The Legionaries' Transformation

Gibbs led four Shadow of Order into the palace, a cramped palace of the native king that could barely accommodate the five giants.

The king, wearing a golden crown and holding Golden Scepter, sat on his false the Throne, his swollen chin trembling.

"Imperium of Man?"

"You come from heaven to subjugate us earthlings."

The Shadow of Order spoke calmly, as if what he said were the absolute truth.

You have no choice.

"What?"

The king chuckled, "I have an army of 100,000, and I also have..."

Before setting off, Gibbs had a detailed conversation with Arsena, and he received advice from the Primarch's Attendants.

Everyone in the Legion knew that Arsena Dunn came from a backward world and could understand the thoughts of the natives.

The Lawyer then thought of the Primarch's Attendants, who represented the Primarch, and decided to take his advice.

Demonstrate strength to make the indigenous people realize the gap in power, and then get them to "patiently" listen to your persuasion.

The Shadow of Order in an instant; a gun was drawn, and a shot was fired.

Rumble!

The left wall of the palace disappeared in the explosion, the palace shook violently, and the supporting pillars trembled, holding the palace up.

The "Lawyer" surveyed the terrified crowd and addressed the king, who had fallen from the false the Throne.

"This is the power of our weapons. Even your most elite knights, lined up in formation, would be blasted to dust."

"Your weapons cannot harm us in the slightest."

"To make you fools understand, I'm giving you a chance."

The Shadow of Order slammed his right gauntlet against his chest. "Use your weapons and fire a volley at my armor."

"You'll understand later."

"Really... really?"

The king, supporting himself with his scepter as he rose from the ground, asked incredulously.

Although the giants' black armor appeared thicker and sturdier than the knights' golden armor, the muskets of their Golden Lion Dynasty were the best among all nations.

A single volley of fire would surely riddle the Black-armored Knight with bullets.

A flash of Blood Red crossed Gibbs's eyes; the stupidity of the person before him was almost unbearable.

For a moment, he wanted to draw his Chainsword and, like he used to be Reapers, saw off the heads of these fools.

This was easy for him; he could do it. The backward natives posed little threat to him, and he was leading thirty legionary Warrior.

But Gibbs immediately thought of the expectations of the Primarch, and reason prevailed over anger.

You only have one chance.

The king immediately regained his confidence, and to ensure that the black-armored Warrior would never again use his divinely powerful weapon, he decided to gather his best men.

"Summon the Imperial Guard Musketeers to surround him."

Moments later, in the Kingdom's training grounds, Gibbs faced alone one hundred of the Lion's best gunmen.

"Let's begin, don't waste time."

As he spoke, the impatient king raised his hand and gave the order.

"Fire!"

With flashes of fire, the Imperial Guard Musketeers raised their weapons and unleashed a hail of bullets upon the black-armored Warrior.

By the standards of that era, their marksmanship was excellent; most of their bullets hit the black-armored soldiers.

White smoke rose and obscured everyone's view.

The king was both pleased and fearful. The black-armored Warrior who had uttered those arrogant words was killed, but there were still thirty such Warrior in the entire royal city, and they still possessed weapons of divine punishment.

However, he had already made arrangements. All the knights had been mobilized. As long as he could surround and kill these black-armored Warrior and obtain the Heavenly Punishment Weapon, he could unify the kingdoms.

Just as the king was about to give the order, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The black armor gradually became clearer; the black-armored Warrior was not dead.

Gibbs patted the door casually and walked up to the false king, who was practically staring at him with eyes that seemed to leap out of his head.

"He was as tall as the king sitting on his throne," the Lawyer said in a condescending tone.

"As you can see, your weapons pose no threat to us; our weapons can blast you to smithereens."

"You should now face the truth: we can destroy your false kingdom."

"You should feel fortunate that the Monarch Nimrod has decided to give you a chance; submit now!"

The king's face turned ashen. Only when he looked directly at the giant did he realize how terrifying the creature truly was.

The image of him emerging from the smoke of battle was still vivid in the king's mind; the giant before him seemed like a terrifying creature straight out of mythology.

"I..." he asked incredulously, "If I submit to your the Monarch, can I still retain my land, my..."

"Mortal, if you faithfully serve your the Monarch and carry out his policies, then you will retain what you have."

"I... choose... to surrender."

The king spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone filled with humiliation and helplessness.

Gibbs conquered the first kingdom, and then, guided by the indigenous people, led his men on a relentless conquest of other nations.

At the same time, on Persephone Prime EX1, Kirkland's team was making better progress.

The world is unified under a false king, indulging in art such as music, poetry, and oil painting.

Their king, upon witnessing the overwhelming force displayed by the Shadow of Order, immediately chose to submit.

Now, he only needs to solve one more problem.

The king, representing the local people, made a request.

Through questioning, he learned that the local population was sparse because they were all troubled by dreams.

Every Evernight, as they Dream-entry, they are haunted by terrifying nightmares: the biting of man-eating giant fish, the pounce of roaring black panthers...

This kept them awake at night, leaving them in a daze during the day and filled with fear at night.

The king begged them, who descended from the heavens, to resolve the Nightmare that had plagued them for thousands of years.

Kirkland decided to solve this problem and win over the local people.

He summoned three squads of Shadow of Order: "Tonight, we'll disperse throughout the royal city, keep watch, and find the Nightmare that plagues the area."

That night, the soft moonlight shone down.

The Shadow of Order stood guard on the street, watching their surroundings warily.

Suddenly, Kirkland saw a black cat emerge from the darkness with graceful feline steps.

The Shadow of Order keenly sensed that this black cat was special; its gait had a unique rhythm, and its black pupils were like Obsidian.

More importantly, his Spirituality was touched.

Kirkland immediately determined that the black cat was the source of the Nightmare in the city.

This cat is no ordinary cat; its Primarch has a penchant for all sorts of strange creatures and objects.

He'll definitely like it!

Thinking of this, Kirkland tore off his gauntlet.

He suddenly darted out and strode forward.

The black cat keenly sensed the potential threat and turned to run away.

But the Shadow of Order was faster, and within ten seconds it caught up with the black cat that was darting left and right, lifting it up with a single finger.

Nimrod soon received a gift from Kirkland: twenty-three black cats.

When he saw these black cats, he recognized them as Black Dream Cat, the main ingredient for the potion "Nightmare," which corresponds to Sequence 7 of "The Sleepless."

One sidereal month later, Nimrod, who had conquered Persephone, ordered his fleet to set sail.

Bukayo House Arshavin reported that he had discovered a world ruled by knights, which caught Nimrod's attention.