Chapter 109 The alliance between the Emperor and Ao
Silvermoon City is the treasure of the North and the core of the Lords Alliance.
It is located on the north bank of the Shwewen River.
It has a wide pier and a magical arch bridge - the Moon Bridge - that spans the Shwewen River and can only be seen under the moonlight.
The majestic city wall curves into a semi-circle against the river.
It is a beautiful city, full of trees and beautiful buildings.
Sculptures carved from richly veined marble are located throughout the city.
Grass-dotted cobblestone roads traverse every corner of the city.
When the forces of the Lords' Alliance were defeated, the Emperor's legions swept across the Sword Coast and the North.
As the core city of the Lords Alliance, Silvermoon City inevitably became the primary target.
The Emperor and the other three Primarchs each led an army and set out to conquer different regions.
Silvermoon City is the emperor's goal.
Woo!
Woo!
The huge horn was blown, and the sound shook the sky and echoed in every corner of Silver Moon City.
The residents in the city packed up their things in panic, fled from their homes, and fled through the city gate.
The Guardsmen were still at their posts.
But it can be seen from their slightly trembling bodies that their hearts have long been swallowed up by fear.
The generals stood on the city wall, looking at the magic warships in the sky and the advancing troops on the ground, their faces turned pale.
Those lucky ones who escaped told them about the battlefield.
Accompanied by horrific explosions and bright lights, a centurion died in a matter of seconds.
Not even a complete body.
The battlefield was like hell, with broken limbs, broken bones and rotten flesh everywhere.
boom!
boom!
The magic golems and iron guards took heavy steps and trampled the ground.
Each step made a dull sound.
They stopped when they were still a little distance away from the defense range of Silver Moon City.
A fleet of magic warships spread out in the air and surrounded the entire Silver Moon City.
The muzzle of the magic cannon shone with the light of psychic energy.
They are gathering strength.
Once given the order to fire, they will pour their fury into Silvermoon City.
The Emperor and Raven stood on the leading magical warship, overlooking the beautiful Silvermoon City.
Several high-level magicians used the levitation technique to fly up.
One of the ladies was wearing a light-colored mage robe and holding a unicorn staff with a silver moon emblem.
She flew at the front, and she was clearly a leader.
"Ms. Alustriel Silverhand."
Through the raven's reading ability, the Emperor learned the past and stories of the leader of Silvermoon City.
Alustriel is a powerful mage and a chosen one of Mystra, the goddess of magic.
So far, it has lived for more than seven hundred years.
"Dear Lord of Mankind."
Alustriel bowed, behaved elegantly, and looked at the emperor with a very complicated look.
The other party possesses a kind of nobility and holiness that mortals cannot reach.
Even the saint transformed by the gods is not one ten thousandth as good as him.
One can't help but wonder what mysterious identity he has.
"I'm glad that you can use such a title. Does this mean that Silver Moon City gives up resistance and chooses to surrender?"
The Emperor looked at Alustriel and asked.
"If this is the case, it will be completely preserved and no innocent people will die."
Alustriel ruled Silvermoon City for over a century.
Persist in promoting peace and magical development among all races.
Today's Silver Moon City is not only a city, but also the embodiment of her lifelong ideal.
"Is there no other choice? Silvermoon City can become your vassal, and then the Alliance of Lords will also work for you."
"If there hadn't been that war, I might have considered it." The Emperor smiled, "But the war has broken out and you lost."
"If some things are lost on the battlefield, it is absolutely impossible to get them back in negotiations."
"You have only two choices, either let Silvermoon City burn to ashes, or surrender unconditionally."
The Emperor's toughness made Alustriel look hesitant.
She looked at the magical warship in the sky.
Each one is so huge, surging with amazing magic power.
Looking at the ground again, the magic puppet and the steel guard were walking side by side, full of a solemn sense of oppression.
Alustriel sighed softly.
"I choose to surrender."
Alustriel had no choice.
Once the Lord of Mankind orders an attack, the entire Silver Moon City will be reduced to ashes.
Those who stay will also have a very miserable ending.
That kind of scene was definitely not what she wanted to see.
"It was a wise choice."
The emperor looked down at Silvermoon City and smiled.
The upper city area of Silver Moon City is a gathering place for the powerful.
The families that can own mansions here all have long-standing heritage and have complex interest networks in the North.
They influence various decisions in Silver Moon City through their wealth and status, ensuring that their status and wealth are not compromised.
Without this war, they would have enjoyed the wonderful life brought by wealth and power for generations to come.
And now, it's all over.
As the leader, Alustriel chose to surrender.
The nobles were unable to organize any effective resistance.
Even if they spend money from the treasure house, no one is willing to accept their employment.
The news coming back from the battlefield was terrible.
Mercenaries don't make money that they won't be able to spend.
Enver leads the Iron Warden into the upper city.
According to the orders of the person holding the seal, take away the wealth of those powerful people.
A lot of gold, silver and jewelry were taken away by the escaped dignitaries.
But those left behind are still an extremely exaggerated wealth.
The Iron Guards, made of magic and steel, have no human emotions and will only obey orders resolutely.
The threats, intimidation, and bribes of the powerful are useless in front of them.
He could only watch as the family wealth accumulated for thousands of years was robbed.
The nobles who were unwilling to resist were immediately suppressed by the steel guards, and then their heads were chopped off.
Headless corpses were thrown on the streets, and the heads were hung as a warning to those who were ready to take action.
"Get out."
"Get out."
Several soldiers pushed the embarrassed nobles and escorted them away.
Enver looked at the guys.
There is an unprecedented strong sense of satisfaction in my heart.
Silvermoon City.
The most glorious pearl in the North.
The core of the Lords Alliance.
He once had plans to develop in Silver Moon City, but the competition here was too cruel.
The nobles have already formed a complicated network of interests, and outsiders have no chance to get on the chessboard.
Now, he controls the life and death of these big shots.
Breaking into Silver Moon City is much easier than fighting to break into Silver Moon City.
"I am here today all because of myself." Enver lamented and sighed.
This journey has been really difficult.
"From now on, I will not allow others to talk to me loudly."
"Enver." A soldier rode a war horse from a distance. "The Master of the Seal has sent a new order. Anyone who is willing to cooperate in handing over wealth should not be overly embarrassed."
Enver immediately put on a flattering smile, swung his legs like hot wheels very fast, and trotted all the way to the messenger.
"Please tell the Master, I will do it beautifully."
"Remember the order. If you disobey it, you know what will happen." The ordering soldier turned his horse's head and left.
The flattering Enver watched the messenger walk away, turned to the dignitaries, and changed his face again.
The stern faces made the powerful men tremble in their hearts, and they lowered their heads for fear of being targeted.
"Let them hurry up, they must finish searching the upper area today." Enver shouted, "These bugs should dedicate everything to our Lord."
The fall of Silvermoon City was a landmark event.
It represents the destruction of the Lords Alliance.
The three Primarchs led the troops and swept away the remaining forces of the Lords Alliance.
As they advanced, Waterdeep City, Neverwinter City and other cities fell one after another.
The Sword Coast and the Northland, ruled by the Lords Alliance, completely changed hands.
Subsequently, the Emperor proclaimed the establishment of the Human Empire, with the national emblem being the double-headed eagle, and the god he believed in being the god of French fries and ketchup.
The beliefs of other gods must either choose to be affiliated with the God of French Fries and Ketchup, or be expelled from the Empire and prohibited from continuing to preach.
The capital of the empire was chosen as the Holy City, a newly built floating city.
As for the multi-ethnic problem within the Empire, the Emperor did not kill it with a stick.
The situation in each universe is different, and you cannot copy the practices of your own universe.
For example, dwarves, elves and other races that can intermarry with humans and reproduce offspring will basically not be expelled or discriminated against as long as they are friendly to humans.
The Emperor resolutely suppresses and eliminates races like the Githyanki, mind flayers, and Cambions that are hostile to humans.
The establishment of the human empire had a great impact.
Not only the countries in the world of Toril, but also the heavens, were also in turmoil due to the establishment of the empire.
The Emperor's act of declaring himself the god of French fries and ketchup and suppressing their faith completely offended the gods.
The oracles issued one after another, and believers everywhere ran away because of the wrath of their gods, causing the planet Toril to be turbulent.
The Emperor was indifferent to this.
He increased the intensity of reforms, crushed many forces in the cities of the North and the Sword Coast region, and integrated resources together.
Foundries rose from the ground, huge chimneys billowing smoke.
A large amount of weapons and equipment were produced like water, arming the army of the new empire to the teeth.
Even if you receive the blessings of the gods, you will never be able to resist the wrath of these powerful equipment.
The Invincible Legion has been formed, and the huge magical war engine will conquer the world in the name of the empire.
The mass production frenzy was ignited, and everyone in the new empire must join in, perform their duties, and contribute their own strength.
A comprehensive war affecting the entire world, and even multiple dimensions, has begun.
Once the war machine is activated, it will not stop until it crushes all enemies.
After a short rest.
The Emperor turned his gaze to the countries in the South.
South of the Sword Coast region, there are three ancient empires.
They are the Empire of Amn, the Empire of Tethyr, and the Sultanate of Calimshan.
They have thousands of years of history.
Because they have witnessed and experienced tragedies caused by magic, they have a deep-rooted tradition of banning magic.
The Emperor asked each of the three Primarchs to choose a target and launched a campaign to conquer the Southlands.
Facing the empire's exaggerated armada of magic warships, as well as magic puppets, steel guards, and troops armed to the teeth.
The three empires simply had no power to fight back.
The long-term strategy of banning magic has left them lacking spellcasters.
They also lack the means and experience to deal with magical creations.
The three Primarchs destroyed everything along the way, sweeping through the cities in their path.
Perturabo was still the fastest of the three Primarchs.
The target he chose was the most powerful Amn Empire.
This empire lasted for more than a thousand years.
The country's main population is Tethyrian.
They were once slaves of the Calishites, but after an uprising they broke free from their chains.
In turn, they enslaved the Calishans and became the new slave owners, enslaving other races.
The Amn Empire pursues militarism.
The emperor was both the supreme consul and the generalissimo.
This country is extremely hostile to spellcasters.
Anyone caught using magic would be found guilty and burned alive. The elves are also often persecuted and do not dare to appear in the country easily.
The Amn Empire lacks spellcasters, but its technological level is not low.
Because they formed an alliance with the golden dwarves.
As engineers and mechanics, golden dwarves provide smelting technology and various engineering creations to the Amn Empire.
The Amn Empire not only possesses muskets, but also steam tanks, steam ships and other technological creations.
This kind of strength is considered to be the top strength in the world of Toril.
It's a pity that they are facing the human empire with transcendent magic technology, and Perturabo, who is born for war.
The fall of the Amn Empire was already doomed when the Emperor set his sights on its location.
"All slaves will be free, and farmers will have the right to share equally the land and wealth of the nobles. Follow the Lord of Mankind and you will have a better life."
When Perturabo captured Esputa, the gateway city of the Amn Empire, he publicly announced it to the survivors.
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Such a slogan is undoubtedly a nuclear bomb for a feudal empire that pays attention to class distinction.
It pitted the lower class and the powerful of the Amn Empire against each other.
Especially since Perturabo has won consecutive battles.
This further destroyed the majesty of the ruling class of the Amn Empire.
It makes the slaves and the lower class get ready to take action and have the urge to challenge each other.
Slave and civilian uprisings broke out one after another in various places.
Armies in various places rebelled or simply fled, unable to organize any decent counterattack
The powerful Amn Empire was already in turmoil in just half a month.
When Perturabo arrived at Athkatra, the capital of the Amn Empire, also known as the City of Gold Coins.
Loyalists loyal to the Amn Empire launched a last desperate counterattack.
They gathered all their forces, steam tanks, warships, as well as professionals, palace guards and so on.
He rushed towards Perturabo's army in fear of death.
However, their loyalty and courage changed nothing.
The steam tanks and steam cannons built by the golden dwarves are living targets in front of the magic warships and huge magic puppets.
As soon as they fought, they were beaten into scrap metal.
The army that looked upon death was blown into a pile of rotten flesh by the devastating attacks released by the magic warships and puppets, and was trampled into pulp by the magic puppets.
The Emperor of Amn, who was watching the battle on the city wall, chose to surrender in despair.
"Another empire fell."
Isobel, the priest who followed Peturabo on the expedition, sighed as he looked at the purgatory-like battlefield.
"This is the general trend." Jaheira, the leader of the Harpers, looked at the emperor coming out to surrender in the distance, and said casually: "The world of Toril will be unified."
The collapse of the three empires shocked all countries.
"The invincible demon army has risen in the north, and the terrible tyrant will enslave the world."
Rumors spread in various areas, causing everyone to be in danger.
"This guy named Emperor is really interesting."
"If he is the devil, then who are we!!"
The controller of the first level of the Nine Hells, the fallen Seraph Zariel, heard those rumors and muttered.
Zariel was once the Seraph of Heavenly Mountain.
Because of his strong sense of justice, he left heaven and formed a team of Hell Knights to fight into the abyss of hell with the intention of ending the eternal bloody war.
However, the long killings overwhelmed the Hell Knight warriors.
When the portal opened again, many people became deserters.
Outnumbered, Zariel and the remaining warriors were captured by the demons of Hell.
Eventually he fell into depravity and became the controller of the first level of the Nine Hells.
The changes in the thread of fate make the future chaotic.
The ambitions of the Lords of the Nine Hells have expanded again, thinking that this is their chance to defeat the gods and seize the entire multiverse.
Zariel took human form and entered the main plane as the vanguard of hell.
She will open the gates to the abyss of hell and pave the way for the army.
Once he entered the main material plane, wherever Zariel went, he heard the same story.
Emperor, Emperor, Emperor.
Those small kingdoms fell one after another, and their resources and population were absorbed into the behemoth empire that wanted to rule the entire world.
"A mortal king who wants to unify the world is really wishful thinking."
"As soon as Hell attacks, the so-called Emperor will know what despair is!"
Zariel put aside the matter of the Emperor.
Secretly gather people, make plans, and prepare a large-scale hell formation.
Normally, the gods would notice her actions and send followers or warriors to stop her.
However, this time it was very strange.
The gods did nothing to stop him, and even asked believers to secretly assist Zariel in obtaining the materials to open the hell circle.
This made Zahariel surprised. When did the gods not care so much about the life and death of the main material plane! !
But Zarrell didn't know that.
The empire's conquest of Toril went too fast, and the gods in the heavens were furious, but there was nothing they could do.
Their followers were no match at all and were beaten all the way.
Each time the attempt to stop it failed, the Emperor's vengeance became more ferocious.
Their temples were overthrown, their faith was banned, and various books recording their deeds were burned.
The gods are restricted by the rules set by the Supreme God and cannot enter the main material plane at will.
If you go down in the form of a saint, you are no match for the emperor.
If Zariel and the other Hell Lords are willing to be the vanguard, they are naturally happy to do so.
When demons enter the main material plane, they have an excuse and naturally descend in their true form.
When the time comes, the first thing to do is to beat the Emperor violently and let him know that the gods cannot be insulted.
The second thing is to beat the demons back to hell.
With the explicit or secret help of the gods, the Hell Circle was opened, and a large number of demons poured into the world of Toril, causing terrible turmoil
The capital of the human empire - the Holy City.
As the Unification War progressed, a large amount of resources and talents were transported to the Holy City from all over the world, making it quickly become a magnificent city.
The Emperor and Malcador stayed in the strategy room.
Check the intelligence coming back from various places, sort out the current situation of the empire, and formulate new plans.
The northern kingdom of the dwarves has been conquered.
The island countries have been conquered.
The Moon Sea & Valley have been conquered.
The expansion of the empire's power is like a snowball, getting faster and faster.
The double-headed eagle has replaced the numerous emblems and flags as the most common flag in the world of Toril.
Every corner of the world tells the great story of the Emperor.
Everyone realizes that the planet Toril will be unified for the first time in its history.
[The established destiny node is changed by 20%, and the Scroll of Nether is obtained [Part 2], analysis of the principles of legendary spells, the principles and knowledge of faith transformation into divine power]
The emperor, who was checking the battle report, suddenly received the reward of a change in his destiny.
Indescribable original power poured into his body, as well as the long-lost knowledge.
It didn't take the Emperor long to master all the contents of the Scroll of Nether [Part 2].
At the same time, he also mastered the skills of how to transform faith into divine power.
"It's somewhat similar to the Dream Converter I got in the past."
The Emperor recalled the dream transformation technology obtained in the Tiga Universe.
That kind of technology absorbs other people's dreams and converts them into energy and faith into divine power.
With the Scroll of Nether, the Emperor can weave the magic web even without the knowledge of Mystra, the goddess of magic.
As soon as he returned, he immediately started to weave a magic web that could isolate and filter the subspace energy.
In this way, even if humans are promoted to a psychic race, they will still be safe and sound.
While the Emperor was thinking about what the future should be like.
The sound of Waldo's footsteps interrupted his thoughts.
"Your Majesty, Seal Bearer." Waldo walked in and saluted the Emperor and Malcador.
"What's the matter? Commander of the Forbidden Army." Malcador raised his head and asked.
Waldo said: "The three primarchs, Perturabo, Mortarion, and Lorgar, are already waiting for His Majesty's reception in the hall."
Malcador turned to look at the Emperor.
"My Lord."
"Let's go and meet them."
The Emperor put down the map in his hand and headed to the hall with Malcador and Waldo.
In the hall at this time.
The raven is surrounded by three primarchs.
The Primarchs held chips and ketchup of various flavors in their hands.
"Perturabo, you did a great job. Take the potatoes and tomatoes watered by the elves' holy spring. The finished products will have a special flavor."
Raven showed off the fries and praised them sincerely.
Perturabo swept through the Elven Forest.
Forced by the empire's military power, the elves had no choice but to surrender.
A batch of precious holy spring water was presented as tribute.
Perturabo took some to water the potatoes and tomatoes.
"As long as you like it." Perturabo smiled and said: "Gale said that he has friendships with several fire element lords and can plant seedlings in the fire element plane. When the time comes, there may be lava-flavored ones. French fries.”
"Tell him, don't worry and work hard. As long as you succeed, you will have a bright future." Raven nodded, "We have to leave eventually. I think Gale is very qualified to serve as the regent of this human empire. .”
"Mr. Raven, please have a taste." Luojia presented a piece of crystal-colored French fries, "These are grown by deep-sea races and have a just right fishy smell."
"No, Mr. Raven, taste this. It's made from potatoes and tomatoes grown in the plane of the dead. It tastes amazing." Mortarion also brought chips and ketchup to the ferry as if he was offering a treasure. In front of the crow.
Emperor: "."
Malcador: "."
Waldo: "."
Damn corrupt people! !
Just as the Emperor was about to step forward and interrupt the bribery of the three Primarchs, he asked them to report the latest battle situation.
Time suddenly stood still.
Even the light stopped at that moment.
The three original bodies, Waldo, Malcador and others were still.
Only the Emperor and Raven remained able to move.
A ray of light emerged, and a man stepped out of the light.
One step after another, it seems like they have crossed time and space directly.
Coming to the Emperor and Raven from afar.
The man's face is neither young nor old, neither handsome nor ugly, it can even be said to be symmetrical and featureless.
He has pale hair and beard, and wears a ceremonial robe that seems to be made of the sky.
The ceremonial robe is black, dotted with tens of thousands of stars and bright moons, flattened into a pattern without protruding, making the ceremonial robe look beautiful and harmonious.
"Ao." Raven showed a hint of surprise.
He recognized the person.
The other party is the guardian of the DND universe, the supreme god, Ao.
This existence, like the OAA in the Marvel universe, is an incarnation of cosmic consciousness and will not appear in front of mortals.
Today, it appeared in front of him and the big guy.
Something feels wrong!
"Stranger, Mr. Raven." Ao saluted the Emperor and Raven.
"Can you see him?" The Emperor pointed to the raven.
"Of course, if it weren't for Mr. Raven, how could you enter this universe!" Ao explained.
The raven's eyes widened, and he felt a little guilty for no reason.
He didn't inherit many memories from the foggy space, and he couldn't understand many things.
For example, what exactly is the mist space and why can it travel freely across universes?
"You are the controller of this universe? You can also be regarded as the master. So when you appear here, do you intend to let us guests leave?" the emperor asked.
Anyway, I have obtained the complete volume of Nether.
Even if they are expelled now, there will be no loss.
"No, you did a great job. You brought a whole new change to this universe."
"This change is benign and will promote the evolution and development of the universe. How could I act like driving away guests?"
Ao shook his head.
"Then why are you here?" the emperor asked with a frown.
"Of course it's an alliance," Ao said.
"An alliance?" Raven's eyes widened, showing an incredulous look.
You, a god above god, the most powerful being in the universe, actually said that you want to form an alliance! !
Isn't this a joke! !
"Yes, form an alliance." Ao said: "Those things wandering in the eternal void are becoming more and more powerful. As far as I know, multiple universes have been corrupted and become a breeding ground for those indescribable things."
"The power of the universe alone cannot resist them. Only by uniting can we have a glimmer of hope."
(End of chapter)