The system has to be used even if it is pulled

The gods of Pendor rarely appeared in person. During this period, the sky over the continent of Pendor was often filled with thunderous noises, and Zhao Yuanlang could clearly feel the huge energy fluctuations in the sky.

"Marius, Ulrich, after I leave, you must govern the country for me. Don't let me down." Zhao Yuanlang put on his armor, wrapped himself in a thick cloak, and carried the Demon Slayer Sword behind him.

"Your Majesty! Why are you doing this?" Marius asked in confusion.

"You don't know that you are too weak. I have reached a state of peace, so I can go out and gain some insights, and by the way, I can deal with a few restless bastards in the empire."

“Your safety!”

"Nothing. As long as the gods don't take action, I'll be fine. Okay, I'm leaving. Manage the empire well. Be vigilant against those threats. Have all the major towns pay more attention and patrol at all times."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

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On the open plain, Zhao Yuanlang rode on the demon charging horse, braving the cold wind, and moved forward along the messy traces on the road.

Fortunately, the Demon Charge Horse is not afraid of the cold. In this cold winter, it is still warm all over. Another Demon Charge Horse is carrying several packages of food and water.

The night was long and terrifying for Oswood. He hurriedly controlled his horses to escape in the biting cold wind.

He clearly saw that the number of his men was decreasing. The strong wind seemed to have no effect on the man behind him, and the arrows were not affected at all. Can you imagine a situation where one person could beat more than 200 people? Oswood didn't need to imagine it. He saw it with his own eyes. After more than of his men were killed, that man took away the lives of six or seven people with each attack.

Who would dare to fight against such a brutal enemy? He was more terrifying and powerful than the devil. Needless to say, the team was scattered, and only twenty or thirty loyal men followed him and escorted him to escape.

It is a bad thing to gallop in the dark, after all, the visibility is poor. Oswood was unlucky because of a stone and fell off his horse.

His men dismounted and hastily pulled up the dizzy Oswood, but they lay motionless because several of their heads were missing.

The other men on horseback immediately rode away, leaving Oswood alone, trembling as he looked at the knight in the dark.

"Who the hell are you, you bastard? What's the grudge between us?" Oswood shouted in despair with tears in his eyes.

The huge demon sword was placed on his neck, covered in blood. Oswood felt like he was facing a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and he almost vomited.

"I, Zhao Yuanlang Kavala, the emperor of the empire, declare you guilty!"

What! Oswood looked at the knight in front of him in shock. The emperor of the empire, was he mistaken? He was so powerful and so inhuman. He was such a fool. Coming to the empire was really a death wish.

Oswood was in despair. He didn't think he could survive. In desperation, he went crazy and tried to pick up the weapons on the ground to fight back.

"Ah!" One of Oswood's hands left his body.

"Okay, enough nonsense, I still have a lot of things to do."

Under Oswood's desperate gaze, his five limbs left his body, he fell to the ground, bleeding, and he turned into a human stick.

Zhao Yuanlang turned over and dismounted, found a spear and fiercely inserted it into the Oswood Grain Reincarnation Land, skewered him, and then stood him up.

Oswood's face was distorted, his chest was pierced by a spear, his eyeballs were bulging out, but he was still breathing. He looked at Zhao Yuanlang pleadingly, hoping that Zhao Yuanlang would give him a quick death.

"In my next life, I will try to be a good person!" Zhao Yuanlang waved his hand and slowly wiped the demon sword, and Oswood's head slowly fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuanlang began to pack up his things, found a piece of wood, and carved on it: The place where Oswood was executed. The Emperor of the Empire - Zhao Yuanlang Kavala.

The wind got stronger and snowflakes began to fall slowly. Zhao Yuanlang sighed, jumped on his horse and continued to march north.

At dawn, a large army arrived at Dallon Castle. The guards on the city wall blew the horn, and the soldiers in the castle began to crawl out of their beds. They put on their armor in an orderly manner, picked up their weapons, and climbed up the city wall in a queue. The rest of the soldiers were ready for battle at the city gate and in the square.

Elfwan led a group of nobles and hurried out of the fortress. They climbed up the city wall and saw the army outside. It was the Gatu people, a large army of Gatu people, roughly estimated to be more than a thousand people, riding horses, waving whips, whipping a group of captives and people as they walked towards Dalonburg.

"What a bunch of bastards!" Elfwan cursed angrily.

There are more than 2,000 imperial soldiers stationed in Dallon Castle, twice as many as the Gatu people, but Elfwan still doesn't dare to go out to fight, because there is no other reason, the Gatu people are all cavalry, and what they are best at is flying kites. When you are exhausted from chasing, their heavy cavalry will cut into the battlefield and tear the enemy apart.

Although the imperial army had been improved and the soldiers were equipped with spears, the heavy weapons and equipment made it impossible for them to pursue.

The horn of the Gatu leader began to sound, and countless captives and people were pushed to the front of the battle. After the Gatu people waved their scimitars and wantonly killed several people, their leader, the Gatu warlord, rode his horse slowly towards the city gate.

However, before he got there, he heard the army behind him move. He turned his head and looked behind him, as if he saw something unbelievable.

What the hell is that! The three-faced terrifying black giant, nearly 20 meters tall, wreaked havoc among his army, and countless soldiers and horses fell to the ground.

Every time the giant waved his hand, he could knock away a dozen Gato cavalrymen. His men suffered heavy casualties and fled in all directions.

Elf on the city wall looked at the scene in the distance in disbelief. He didn't dare to move because he really didn't know how to face this giant who suddenly appeared.

Countless green gases were wrapped around the giant and floated everywhere. All the Gatu soldiers who were covered by the gas turned into mummies and fell to the ground.

The giant was getting closer and closer to the Gatu warlord, and he was standing right in front of him. The horse under him was trembling. The tribal warriors who were guarding him simply abandoned him and ran away.

The giant disappeared. What happened? Zhao Yuanlang slowly fell from the air. The huge Nemian appeared on the ground. Zhao Yuanlang rode on it, and it began to roar with its head raised.

The Gatu soldiers who had fled in all directions in the distance gathered together again and looked at their leader tremblingly.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yuanlang's cold and ruthless eyes made the Gatu warlord feel cold all over. He fell off his horse and struggled to get up.

The sound of horns, the sound of imperial horns, Elfwan discovered their Majesty and rushed out first with several hundred cavalrymen, followed by nearly a thousand imperial soldiers.

"who are you!"

"Who am I? I am the new god. Pendor will be ruled by me, and the Empire will unite Pendor under my leadership!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Elfwan led the nobles and soldiers to kneel on the ground and pay homage to their Emperor.

"Surrender, lead your tribe to be loyal to the Empire, tell Zakar, Juda, and the tribes on the grassland to offer your loyalty. Otherwise, you will be wiped out from Pendor!"

As Zhao Yuanlang said this, the originally clear sky began to flash with lightning and thunder.

"I am willing to surrender and join the Empire!"