Cullen stepped into the spacious hall and walked slowly on the smooth marble floor.
He was wearing a black robe, which was shrouded in dim light and swayed with his steps. On both sides of the hall were huge arched floor-to-ceiling windows and square columns that supported the arched roof, which were covered with exquisite carvings.
In front of each pillar stands a gold-plated lampstand, about one person tall, with four horses raising their front hooves as the base. Several oil paintings several meters long are painted on the ceiling, depicting the heroic battles of imperial soldiers.
The scene. The intricate crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling to a height of two meters above the ground, making the hall at night still look like day.
Guards wearing steel armor and holding long guns stood neatly on both sides of the hall. They carefully watched every move of the man in black robe, but the man in black robe walked steadily and completely ignored them.
He walked straight to the end of the hall, bowed slightly to the man on the throne, and then took off his hood. His face was soft and he looked like he had just entered middle age - about sixty years old, with medium-long black hair and a
He has a short beard, piercing eyes, and a mysterious smile on his lips, giving him an inexplicable sense of holiness.
"Long time greetings, Your Majesty." He said softly.
The man on the throne leaned down slightly and let his eyes meet the man in black robe.
"Long time no see, Lord Cullen." The man's voice was like a bell, "What news did you bring me this time?"
This is the current king of the Oren Empire, 'The Brave' Rogman III. He is eighty-nine years old and has the iconic red hair of the Orel family. Perhaps because of the heavy state affairs, his hard and etched face has
There are a lot of wrinkles, but the pupils are still burning with the flame of youth, eager for change.
"My Lord has answered my prayer." Cullen smiled, "He is willing to assist your request."
"That's really good news." Luogman stroked his chin, "It's time to let those country bumpkins see the glory that the empire deserves."
The man in black robe nodded. He knew very well what Rogman had been longing for. According to historical records - and according to rumors, the survivors at the end of the First Age struggled on the barbaric land for thousands of years before they were able to establish
The original kingdom. Since more than 1,800 years ago, the Oron Empire has experienced kingship, republic, co-rule by several emperors, and finally the current single empire. At its peak, it ruled two-thirds of the entire continent.
, the Ailna people, the Belon people, and even the Sachi people in the north were all once subjects of the empire.
With the rise of magic and different beliefs, the empire's control over various places gradually weakened. The tyranny of the Caspar dynasty five hundred years ago brought people's dissatisfaction to its peak. The straw that finally broke the camel's back was Leonos
·Nott Lambert, a Viscount in the Eastern Territory of the Empire. Viscount Lambert's life can be described as a legend. When he finally took over the inheritance of the "Lord of Light", the Empire's rule over the continent fell into pieces.
Today, the majestic mountains in the west are in the hands of the Beron people, the vast forests in the north are occupied by the Elna people, and the wasteland area further north is a joint government composed of nearly a hundred tribes or kingdoms - they often fight on their own
There is no end to it. In the south is the Phil Federation, which was founded on trade, and the Kingdom of Hulun, which is famous for its handicraft industry on the mainland. To the east is the base of the first faith in the mainland, the Theocracy of Saint Leon.
The empire has a glorious history, but it can only stick to the central and southern parts of the continent. Reviving the empire's glory has almost become the common dream of all the rulers of the past dynasties after the Caspar dynasty - but unfortunately it has never really come close to being realized.
"However, Lord Cullen." The man on the throne frowned, "I understand your power, but I need a proof to convince me that what you said is not just a fantasy."
"Of course, Your Majesty." Cullen stroked his chest and saluted, "Please allow me to approach you, and I will show you the miracles that only belong to my Lord."
Luogman thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Cullen lifted up his robe and walked slowly up the steps to the throne. He half-knelt in front of the throne and looked at the ruler of the empire with gentle eyes.
"Please pass your hand to me, Your Majesty."
Rogman did as he was told.
Cullen stretched out his hand from the sleeves of his robe and held it with Rogman's broad and rough palm. He looked up to the ceiling with vague fanaticism in his eyes. Then he closed his eyes and prayed softly.
"Lord, I have brought you a new believer. Please give him the courage to move forward unswervingly; please give him the strength to break through the difficulties ahead; please give him youth so that he can have sufficient strength.
Enthusiasm to realize ideals——"
A miracle happened. A clear light penetrated the solid roof of the palace and enveloped Rogman's whole body. Under its baptism, the wrinkles on the emperor's face quickly dissipated, his hair color became brighter, his palms became smoother, and his body became taller and taller than before.
Many. He looked at his whole body with a look that was mixed with joy and disbelief.
"Kulun Qing, what have you done? I feel like I am forty years younger all of a sudden!"
"This is not my credit." Cullen shook his head and replied softly, "I only introduced you to my lord Ada, and you received His blessing."
"And this blessing——" Luogman pondered.
"It will be awarded to every devout believer." Cullen continued, "They will not be able to stay young like you, but they will also get courage and strength."
"Very good." Rogman breathed out, "I will arrange the manpower to fulfill your request, and I will leave the rest to you."
"You can rest assured." Cullen bowed slightly again, "Please take care of yourself, my friend, my Lord will always take care of you."
"May your glory forever shine in heaven and earth, and may we realize your expectations one day -"
The two of them prayed quietly together.
…
When the man in black robe left the palace, the guards no longer had hostility in their eyes. On the contrary, they all had faint fanaticism and excitement in their eyes as they had witnessed the miracles performed by the emperor.
Cullen could feel their beating life force, and these people - and more people of the empire, would become loyal believers of the Lord of Heaven. When he thought of this, he wished that time would go faster so that he could
Witness the arrival of that day as soon as possible.
He walked into the deserted alley, looked up into the distant void, and prayed silently in his heart.
"Sovereign Lord, have I ever satisfied you? Can you give me a new mission now?"
——The same warm, kind, and sacred voice as every time before, filling his heart the next moment.
"Those who originally did not believe in me, if they can be influenced, I will convert them. If they cannot convert and still follow those corrupt gods, just let them go."
"Yes... However, my lord, if those pagans still exist, your glory will be tarnished by them——"
"Those who live in the past will eventually be abandoned by time and turn into dust together with the old times. If they block your way and do what you want, my glory will be with you."
The man in black robes took a deep breath. The "Lord of Heaven" has entrusted everything to him, and he will definitely live up to his trust. Those "gods" who have empty names but do nothing, are actually
It should not continue to hinder the world.
The gods he follows will eventually bring a new dawn to El. And he himself will remain in history forever in the name of the founder of the new world.
"May everything return to the beginning you indicated -"