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There was more than just land access to the old town of Soletara.
There was also a canal that ran firmly through the center of the old town.
Although it was a small area compared to other areas, the city expanded to the east, and all the cargo docks were moved there.
Now, the only ships allowed to enter through the old city gate were the cruise ships of the nobility and the imperial ships, and even then, they had to be inspected.
“Shouldn’t that ship be searched too?”
“Let’s just check. You’re from the North. We’re on good terms with the North these days, so let’s not cause any trouble.”
“Okay, senior.”
However, in a situation where all the police chiefs' attention was focused on the 'four people' who were coming in through the ivory tower, three private cargo ships presented to the imperial family by a northern noble were able to enter the central dock without being subjected to too much inspection.
The ship's cargo holds were filled with dwarves, elves, and watermen warriors, rather than the northern black iron.
Their leader was, of course, Justinian.
The green-haired elf princess, Elicia, smiled as if shaking off her nervousness.
“It’s been a thousand years since warriors from each race gathered like this.”
The brown-haired elder, Hartsi, spoke in an unusually sentimental voice.
“The elves were exiled to the southeast, and we and the dwarves were exiled to the northwest.”
She shivered and looked up at the sky through the narrow ceiling window, muttering to herself.
“I’m never going back. I hate the cold anymore.”
Dwarf Chieftain Darin took out the spiral black horn from his bag and handed it out to everyone.
“I finished all the maintenance before you came, but let’s do a final check. If there’s a problem with your personal equipment, let me know right away, and if you have two or fewer black spirals, let me know too. Tie your shoelaces tightly, and relax your shoulders.”
Elf Elder Ikaela glanced at Elicia and spoke in Elvish.
“I am truly grateful to the Holy Emperor.”
"huh?"
“Didn’t you kill all the Soletaras bloodline? If war breaks out again now that the dragon-speaking users who were the decisive factor in the race war have dried up, the world will be ours.”
Elicia frowned.
It seemed like he was scolding me for the content, and also like he was scolding me for insisting on saying that.
“Don’t say that. We didn’t come here to conquer the world. I want humans and elves to coexist. I know they hate us, and I know our kind despise them. But I just wish we could live together.”
Justinian nodded.
A slightly bitter smile appeared on her intelligent and handsome face.
He looked at the elder, his golden eyes shining in the darkness.
“The elf hunt that lasted for a thousand years, and the elven empire that lasted for eons before that, are too old a story to talk about right and wrong.”
When he finally spoke fluent Elvish, Elder Ikaela's mouth fell open.
“In a world where monsters come from other worlds, I have neither the will nor the means to completely deny rule by force. However, I hope that the ruler will be someone who has the power to respect the value of all life.”
“Huh, huh?”
“We ruled for a thousand years, and before that, foreign races ruled, so it’s not like we’re the same. I hope this world moves in the direction of coexistence.”
Hartsy stuck out her tongue.
“You speak well.”
"haha."
Justinian smiled sadly, and Elder Icaela bowed her head.
“I slipped of the tongue. I’m sorry.”
Darin, the dwarf chieftain, smiled happily at the sight.
“It looks great! Now all I have to do is succeed!”
Justinian nodded.
“Yes, that’s right.”
If it was an adventure, it was an adventure.
'I deliberately made the documents I sent to Aristas shabby so that the scoundrel would notice the archbishops coming towards the ivory tower.'
But it was already more than half a successful adventure.
He convinced the kings and elders of each race with knowledge that he had never experienced, but which flowed into his head at some point.
'Isn't a thousand years enough?'
'The problem of erosion is something that all races must tackle together!'
Those who invaded by the Unification Church or whatever had been planning to use it from the beginning.
'If you could make me one with Valencianus, I would have no more wishes.'
I cut them off appropriately, exhausted the power of the scoundrel archduke, and gathered each race together.
Suddenly, Elicia spoke up.
“Justia. Are you ready?”
"hmm."
Justinian collected his thoughts, smiled, and held up a finger.
Woohoo!
Above it, a golden aura blade rose softly.
All the xenophobic warriors on board the ship glared.
“Auror Blade?”
“Sword Master?”
“Oh, when did you get to that point?”
Elicia opened her blue eyes wide.
“Justia. When… did you get there?”
"haha."
Justinian answered with a smile.
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“Aura is about accumulating mana and turning it into a surface. It’s hard to overcome the repulsion and turn it into a surface, but strangely enough, I think I’ve already done it once. Should I be ready now?”
I didn't know if it was some great stroke of fate or a capricious trick of fate.
But he did the best he could with what was given.
'I've prepared one last move.'
For a moment, the eroders hid the black beads they had in their bosoms.
Justinian said as he felt the sound of magic and mental waves bursting out all around him slowly begin to die down.
“Okay. Let’s change the world.”
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It was a world where thousands of serfs wielding pitchforks could not stand against a single naked knight.
An era where there were no large-scale invasions by foreign enemies and wars of conquest had ended.
Soletaras naturally trained its forces mainly with a small number of elites represented by knights.
Today, all of those knights and elite soldiers are spread throughout the old city.
The area from the central dock across from the cathedral to the Imperial Palace was a complete power vacuum.
"let's go!"
“We are returning to this land after a thousand years!”
“The palace of Soletaras is ahead!”
Justinian and 300 of the most elite of the dwarf, elf, and beast races galloped down that road.
But a small number of police officers were terrified and stopped them.
“Stop! Stop!”
“Identify yourself!”
“Huh, huh? Why the ears? Elf…?!”
It was literally trampled under the soles of shoes and swept away.
“To the side!”
“Let’s go to the side!”
Justinian knew from experience how impractical it was to break through the palace gates and climb the long, unobstructed steps to the main palace.
So he guided his warriors through a path that went over the palace walls, not the main gate.
Of course, the Soletaraon Palace was not an easy place.
The Imperial Palace was a place patrolled by a thousand guards made up entirely of sword users and 50 Platinum Knights, known as the Empire's strongest military force, and guarded by battle magicians belonging to the Platinum Knights and battle magicians from the Imperial Magic Workshop using various boundary magic and protective magic.
However, the palace, which was surrounded by mountains, lakes, and gardens close to the fields within the walls, was too large, and there was a limit to the number of people who could be concentrated in one place, and the warriors who were the pinnacle of the three races were not something that could be stopped by that number of people.
“God of the Earth!”
“Steel sings!”
“Every wall of stone and iron will fall down before us!”
A wall more than 4 meters high blocked them, but it came crashing down in an instant after a few swings of the dwarven warriors' axes that were as hot as iron.
Boom! Boom!
It was the dwarf's power to knead stone and iron like clay.
“Stop it!”
“It’s not enough!”
The soldiers guarding the wall fell before they could even properly blow the emergency bugle.
Once inside the wall, a forest that all the gardeners had painstakingly created was revealed.
Trees that have stood there for hundreds of years and oddly shaped rocks collected from all over the empire recreate the great outdoors.
It was a very welcome sight for the elf princess Elysia and the water elder Hartsi.
“Let me show you the power of the forest.”
“Bite them all off!”
Whoosh! Swish!
Elves ran up the trees, and water people mutated and ran towards the main palace that stood at the highest point.
The first to notice them were Dee and Connell.
"uh?"
“Sir. Just now?”
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Most of the Amon Cult's vigilantes were patrolling the new city, but the top warriors, including Dié and Connell, were staying inside the palace.
Valencianus, who was alert to all developments, gathered together the spirit magician Denia, the soul magician Lorelai, and the high priest of the Amon Cult, Connell.
'If you feel anything unexpected, go to the Platinum Knight Commander immediately.'
But even with her parliamentary position, a disabled orphan girl from a poor family could not raise her voice in the palace crowded with administrative and military aristocrats.
So Cornell very cautiously went to the Platinum Knight Commander in the command hall.
“Situation report from the East! Commander Barbatos has just gained an advantage against the Archbishop of Qing!”
“Situation report from the West! The mechanical knights are starting to deal with the remaining winged monsters.”
“Report from the southern wall. Confirmation of the Archbishop’s death is in progress!”
The hall was filled with a large crowd of officers and administrators belonging to the Order, holding crystal balls large and small and receiving images and reports, while the Platinum Knight Commander stood in the center of the room, coordinating everything.
“Send reinforcements to the north!”
“Tell the Ivory Tower wizards through His Majesty the Serenade. Tell them to all join us south.”
“The warrior priests sent from the Gwangmyeong Church ascend the eastern wall.”
Cornell coughed, feeling like the daughter was disturbing her busy father.
“Captain.”
"member?"
“Can you confirm the situation coming from the bead of the guard at the southwest of the palace? I sense a strange energy coming from that direction.”
The Platinum Knight Commander took a look at the clever yet cute short-haired girl.
“…….”
A girl who looked about his age was wearing a suit and holding a cane.
But he knew that she was a conniving slum-clearing woman who had been able to clear slums that no noble could properly address, and he ordered her to connect the scene.
“Show me the video from tower 272.”
“Chiiik!”
“Number 272!”
In the room, only dark light and a crackling sound could be heard.
The Platinum Knight Commander's face hardened.
“It’s an emergency!”
The platinum knights of the main palace hurriedly ran out to the terrace.
“Your Excellency the Commander!”
“They are the eroders!”
Cornell shook his head as he checked the people running up the garden like crazy, destroying the garden below.
“No. It’s not an eroder, it’s a waterman.”
“Suin? Why are those guys who should be up north……?”
“Captain. We must protect the main palace. Please gather the knights.”
“Where are you going, Congressman?”
The Platinum Knight Commander stood in front of Cornell.
I couldn't let a child who was the same age as my daughter go to battle without legs.
But Cornell shook his head as he walked up to the top warriors who had just run out.
“I must be with my followers. Because I made a promise to him. I am a person who cannot abandon the people who elected me.”
And then, dressed in a suit and tapping his cane, he went out of the main palace with Dié.
I saw the people coming up from down there.
“Tear all the Solettaras bastards apart and kill them!”
“Let us quench our thirst with blood and appease our hunger with flesh!”
“Don’t forget the thousand-year grudge!”
A woman with brown bob hair and a wicked, fierce appearance, who looked strangely like Cornell, stood in the lead.
After that, there were 100 warriors of all races together.
Giant horned mountain goat and buffalo beasts, tiger beasts with slender waists and sturdy upper bodies, giant-bodied bear beasts, scaly snake and lizard beasts, sleek cat beasts and charging dog beasts… … .
Cornell looked down at them, then turned his head to look at Dee's face for a moment.
“Mr. Cornell.”
The palace guards and the battle mages on the roof would help, but I was terrified at the thought of losing him.
Choaaaak!
Blue light flashed from the palace roof, and spells rained down, including spears of power, chain lightning, and fireballs.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh…… This is it!”
Although several people fell, it did not seem fatal thanks to their strong magic resistance and the protection of each race's god.
Of course, if those protected by the god Amon joined, the situation would be different.
'Your Majesty, in the end, I am dedicating everything to this city.'
Cornell gritted his teeth as he thought of the scoundrel Archduke fighting somewhere up north.
“Die.”
"yes."
“Come back alive. Fight to live. Fight to come back. Never die.”
Her voice gradually became lower and lower.
“Never, ever, die.”
The warrior god transmitted his voice and power through her.
The warriors of Diwa and Amon took a step down the slope.
Udder, udder!
The next moment, there were about 60 werewolves in that place, showing off their large bodies, glossy fur, and dagger-like claws.
Hartsey looked at Cornell and shouted.
His naked body writhed with shield-like leather and rock-like muscles.
“Hey, half of you are traitors!”
Cornell replied, locking the front of his suit jacket and using his prosthetic leg and cane.
“You are the ones who are destroying the reputation of our god Amon.”
In the garden next to the main palace, those who were born as watermen and those who became watermen clashed.