Eastern Continent.

Dead Ember Mountains.

Trorian Royal City, Upper City.

Holy Fire Sacrifice Site.

The king looked up at the blazing holy fire in front of him.

The golden and blazing flame is so huge that it occupies almost half of the sacrificial site. People standing in front of it are so small that they are not even considered dust.

The rolling fire obscured all sight, as if the entire universe should be burning like this, filled with fire and light.

But the fact is completely opposite. Coldness, darkness, silence and death are the eternal themes.

And the little episodes in life here are all brought about by the miracles before our eyes.

No matter how many times he looked up at it, the king was always shocked by its magic and greatness.

The existence of the Holy Fire is the basis for the existence of the Trolian Royal City, the reason for the existence of the Trolian Kingdom, and the belief that these tens of millions of people survive.

However, it is about to go out.

This is something only the king can detect.

The power of the Holy Fire is irreversibly weakening and its source is being lost. It has been like this since three years ago.

The king stretched out his hand and gently touched the holy fire.

It is surging and shows no sign of dying out.

But this is just an appearance. If spirituality is not injected, no matter how much phlogiston and firewood are added, the black fog will gradually erode the city and turn all living creatures into living undead.

When the royal city falls into darkness, all towns outside the royal city, all fortresses, and everything that exists depending on it will be extinguished like scattered sparks.

There will no longer be a single discordant noise on this land, and deathly silence will become its unchanging main theme for hundreds of millions of years.

And there is only one way, one possibility, and one hope that can save it.

I will definitely succeed.

Wang squeezed his hand tightly, and the flames flowed through his fingers, gently caressing his skin, like an old friend, old brother, or old senior.

"King, everyone has arrived."

The white-robed Archbishop Horus said respectfully.

"The council is only waiting for your arrival."

Wang was awakened from his deep thoughts. He turned around, smiled and said, "Let's go, Xiao Hehe."

"Xiao Hehe", who was already in his forties and looked like a piece of dry old wood, twitched the corner of his mouth, but he wisely did not refute the king's eccentricities and just followed the king silently out of the sacred fire sacrificial site.
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The most elite fire protectors and fire priests in the royal city were standing outside the Holy Fire Sacrifice. They formed an unshakable line of defense to guard the safety of the Holy Fire.

Even the appearance of the king and the archbishop did not make them look away for half a second.

In order to protect the Holy Fire, they have given up everything, and their only duty in life is to guard it. The Holy Fire is the light of their lives, the fire of their souls, and everything they have.

Whenever he saw these lovely warriors, the king was full of confidence and said loudly: "My spirit is at the sacrificial site. You go back to rest and come back at night."

There was a trace of confusion in the eyes of the fire keepers and fire priests.

But this was not the first time after all. They all bowed to the king and walked outside the king's area.

Wang said: "Remember to bring gifts and blessings to your wives and children. Only with love in your heart can the holy fire burn forever."

It wasn't until everyone left that Horus whispered with some dissatisfaction: "King, the guardians of the Holy Fire don't need to think, so as to ensure their absolute loyalty and completely cut off the infiltration of doomsday believers."

Wang smiled and said: "Xiao Hehe, you are wrong. I am the person closest to the Holy Fire, so I am not the one who should become a mechanical puppet? Otherwise, how can you guarantee that I will not be infected by doomsday thoughts?"

Horus choked up: "Yes, yes, but this is against the rules."

The king smiled and said: "I am the king, and my rules are the rules."

Horus was choked and speechless.

The two of them walked towards the east of the Holy Fire Sacrifice.

The center of Shangcheng District is the Royal District, and the center of the Royal District is naturally the Holy Fire Sacrifice Ground.

In the four directions of the Holy Fire Sacrifice Site, the four most important institutions of the royal city are distributed.

They are:

The Royal City Council, representing the highest center of power, occupies the position due east.

The Royal City Government Affairs Office, which represents the highest administration, occupies the position due west.

The Holy Church, which represents the highest religious authority, occupies the position due south.

And the Supreme Military War Department, which is in charge of all military wars, occupies the position due north.

This meeting was related to the war, but due to its high importance and complexity, it was moved to the council for discussion.

Wang walked into the central hall of the council and immediately saw the seven Sons of Fire sitting in the front.

They are the strongest people in the royal city and the highest combat force that humans can mobilize. Their status is only lower than that of the king, and they have the greatest say besides the king.

On the side of the Son of Fire are four knight captains, who also possess extraordinary strength and extraordinary status.

These eleven people are the eleven pillars of the royal city, the hope and belief of tens of millions of people, and the example and ultimate dream of all those who hold the fire.

Behind them are the commanders of the major armies, the archbishops of the Holy Church, and the guardians of each defense zone.

They are also the pillars of the royal city and the supporters beside the Optimus Pillar.

After that, there are the leaders of major important institutions, the governors of the administrative districts, and the elders of the council.

They are the people responsible for maintaining and repairing the giant pillars.

The hundreds of thousands of combatants, millions of workers, and tens of millions of hard-working people who cannot be seen here are the foundation of the existence of the Trorian Kingdom.

The king took the throne in the center.

In an instant, everyone stood up and saluted together.

"Welcome the king, and may the fire be with the king."

Wang raised his right hand and made a fist.

"The night will eventually dissipate and dawn will come!"

"The night will eventually dissipate and dawn will come!"

Neat voices echoed in the central hall. This feeling of unity is what he likes most and is his only expectation for any meeting.

Sure enough, as soon as we sat down, conflicts and disputes broke out.

Cross, the commander of the city defense corps, together with dozens of elders and consuls, stood up:

"The Black Tide is approaching. We believe that the royal city should immediately stop its outward expansion to reduce the casualties of combatants and the pressure on defense."

"Our defense line has been stretched too long. Logistics and medical supplies cannot keep up. Our losses in this month have exceeded those in the past ten months!"

"I think we should abandon Star City. It is too far away. Outside our defense circle, its defense has consumed one-third of our strength!"

"This is really unwise!"

However, Lockhart, the commander of the expeditionary legion, and other elders and consuls raised objections.

"The City of Stars is the most important ancient ruins we have discovered in the past twenty years. We have discovered a huge amount of material resources and spiritual materials in it."

"There are also a large number of relics from the Tertiary Period. The Institute of Industrial Machinery has found many useful tools from them. Excavation of them may also bring us more unexpected things."

Cross is a huge fat man. When he is angry, his body expands like a balloon:

"A bunch of rubbish-like toys, with no useful materials at all, are we going to let our soldiers die?"

Lockhart, the commander of the Conquest Legion, is a standard big man with scars all over his face and one eye is blind, leaving only a big black hole.

He said coldly: "When it comes to sacrifice, no one can speak in front of the conquering legion. Do you think it is just an ordinary relic? A pile of historical dust?"

He turned around and shouted in a louder voice.

"No! There is the highest quality sun stone mine in the Star City, there is the perfect soul crystal ore, and there is also the highest grade true silver mine. Is that a cold material? No, that is the phlogiston of the holy fire and the life of the warrior.

And strength, it is warm light!"

Logistics Manager Harvey added: "We are in urgent need of sunstone ore now. The phlogiston of the Holy Fire must use sunstone, and we don't have much inventory now."

This sentence played a decisive role.

Cross's tone calmed down a little: "Then shrink the defense line, retreat to the position twelve years ago, and abandon the Mushroom City, the Mountain City, and the Beast City."

This suggestion was approved by most of the consuls and elders.

However, some guardians and the governors of these three cities expressed their opposition.

"Mushroom City and Beast City produce one-third of our food, as well as many materials and resources. Mountain City is our largest iron and copper mine base. If we give up, many people's lives will be in trouble. Food

It’s far from enough!”
To be continued...