It's like a dream, a nightmare

Chapter One Nightmare

"What is the sea?" Emperor Feuerbach asked suddenly.

"Sea?" Roger was stunned. He thought for a moment, and then replied: "The ocean means swift transportation and inexhaustible food. In a sense, the ocean with countless monsters is the realm of the gods, because in the face of natural tsunamis and hurricanes, our power seems so small."

The Emperor shook his head and said, "So, you are not a real Aslofik. Pompei, what is the sea?"

Pompei smiled and said, "The sea is a dream."

"Not bad! The sea is a dream." The emperor said proudly: "The sea is a dream that every generation of Aslofik people has. At the beginning of the founding of the country, outsiders had no way to experience the hardships on the wasteland. At that time, many killings and hatred were only derived from the struggle for a source of water and a little food! Since then, the sea with inexhaustible food has become the dream of every emperor and the dream of every northern warrior! Whether it is a tsunami, hurricane or monster, it is just a small obstacle in our way to pursue our dreams. Look, this endless sea is just like the minds of our northern warriors! The sea and the wasteland are only the realms of brave people!"

Roger hurriedly said, "Congratulations to Your Majesty! You have finally realized the dream of a brave man that has not been fulfilled by the emperors of the Empire!"

At this moment, the Great Emperor, Pompei, Alexander, Roger and the boss were standing on the lighthouse of Ludan Harbor, the largest port on the west coast of the Longines Sea, looking into the distance.

On this day, there was no fog on the Longines Sea, so at first glance, I saw that the sea and sky were one color, and they were connected in a very distant place.

The sea breeze hits the face, and its strong and powerful place is no less than the strong wind on the wilderness in the north.  The sky in the distance is low with several huge lead clouds.   They are so low that they may be swept into the bottom of the sea by the giants below.   In such weather, a fishing boat cannot be seen in the sea, and the fishermen with the most skilled skills dare not go out to sea to fish.   In fact, even huge warships are difficult to survive in such weather.

The Longines Sea is just an inland sea, but in such a far worse weather, there are already huge waves in the sea, and the tides are surging. What kind of scene should it be if it leads to the vast unknown world? The power of those strong humans. In the face of the huge power between the world, it seems so insignificant.

But in the eyes of Emperor Feuerbach, the vast and vicious majestic sea swept in front of him was a beautiful scene. His eyes were blazing and wild. At this moment, there must be countless huge imperial warships loaded with warriors in his heart, breaking through the wind and waves and exploring the endless unknown. At this moment, Pompei, Roger and others were all tactfully kept silent and not disturbing the emperor.

After a long time, Emperor Feuerbach breathed, looked around, and slowly said: "The dream of the empire for hundreds of years has not been realized. But it has just begun in my hands."

Indeed, this grand dream is just the beginning.

The four people around Emperor Feuerbach are the core of the rule of the Aslofik Empire. As the first pope of the Holy Church, Roger's strength is no less than that of Pompeii and Alexander. He understands the national strength of the empire and knows that building a fleet that can cross the sea from scratch is not a matter of a night. In the past three months, although the empire has swept across the entire western coast of the Longines Sea and annihilated nearly 300,000 troops from more than ten countries, he has only captured more than ten small warships. Most of these warships were anchored in the port because of damage or repairs. Hundreds of warships of all countries in the West Coast, and thousands of merchant ships have already escaped into the vast sea.

The empire captured thousands of shipbuilding craftsmen, but only more than a dozen masters who can command the construction of large warships. Roger learned from them that it would take three years to build a giant warship. Even longer. It depends on the warship's performance and equipment to be equipped with the same. This is only the construction time, and it does not include the time it takes to collect the huge amount of supplies needed to build the warship.

Although the empire has strong national strength, if it is not more than five years, it is impossible to build a fleet of initially developed scale. Therefore, it is not enough for Emperor Feuerbach to have only ambitions, and he still needs to have enough patience.

The Emperor was not at all able to stand on the west coast of Longines Sea. He recruited all the elite army, so the hinterland of the empire is very weak now. Although the Western dwarf empire is approaching destruction, the monsters in the dark forest in the east have never left the forest range, and the ice ocean in the north are the kingdom of Fengyue. However, the orc empire in the central mountains in the south of the empire is a real threat. As Rogue alone, the army of this orc empire is likely to break the empire's defense line in the south. Moreover, although the plague seeds placed on the orcs are powerful, the effect is still unknown at this moment.

Feuerbach, who looked at the sea, suddenly turned his head and said to Rogue: "I know you have a dream, although I don't know it specifically. Now the dream of the empire has begun, and you are no longer far from your dream. But any dream has a price. You must know it in your heart and don't pay too much for a vague dream."

Roger should be right now.

But his heart is not as calm as it appears. He is not far from his dream. If you have to say a distance, it is a primeval forest of hundreds of kilometers. This distance will take half a day or even shorter for the strong, but it is a completely different matter for the hundreds of thousands of troops of the empire.

It would take at least several months to open up a road that can allow the army to pass through in the forest. However, the empire has enough time. Before the fleet was built, hundreds of thousands of troops could not be idle in the past few years. Moreover, Emperor Feuerbach had long been interested in competing with the southern empire. Now that passing through this forest is the territory of the Dro Empire.

The South used to be Roger's dream. But now his mood has changed, and he is no longer so eager to fight back to the South. But the development of the situation does not follow his wishes. The two major forces in the north and the south are now only a forest. Between these two major forces, this space obstacle is as untestable as a piece of paper. Since the conflict is coming sooner or later, and the empire is in full swing at this moment, for the fat man, it is naturally better to come early than to come sooner or later.

It's getting late.

Feuerbach waved his hand and returned to the palace. Roger and others also returned to their temporary residences.

It was late at night. While Rogge was studying the various religious scriptures, his followers suddenly came to report. He called the Emperor to summon him. Although Rogge was a little surprised that the Emperor summoned him at this moment, he still sorted out his appearance and went to Jin to meet him at the Emperor's residence.

When Rogue entered the Great Study, Feuerbach was staring at the huge magic map spread out in front of him. Seeing Rogue come in, he just raised his head and buried his head in the map again.

Roger bowed to the boss in a corner of the study and waited patiently on the side. Roger always felt a cluster of insatiable darkness behind Feuerbach. The darkness flowed slowly. It was powerful but implicit. Although it had the power to destroy everything, its sharpness was not revealed.

Roger's heart moved slightly. He had never sensed such a strong dark aura in the Emperor. Until not long ago, he thought that the Emperor was just an old man without power. But at this moment the darkness behind Feuerbach, like the deep sea under the night, had clearly told Roger that what he saw in the past was a completely illusion.

Now the Emperor clearly showed his dark aura before him. Is it a disaster or a blessing?

But for some reason, this dark aura did not seem to belong to Feuerbach. In the induced sensing of Rogue, there was still not much power in the emperor.

Roger was silent on the surface, but in the dark, he stretched out his spiritual tentacles very slowly and went to the surging dark spy, trying to sense the secret contained in the dark aura.

As if he had noticed Rog's movement, the emperor suddenly raised his head and said lightly: "That is not my power. It is the breath of the Lord of Darkness. Although the Lord of Darkness does not care about our faith, improper actions may still attract God's punishment."

Roger was shocked, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. He immediately withdrew his mental power and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Get up."

The Emperor seemed to have no intention of blaming Rogge, and his tone was indifferent. But the calmer his tone was, the more scared Rogge was. How dare he get up?

"Get up!" The emperor repeated it, and Roger dared to stand up.

While measuring the distance on the map with your hands, Feuerbach said: "The world's chaotic and complex colors are just appearances. You have just begun to see through the reality of these colors, and it is normal for you to be deceived by the external surface. Just as you desperately push the empire to the south, it is not for the revenge or power that others think. And I lead the army to the south. It is not just to open up the territory of the empire."

The more Roger listened, the more shocked he became, but what he could do was just keep calling it yes.

The emperor finally raised his head and looked at Rogge and said, "I heard that you have tens of thousands of elves in your hands now, is that right?" Wucuo Novel Network does not jump to the words.

Roger immediately said: "There are 55,000 elves in total, Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded and said, "Very good. Elfs are rare warriors. What's even more rare is that you can actually subdue the goblins known for their stubbornness, arrogance and stupidity. Very good! I don't think you can hide this for long. So, you can organize these elves into an army and go to your church. I will order all the elves who follow you to be imperial nationals, so that you will not have any worries."

Roger didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow for such a result. He didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he had to thank the emperor for his kindness.

Feuerbach lowered his head again, as if he was absent-minded: "If a church wants to develop, it must have a sufficient number of devout believers and a clear doctrine program. Both are indispensable.  You have many believers in the Holy Church, but the scriptures are far from perfect.   You have a lot of things to do, so you don't have to delay it with me."

The boss sent Roger all the way to the palace. When he was about to reach the palace gate, he coughed a few times and said slowly: "Lord Roger, you have to make plans for your position as a prince. There is not much time now."

Roger agreed and immediately said goodbye to the boss. He left the palace.

When he walked out of the gate of the Emperor's Camp, a night wind blew up towards him. Roger felt the bone-chilling chill on his body. He sighed lightly, walked quickly towards his residence alone.

Roger was quite upset.

If you choose the sacred power of religion, you must give up the military and political power of secular lands. Emperor Feuerbach gave Rogge a year and a half. As soon as the time comes, Rogge must hand over the title of prince and the territory of the Principal of Are to others. Rogge has handed over the military power of the Tide Legge, and these titles and territorial interests are more related to the glory and wealth of descendants. Although the emperor did not say it clearly. However, under the suggestion of Sarah Wenger, Rogge knew that he could pass these benefits to his descendants so that his descendants could enjoy his own remaining blessings.

But the problem lies here.

Although there are many women who have had sex with Roger over the years, no woman has ever given birth to a son or half a daughter except Lilis. The fat man is cautious and wants to give himself a way out. He will never push the son Lilis gave birth to him from behind the scenes to the front stage. But until now, Froya, Effier and others have no sign of their belly getting bigger, which really makes Roger anxious.

For a moment, the fat man had a prominent title and vast territory, but he could not find a son to inherit!

Although Roger was proficient in magic, he didn't know why he had no new children in such a long time. Even those nobles who were completely powerless, weak and weak should have three or five children.

The fat man smiled bitterly, he had no other choice. He could only work harder in the future.

Although it was late at night, many people still did not fall asleep at the residence of the Holy Church.

"Being able to foresee destiny is far from the end of prophecy. Changing the direction of destiny is the purpose of prophecy." Constantine said solemnly.

Effie sat casually across from him, his eyes full of tiredness, and he seemed absent-minded about Constantine's teaching. He also yawned without hesitation.

The Cardinal smiled bitterly. He had already experienced enough disrespect to Effier and had even become a habit.

He sighed, closed the holy book that recorded all kinds of sacred spells before him, and said, "Prophecy is the most elusive sacred spell. This is not because it is so complex, but because fate is too complicated. No matter how hard we try, we can see only a tiny part of all destiny. With this scene alone, the prophet is likely to come to a wrong conclusion. Only with the gift of God can we see further.

See more fate. This is why prophecy requires that the caster must have a pious faith. Okay, I have said enough. Today we are going to practice using magic props to cast prophecy. Well, you can try to predict the future of this world. This scroll of fate is big enough that you will have more opportunities to see a corner of the earth. Come on, this is what I found today, so you can try it with it!"

As he said that, Constantine pushed a huge clam shell of one meter in front of Effier. The giant clam was obviously a monster that was not bad during his lifetime, and there were still strong magic fluctuations on the clam shell until now. Unfortunately, it was because of this that it was noticed by the Cardinal and became a prop that Constantine taught Effier.

Effier covered her mouth and yawned again. Then she dragged the giant clam in front of her and murmured: "In the name of any god, present the future of the world to Effier!"

Constantine said angrily: "How many times have I said that when chanting mantras, you must have a pious heart to get the response from the Lords of Heaven! How can prophecy be successful if you are as unsincere as you are..."

Before his rebuke fell, a strong sacred light suddenly appeared on Effier's body. As the light dissipated, a thick ink-like color began to gush out from the inside of the clam shell, which was as smooth as a mirror, and the ink color then condensed into a complex and gloomy symbol.

Constantine was surprised, and when she came over, she frowned immediately and said, "This is the devil's mark! Let me see what kind of power it represents... well, it is destruction. I have said a long time ago that random prophecies will only achieve inexplicable results. Let's do it again!"

Effier sat upright and recited the mantra seriously.

After the sacred light flashed, the clam shell first appeared red this time, and then a clear picture appeared.

In the future displayed by the giant clam, the sky is burning fire clouds, half of the sky is occupied by the huge sun, and the ground is filled with erupting flames and flowing magma.

Seeing this scene that looked like the end of the world, Constantine's face was already a little ugly. He frowned and said slowly: "You have limited power and have no faith. How could you get such a clear prediction of the end of the world? I know that if you say you are wrong, you will definitely be dissatisfied, but this content is completely different from the future that the gods show me. Come on, let's try again and pay attention to mastering the operation of magic."

This time, a beautiful world appeared in the giant clam, and then a very strong sacred light lit up, and the light containing infinite power ignited the entire world!

The third prophecy is still destruction.

The clam shell had exhausted its magic power and shattered into countless small pieces with a bang. Effier cheered, jumped up, rushed out like the wind, and went back to her room to make up for her sleep.

In the big room, only Constantine stared at the broken clams on the ground, thinking about something.
Chapter completed!