more heartbroken Emperor Peisif was. In fact, his dream was far less important than this continent.
As long as he is given another ten years, Emperor Peisifu believes that the magic of Far South will have a qualitative development, and it will no longer be a dream to put the golem into use on the battlefield. In another eleven years... Emperor Peisifu is no longer looking forward to Far South, or even this world! Instead, it is another world!
Yes, this is Emperor Persif’s ambition.
But dreams are just dreams after all. What Emperor Peisif is thinking about is whether he can wake up tomorrow, and whether the situation in the Far South can be stabilized and continue to develop steadily before his death.
Emperor Peisif is now doing the aftermath work. Yuannan was raised by him personally, and he wants to make sure that his "son" will not be bullied by others before he dies.
As for the biggest threat at present to the Holy Light Kingdom, as for the group of mysterious people who brought the fire of heavenly punishment, Emperor Peisif could not consider it. He simply had no spare energy to consider how to deal with those mysterious people.
What Emperor Peisif can do now is to destroy the Holy Light Kingdom and then eliminate the threat from the Pure Sect.
"General Helauren, two hundred years ago we were able to accomplish the feat of transforming a small country into an empire. Two hundred years later we will also be able to expand our territory to the entire world. Now go and complete your mission!"
Emperor Peisif did not directly answer General Helauren's question. General Helauren also understood that Emperor Peisif was unable to answer this question. All he had to do was to obey Emperor Peisif's orders.
After General Helauren, other generals received orders from Emperor Peisif, and the specific content was conveyed to these generals by Emperor Peisif in written form.
All the generals in the palace retreated, leaving only Earl Lionheart.
"Count, do you have anything else to say?" asked Emperor Persif.
"His Majesty."
Count Lionheart walked directly to the throne of Emperor Persif, knelt down, and handed over a bottle of pure white object with both hands.
"This is a bottle of medicine that can treat chest pain. I have taken it for a while, and the chest pain that used to occur at night has improved a little." said Earl Lionheart.
"drug?"
A pure white inscription appeared on Emperor Persif's hand, and the medicine in Count Lionheart's hand flew into Emperor Persif's hand under the effect of magic.
Initially, in order to cure his own disease, Emperor Peisif mobilized the entire Alchemy Guild of the Far South Empire and searched the entire continent for methods to cure the disease. He even sought out batches of priests from the Soul Sect.
But Emperor Persif's illness did not improve much. Some of the treatment potions were still effective at the beginning, but the effects became weaker and weaker as time went on.
Emperor Peisif did place his hopes on dragon blood, but after witnessing the reaction of an ordinary person after drinking dragon blood, he realized that dragon blood first destroys the human body and then transforms it.
He knew that his weak body could not withstand the violent transformation of dragon blood.
"Is this the medicine you found in the cargo you got from foreign countries?" Emperor Peisif looked at the words on the medicine bottle that he could not understand.
The emperor had long guessed that the Pure Sect came from another world, so it was not surprising that the group of mysterious people also came from another world.
This was confirmed when Lord Lionheart began to sell those special goods on a large scale.
But Emperor Persif did not stop Count Lionheart. Emperor Persif had a philosophy that as long as he could use the power for his own benefit, he would be innocent no matter where it came from.
This is also what Emperor Peisif thinks about dragon blood, and the same is true of the goods from that mysterious group of people.
Emperor Persif asked the servant beside him to open the bottle of medicine with strange packaging. There were ten capsules in it. Emperor Persif took out five capsules and threw the bottle with the remaining five capsules to Count Lionheart.
"Eat it," said Emperor Persif.
Count Lionheart had no objection. He opened the bottle and swallowed all five pills inside. In this way, he proved to Emperor Persif that these pills were non-toxic.
Emperor Persif waited for a while, confirmed that there was nothing abnormal with Count Lionheart's body, picked up three of them and stuffed them into his mouth.
"How long will it take for this medicine to take effect?" asked Emperor Persif.
Count Lionheart, like Helauren, is a noble whom Emperor Persif can fully trust. Emperor Persif did not tell Count Lionheart much about his illness, but Count Lionheart already knew that the disease Emperor Persif suffered from was not... a minor illness.
"One to two dog hours." Earl Lionheart took it himself to make sure there were no obvious side effects before giving it to the king.
"That will take some time. And Count... did the merchant who sent these goods say where they came from?"
Emperor Persif wanted to focus all his attention on the Church of the Most Pure, but that group of mysterious people had already begun to operate in the Far South.
"It's Scarlett." Earl Lionheart answered immediately.
"Skarre, is that really the country it is? The Fire of Heavenly Punishment... You should retreat first and don't disturb the merchant. I have sent spies to Skare and we will decide how to deal with him when the time comes." Emperor Persif said.
Count Lionheart received the order and left the palace under the watchful eyes of Emperor Persif.