Chapter 665 Things That Can Be Inherited (1w1, End-of-Month Mega Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Asmodei Empire, New Capital.

Saint Montasini Fortress.

Saint Montasini Fortress is the largest city in the central region of the empire. In ancient times, it was a war fortress, patrolling the Montasini Mountains. Its origin lies in a saint of the Holy Sun Church who slayed a mountain dragon in ancient times, named after the saint who protected the peace of the area.

When this saint was alive, mobile cities had not yet appeared. He protected the residents around the mountains, and opened up the vast plains and farmland around the Montasini Mountains, making this place the granary of the entire empire.

Now, Saint Montasini Fortress is the capital of the empire. The plains and farmland guarantee the food supply of the imperial capital. Naturally, many agricultural mobile cities have also moved here, serving as satellite cities of the imperial capital, forming the empire's largest mobile city cluster.

Karl City is a small city. Apart from the Baron of the Karl family, the residents are only a large number of tenant farmers and servants. Only a small number of craftsmen and artisans have their freedom.

The Asmodei Empire does not support slavery. However, in many cases, even if the nobles call themselves the bourgeoisie and refer to the many people under their control as free people and citizens, they live no differently from slaves under the lord's supreme authority over the mobile city.

Although it is a small city, because it is not far from Saint Montasini Fortress, the city's greenery is also high, so occasionally some big figures from the imperial capital come here for vacation.

In the dC district of the city, there is a huge garden, as well as a swimming pool simulating the South China Sea beach, which is very popular among some high-ranking officials and nobles. The city's market also sells some good wines to these high-ranking officials, which is quite famous in the surrounding area.

Although luxurious, it can also be seen that the Asmodei Empire has actually been at peace for a long time, and the people's strength has gradually recovered.

Since Emperor Asmodei XIII ascended the throne, this tyrannical monarch has personally killed seventeen ministers and nobles, both large and small, who disobeyed his orders. He personally led troops to fight on all sides, forcing the Southern Aristocratic Alliance to hold their positions, repelling the Sea Fleet of the Heavenly Dragon Aristocrats, and making General Yan Shuang of the previous generation honestly guard the border without any dissenting thoughts.

During his term of office, this monarch issued no less than ten 'Strict Laws': thieves are executed, robbers are executed, murderers are executed, and those who deceive others to defraud money are also executed.

If that were all, it might be considered a good law, but the Strict Law aims to strengthen the authority of the ruling class. Anyone who dares not to salute the nobles, dares to pay less taxes, or even just wants to hide in the mountains to avoid the rule of the empire, or remote villages, are all found and punished—in order to count the accurate population of the empire, the empire even launched several large-scale suppressions against chaotic places, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

During the Strict Law period, there were initially signs of riots throughout the country, but under the pressure of the Imperial Guard Group Army and the Sun Emperor's strength, all riots were suppressed. The rebel army in which a certain professor participated was one of them, and the result was that the mobile city that supported the rebel army and intended to be independent was completely destroyed by a Calamity Realm expert, resulting in millions of deaths and injuries.

Harsh. However, it is precisely because of these harsh methods that Asmodei XIII completely cleared all the rotten flesh and residual poison in the vast empire, and reorganized it into a thoroughly centralized great empire with the dignity of the law, the ruling class feared, and the emperor's authority covering the entire territory.

Moreover, because of the strict laws, the urban areas of various mobile cities are clearly divided, and all residents live in their respective categories, never overstepping, which guarantees the order and output of the city.

Many criminals, along with demonized people, have become the empire's forced labor, engaged in various arduous giant projects, contributing to the strengthening of national power.

Although unwilling to admit it, the current Asmodei Empire is indeed more powerful than before.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with the demonized people.

It is better to say that the better the empire becomes, the worse the lives of the demonized people become.

The more chaotic the world is, the higher the status of the demonized people will be. During the period when the Sol Empire was destroyed and the Asmodei Empire rose, the demonized people, because they were born with source energy, were even faintly a higher level than other people without extraordinary power.

And now, even in the most stable imperial capital satellite city, in small cities like Karl City, demonized people can only live in remote isolation zones.

Naturally, there are no tall buildings or manors in the isolation zone. The only means of entertainment is a dilapidated tavern.

Because Karl City's brewing industry is quite developed, in addition to those valuable wines and red wines, cheap distilled spirits and distiller's grains are very cheap, enough for the local demonized people to live in a drunken stupor, forgetting the bitter reality.

The tavern owner is a balding old man named Famur. He is blind in one eye and missing two fingers, which should have been lost in the chaotic era of the early years. He is usually deaf and slow. Occasionally, some small gangsters secretly run away without paying for their drinks, and he can't catch up.

And his wife, Molly, is also missing two legs. She usually sits in a wheelchair in the backyard, basking in the sun, occasionally helping the old man wash the cups. The two have supported each other for almost thirty years.

There are many customers in the bar today. A group of demonized young people, or rather, unemployed vagrants, are gathered in a corner, discussing something. The seats around them are in a mess, full of broken bottles and garbage, completely ignoring the tavern owner's frowning.

And on the other side, there are two old men who look about the same age as the tavern owner, one with white hair and the other with gray hair, silently drinking.

These young people are excited and noisy. It is impossible for normal people to hear what they are discussing, but if a clear-headed person listens carefully, they can vaguely hear keywords such as 'Hope Society' and 'Imperial Army defeated.'

"Do you think we can also find an opportunity to join the Hope Society?"

"I heard that they publicly cultivate techniques, and everyone can practice the awesome guiding technique!"

"That's right, I heard that old Charlie's family on Second Street successfully joined the Hope Society, and now they have become proper professional gentlemen!"

"Svetlana of Hope... she is really the great savior of our demonized people!"

The tone of these people is full of envy and jealousy, as well as a kind of inexplicable confidence that they can do it too.

They even swore: "If it were me, I would definitely be more awesome than old Charlie's family! That family is as cowardly as anything, they are not willing to steal old wine from the winery, they are too timid!"

Looking at the way these unemployed vagrants were swearing, the tavern owner couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "Even if that Professor Svetlana is really the savior of the demonized people... cough... she will definitely not let you people join."

"Hey."

Hearing that old Famur, who usually can't even squeeze out a fart, actually spoke sarcastically, those young people who were usually familiar with him laughed instead.

They didn't care and said: "Old man, what do you know? You are behind the times. We people dare to fight and are brave. The gangs on the street appreciate us. Although the Hope Society has a great reputation, it is a new force after all, and it will definitely accept us."

Apart from these young people and the tavern owner, the two old men drinking by the window on the other side had been silent. It wasn't until the group mentioned the name Hope Society that their eyelids twitched slightly.

The gray-haired old man is tall and strong. If you look at his back, you might think he is a strong young man. And although the white-haired old man looks like an ordinary old man, the calluses on his hands do not look like they were honed by farming. Experienced people can tell at a glance that he is a skilled old knight.

"...Iloviz, you brought me to Karl City, I thought you wanted to treat me to a drink."

The general of the Third Army of the Empire picked up the glass on the table. The best wine in the lower city bar is nothing more than inferior liquor that even the common people of the imperial capital are unwilling to touch.

Although Aharonov doesn't mind drinking it, he obviously has a lot of complaints about it: "If you call me out, at least let me drink something that is wine, not this stuff that tastes like horse urine."

"When we followed His Majesty to fight in the desert, we drank camel urine more than once. At least this is still wine."

The First Knight of the Empire shook the glass, causing the impurities inside to sway. The gray-haired man smiled and said: "How is it? How is this place?"

Aharonov could hear that Iloviz's words had a deeper meaning. He shook his head slightly: "Around the imperial capital, the demonized people with the best treatment are devoted to an organization they have never met... I know you want to say be more tolerant to the demonized people, but this is national policy, and it can't be changed in a short time. Now the Hope Society does have signs of rising, and we can't suppress them either."

The knight chuckled: "I knew you would say that, but actually it's not right."

"What I want you to see is..."

Just as he was about to speak, the voices of the demonized people became louder. They seemed to be arguing about something: "How is it not enough?! If all of us pool our imperial coins, we can always buy a small land boat!"

"At that time, whether it's leaving this suffocating ghost place of Karl City, or really going to the east to join the Hope Society, we can always live a life—what, you had the guts to dig up the Baron's vault, but now you have money but no guts?"

"Or are you planning to be hanged by Baron Karl? Don't tell me you think he can't find out about us!"

Hearing this, the old general narrowed his eyes slightly.

Stealing the property of imperial nobles... even if it's not during the Strict Law period, the best ending for these demonized young people is to be hanged and given a complete corpse.

The knight was also slightly startled, this was obviously beyond his expectations.

But it's not surprising, a group of demonized people with natural source energy abilities joining forces to steal a rural baron's vault is indeed not difficult.

The group of demonized young people were momentarily quick-tongued and blurted out this matter, they couldn't help but be stunned. They immediately turned their heads and looked at the entire bar. After discovering that apart from the tavern owner, only two old men were drinking and daydreaming, they couldn't help but feel relieved: "I almost thought we were exposed, just a few old guys."

"Let them shut up." A cold voice rang out from the team, the speaker glanced at the entire bar, and after confirming that there was no one else, he said: "It just so happens that there is no one else, we will leave this ghost city later, and we are not afraid of being discovered."

The team seemed to be silent for a moment, they were ultimately just a group of hooligans and vagrants. Although they dared to steal the nobles' vaults, when it came to killing people to silence them, most of the demonized people who had never seen blood hesitated for a while.

But soon, probably because they had a sense of confidence for some reason, the original leader of the demonized people gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, after doing this deal, we will leave Karl City directly, whether we go to the Hope Society or the Seaside Capital, we will not stay in this dog empire!"

As soon as these words came out, these people actually had a bit of boldness. They stood up together and were about to walk towards Aharonov and Iloviz.

The knight and general couldn't help but sighed together. The two were also comrades-in-arms for many years, and the general also knew that this was definitely not what his old friend specially brought him over to see, it was purely an accident.

But the accident itself is inevitable. Although the demonized people of Karl City are despicable, after hearing the Hope Society, just the name made them have the courage to steal the baron's vault and defect from the empire.

It's a pity they don't know that unless there are special people leading them, avoiding the sentries, the demonized people's mobile ships or land boats cannot leave the plains.

They have violated the laws of the empire, and what awaits them is judgment.

The old general wanted to stand up and knock down all these demonized hooligans, whose strength was only at the Qi Condensation Realm, and arrest them, but before he could stand up, he could hear a weak voice ringing from the counter.

"I advise you to stop and run away as soon as possible."

It was the tavern owner Famur who spoke.

The balding old man was originally accounting on the counter. After hearing the demonized people's remarks about silencing them, he didn't panic, he just sighed and put down the pen in his hand: "Baron Karl is a miser. He has to look at his own vault at least twice a week to enjoy the sound of gold coins colliding... Whether your theft has been discovered or not, the arrest will start at the latest tomorrow."

"If I were you, I would go directly to the city guards now and bribe those people to leave the city. Don't even think about going to the Hope Society, they will never accept you this group of thugs. Just divide the money and go to various fixed villages to hide your names, at least you can survive."

"Old man!"

Hearing this, the group of demonized people immediately turned their heads. They were obviously a little angry: "What do you know? I was originally planning to spare your life later, but now you are going to die!"

"And what are we escaping from? We are thugs? We are resisting the empire's evil policies! You are obviously also a demonized person, why do you seem to be speaking for the empire's shitty nobles?!"

"Haha." The tavern owner touched his head. He chuckled dryly: "The current demonized people are resisting the empire with this kind of method?"

"Old woman, I have lived for more than seventy years, and this is the first time I have heard such a ridiculous thing."

A voice that sounded like mockery, but because it was too old, it seemed helpless, rang out from the backyard: "Isn't that right, old man? Stealing a little bit of the nobles' gold coins, and being so scared that you want to flee the city, and even want to kill demonized compatriots to shut them up. It's so different from us back then."

"That's right." The old man stood up, his curved spine straightened, making Famur's originally small stature suddenly become a lot taller.

The one-eyed old man raised his eyes and looked at the crowd in front of him, and said lightly: "This kind of trash, if I were that Svetlana, I wouldn't even accept them, I would just kill them on the spot."

As soon as these words were said, the faces of many demonized people stagnated, and then they turned angry.

But obviously, the old couple did not intend to hold back. Accompanied by the sound of the wheelchair moving, an old woman with both legs broken from the knees slowly came out from behind the scenes: "The world is gradually becoming peaceful. I thought we could just rot here in a miserable but peaceful way, but now it seems that our 'compatriots' have no gratitude for living in a peaceful era—back then, we couldn't stand having to lick the floors that the nobles stepped on when we went out, so we rebelled in anger."

The group of demonized young people originally wanted to retort a few words, such as 'what the hell is the world gradually becoming peaceful', but after hearing Old Woman Molly's words, they couldn't help but be stunned.

They had never thought that the Famur couple, who had lived in the lower city of Karl City for so many years, had any background... Apart from living a little longer and being particularly cowardly, what characteristics did they have?

These young people forgot that as demonized people, being able to live for more than seventy years is a special characteristic in itself.

With his eyes half-closed as if open, Famur looked at these young demonized people, and a smile recalling the past appeared at the corner of his mouth: "That Asmodei XIII guy, he is really disgusting in other aspects, but he is truly a great hero in terms of governing the world and reorganizing order. And his rectification of the Central Plains has turned all the originally abandoned land into farmland, so that even the common people who originally didn't have enough to eat have surplus grain to brew wine."

"In just a few decades, he has made hundreds of millions of people in the empire, including the demonized people, full and free from hunger and cold. I shouldn't have rebelled against him... But sometimes, living itself must have a breath. Without this breath, it's just walking corpses, it's better to die."

The old woman also chuckled and patted her thigh, her gray and white hair swaying: "It's not just that breath. That dog emperor wanted to take our whole family to fill his tall tower. This kind of tyrant should be opposed. After we are full, he wants our lives. Should we spare his life just because he did what the emperor should do?"

The old man walked behind the old woman and supported the wheelchair: "Yes, that was when we were most high-spirited and most like a person. The entire city was full of rebels, and even ordinary civilians rebelled—the Strict Law, as long as someone reports it casually, the receiving officer will not even investigate and directly pronounce the death penalty. It's not just us demonized people who are suffering, everyone is living without any taste when eating wheat cakes!"

"Indeed, how refreshing." The old woman shook her head, seemingly recalling her youthful years. She sighed: "Unfortunately, the empire is too strong. What's the use of having more rebels? All the nobles and all the strong people agree with that tyrannical Thirteenth Emperor, after all, everything he does is to ensure the interests of the nobles... A few months? Our rebel army was wiped out, and the entire city was annihilated. Seven or eight meteorite craters appeared on the ground. The scene was terrible. You only lost a few fingers, but I lost both legs."

At first, the young people thought that the two old people were just bragging, but as the aura gradually became thick, gradually became deep and terrifying, the demonized people's instinctive sense of source energy made them tremble and retreat behind the wall.

"Hahahaha, but what about now?"

Famur let out a loud laugh. He opened his one eye and scanned the group of demonized people in front of him, his eyes as sharp as blades: "We are lingering on our last breaths, feeling that there is no taste in living, and preparing to rot here. Who knew that the empire's rebels are getting worse and worse, and have become such lowly hooligans."

"Yes." A gleam of light also bloomed in the slits of Old Woman Molly's squinting eyes: "Back then, we charged the old capital with the elder brother, broke through the city walls three times, and were all seriously injured. We almost really broke into the core city of the inner city and scattered the graves of that dog emperor's seven generations of ancestors, but in the end, weren't we wiped out under the siege of the three major group armies?"

As she spoke, she sighed: "I originally thought that we could do something to change the world. Even if we were defeated and died, at least we could leave a spark in the hearts of our compatriots, leaving a seed of resistance... Heh, in the end, nothing has changed. All our efforts have been in vain, and everything we have done has been a waste of time..."

The old man comforted: "Don't think so, dear. Look, didn't a Hope Society appear? That Professor Svetlana is much stronger than us. He actually took down a piece of territory, claiming that everyone is equal, which is exactly what we want most—we can give up this tavern and go east to see what's going on."

"We are old and can't fight anymore, but we can see what the future looks like."

These words sounded weak, but their strength shook the entire tavern. The outside world was not affected at all. The bodies of the old couple were surrounded by source energy, and the brown and purple brilliance expanded, making the two old people look more than ten years younger.

Not only were those demonized people shocked and speechless, even the general on the side was shocked.

Iloviz smiled bitterly. He secretly sent a message to his friend: "Did you see? The two leaders of the old capital rebels that we wiped out back then are lurking in Karl City."

"I originally planned to bring you to see that these former rebels can now live in peace. If we treat the demonized people better, they can definitely live like normal people... But now it seems to be somewhat counterproductive."

The words of the two demonized old people, although bland, contained a passionate power. The leading demonized hooligans had been shocked and sat on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

Old Famur, who usually didn't say a word even when he was owed money for drinks, and at most just raised his crutches to hit people, actually showed such a powerful strength. This feeling was simply as unbelievable as the street dog that they usually looked down on being a hellhound.

But the fact is the fact, the plain words outlined the chaotic world decades ago.

The struggle of the previous generation of demonized people to fight for the rights belonging to their talents seemed to have gradually settled, but with the appearance of the Hope Society, everything that had been silent rose again.

Aharonov originally wanted to stand up and take action. He didn't recognize them before, but now that Iloviz reminded him, he recognized them. These two were old friends back then, the two leaders of the largest imperial rebel army, the taciturn Famur and the silent Molly.

This demonized couple back then had powerful source energy skills to control the amplitude of fluctuations and vibrations. When the two joined forces, they could exert the power of nearly a Calamity Realm expert, creating violent earthquakes and even the collapse of the rock shell, causing the heavens and earth to be silent, leaving only the wailing of collapse.

They were the biggest contributors to breaking through the walls of the old capital. They were thought to have died long ago, but they didn't expect to be hiding here.

Dozens of years have passed, even if the other party was seriously injured and hiding their names, but as their opponent back then, Aharonov would not think that the other party's strength had really declined—dozens of years of meditation, serious injuries and disabled limbs, being able to live to this day as demonized people is enough to prove that these two are basically at the Calamity Realm.

He must take them down as soon as possible.

Thinking like this, the hand of the old general, who was about to take action, was pressed down by the knight.

The general would naturally not be angry about this, he just looked at Iloviz with some doubt—his friend had fought with these two for the longest time back then. Although the gap between their strengths was like heaven and earth now, they were rivals back then.

"I originally just wanted to bring you to see them."

Iloviz looked helpless. He didn't expect things to develop like this at all.

He originally just wanted to bring his old friend to see acquaintances and explain his thoughts, but things have reached this point, so he can't let the war restart: "And this is inside the city, are you planning to fight with two Calamity Realms, even if they are Calamity Realms with hidden injuries, inside the city? The entire Karl family, along with the entire city of Karl, will be destroyed!"

"That's hundreds of thousands, nearly a million lives, old pal, don't do it. If they want to leave, let them leave. Otherwise, if the imperial capital satellite city is destroyed, it will still be the empire that loses face!"

"Let them go. Just as they said, they are old, they just want to see the future."

This reason could not convince General, but Iloviz's strength and the attitude that did not allow rejection could.

Aharonov took a deep breath, and then pretended to be trembling like his friend on the side. Then, he watched the two demonized Calamity Realms of his era fly forward and turn into two streams of light, flying towards the east.

It was like some kind of echo.

At this moment, accompanied by the departure of the two demonized powerhouses, there were faint sounds of preaching from the distant other side. The knight and general raised their heads together. In astonishment, they could see a beam of source energy rising into the sky, echoing the light of the Holy Sun that shot straight at the Tower of Babel.

That was the phenomenon of preaching to thousands, the loudest voice in this world, in this era.

Just by listening to it, the knight and general, who were among the strongest people in the current world, understood the mystery. Every scene made by Svetlana was transmitted through the information in the source energy, reflecting in front of their eyes.

They let out a breath. Aharonov couldn't help but clench his fists. He turned his head with some annoyance and looked at the knight on the side: "My friend, look, you have given two Calamity Realm powerhouses to our enemies with both hands—now you have let the Hope Society have two more Calamity Realms for the sake of less than a million civilians. When they attack our cities, how can the number of people who die be just a million?"

"Why do they want to kill civilians?" The knight asked back. Although he was a little shaken, his expression was still firm: "I can feel his integrity, his ideals and ambitions from the source energy of this Professor Svetlana... He is not the kind of person who can allow his demonized people to massacre cities. He even hates evil and will kill those bad people first."

"Listen, Aharonov, did you hear his preaching? He wants to make all people equal, everyone can cultivate, everyone can become strong... Although there are screening conditions, the screening conditions lie in the character. Only those who have a firm will, are kind, and have principles can cultivate his methods!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. In the tavern where many demonized young people had been scared and couldn't stand up, Iloviz took a step forward. He looked at the direction where the light pillar was with an excited voice that was difficult to suppress: "Yes, teaching without discrimination! Equality for all! This is exactly what I want, what I have been wanting to persuade His Majesty to do, is this step!"

Turning his head, the knight looked at his white-haired friend with bright eyes. He said excitedly: "He is right!"

"What he is doing is what I want to do, but can't do!"

"Iloviz."

Aharonov nodded silently, and then shook his head: "But we are the empire, and the other party is demonized people."

"If right and wrong can be divided so simply, there would have been no wars in this world long ago—you also know that slogans are just slogans, and we can never let the other party's slogans come true."

He said in a deep voice: "This means the collapse of the imperial order. You know how terrible a new chaotic era is."

Gritting his teeth, the First Knight shook his head in disbelief: "But what he said is right, we are wrong—can't we just change?"

"Believe me, as long as we change, this world will still belong to His Majesty, and he will still be the only and respected emperor of all demonized people and all ordinary people!"

"...Do you really know what is right and what is wrong?" The old general paused, and then sighed: "Iloviz, you have noble beliefs and ideals, but you should also look at reality."

"His Majesty's reform of the grain industry can make 90% of the world full, and the remaining 10%, those deep mountains and old forests, isolated from the world, can't be given food even if they have it, and it's half the effort to give it, this kind of people will always exist."

"The demonized people are like this, the source energy furnace needs souls to amplify it. This can allow hundreds of millions of people to live, and can allow many mobile cities to start at a low price. It can be said that one person raises millions... Their death is certainly regrettable, but it is necessary for us."

Speaking cruelly like this, the old general turned his head and looked at those demonized people who had fainted under their pressure. He disdained: "Look, these trash, who stole other people's wealth, were known because of their big mouths, but wanted to silence them... Being burned to become fuel for the operation of the empire is already contributing to this world."

"Do you want to protect such demonized people?"

Iloviz shook his head: "Of course not."

"But friend, you have misunderstood something. These people are hooligans, gangsters, thugs, just because their environment makes them like this. Apart from stealing, robbing, and doing evil, they can't find other ways to live—the manor doesn't let them work, their taxes are heavy for farming, and the demonized people are so oppressed that it seems that no matter what job they do, it's not as good as not working."

"It is we who have made them become thugs. We, the creators of these rules, should reflect!"

"Remember!"

Aharonov's voice became stern, even when he let go of the two demonized strong enemies before, he had not been so excited: "His Majesty will not be wrong."

"Moreover, the creator of the rules is only His Majesty, you and I are just ministers, so we should do our duty as ministers!"

These words did silence the knight. The gray-haired man seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed dejectedly: "Yes, His Majesty is the greatest."

"But, but I always want to make His Majesty more correct... I know His Majesty is already good enough. Who can be promoted from the slightest, end the chaotic era, and pacify the country, making evil crimes almost cut off from the core residential areas?"

"His Majesty can make everyone full. This is something that twelve generations of emperors, including most of the time of the Sol Empire, could not do. I know this is already very good, but I can't help but hope that His Majesty is more perfect..."

"Your Majesty..."

Hearing his friend's heartfelt desire, even the angry general before did not want to say more heavy words. He just shook his head slightly and sighed: "Iloviz, you don't understand. His Majesty must be the correct, glorious, but the only leader of the empire."

"Think carefully, Sir Knight, the most important thing in this world is never just whether it is simply right or wrong, but the 'survival of the species' and the 'continuation of the rules'."

He stretched out his hand, a slight wave flashed, and a silver sharp airflow cut off the throats of all the demonized people present.

Aharonov slowly walked out of this tavern where there were no living people except the two of them, and said in a heavy tone: "The Holy Sun is about to be extinguished. This is an inevitable doomsday. Every force is thinking about how to let their group survive in the darkness that may never be ignited again."

"Whether it is the Light Chasing Order, which plays with machines and prepares to turn everyone into soulless dead objects."

"Or the Holy Sun Church, which intends to link everyone's souls and integrate the memories passed down from generation to generation to create artificial gods."

"Even the Yan Shuang Army, which engages in personal worship; the Heavenly Dragon Aristocrats connected by blood; the Southern Aristocrats who use power as a bond, actually have their own methods."

"Even the Northern Barbarians, whom we despise and fear the most, who worship the Twilight Dragon, have their own unique inheritance, beliefs, and the path they insist on—their goal is to let the twilight come, and all things return to death, so their beliefs are the most firm."

"Moreover." Saying this, the general looked at the knight, his tone cautious: "They all have an inheritance that can be continued, a common belief, and a set of power systems that can be passed down from generation to generation!"

"Technical leadership, head selection, strength first, bloodline is important, family rotation, inheritance continues... Every force, every group, has its own system that can be inherited."

Hearing this, the knight couldn't help but be stunned.

He seemed to be somewhat dazed, and then said somewhat difficultly: "You mean, our empire..."

"Yes."

Aharonov finally couldn't help but reveal the truth to his friend: "Our empire represents the imperial power system."

"Asmodei XIII will die, but the 'emperor', the 'Sun Emperor' will live forever—when source energy is cultivated to the limit of the Calamity Realm, the life of the strong is not only limited to the body and soul, but can transcend the limitations of these two, and be寄宿于(reside in) their mind-light body, and even the 'belief', 'inheritance' and even the 'system' represented by the mind-light body!"

"As long as the empire exists, the Sun Emperor will exist! Human power is limited, but the power of the people is almost infinite!"

"The Holy Sun will be extinguished, and the strong will die because of fighting against the great disaster, but as long as the system they entrust exists, they will be resurrected and once again lead us out of the darkness and through the dark era!"

"'The survival of the species' and the 'continuation of the rules' are the immortal truths of this world, the two complement each other, and must not be shaken!"

At the same time that the general revealed the truth hidden behind this world to his friend.

On the other side of the world, a man looked up at the high sky, gazing at the changing sky of this world.

"If I want to make everyone equal in the world, then everyone in the world is my enemy. Now people who demand equality are only because their strength is low. I can imagine that when all the demonized people have transformed the curse into blessings, they will think that they are superior, and those ordinary people who do not have demonized blessings will be inferior."

"I can kill some people, destroy a city, eliminate a sect, destroy an emperor of an empire, and let an era exist under my deterrence."

Su Zhou stood on the top of the deserted hall, and he looked at the thunderwood tree condensed from his arm, and he couldn't help but shook his head slightly: "But these, in the end, are nothing. This world seems to have different orders, but in essence, it is just for survival, so you can do anything, it's just the instinct of living things."

"No matter how lofty ideals and vows I make, as long as I leave, as long as I no longer stay in this world, the correct will cease to exist, and the incorrect civilization will eventually return to nothingness."

The ball that loses its driving force will gradually stop due to the resistance of the world and the instinct of life.

Therefore, he can only teach.

Just like the dragon-slaying heroes may all become dragons, but as long as the art of dragon-slaying spreads throughout the world, it may be able to curb the existence of evil dragons.

Just before, Su Zhou taught everyone how to promote the world.

The change with power is limited after all, only the teaching of wisdom can change instinct.

Even if all the wrong people are eliminated, there is a part of the wrong in the hearts of the new people themselves. If there is no acquired education, the original life is destined to embark on a difficult path.

They will kill each other, exploit each other, be enemies of each other, and even eventually war each other, and exterminate each other.

There are endless civilizations in the multiverse. How many can develop themselves to be correct, or even relatively correct?

How many can survive the limitations of instinct and survive disasters and wars?

"Therefore, what I have to do is not just to defeat someone."

The man's voice declared to himself: "I want to overthrow the entire empire, things have to come step by step, the decadent old system must be eliminated, leading the demonized