Heavy footsteps fell on the soil of Monarch City as the army of the Sun Sect occupied this majestic city.
Alistair ruled the city with the bloodline of Augustus, and at the same time announced—his brothers' rebellion.
"They betrayed Augustus, betrayed the king, betrayed the faith the people of Nostria were born with!"
"In the face of disaster, there is no reason for us to butcher one another. We have forgotten why the Glorious Fortress was glorious, forgotten the enemy our ancestors fought against."
"The blood of their own kind made them forget their honor."
"I, Alistair, in the name of the king's authority, declare their betrayal!"
In Monarch City, Alistair shouted his declaration of victory, but the problem was that his victory did not exist at all, so in the face of his words, only silence remained within Monarch City.
And outside Monarch City, the other Augustus bloodlines, who could never have acknowledged Alistair in the first place, were even more furious.
With a great army bearing down on the city, whether they had ulterior motives or were loyal nobles, all of them sent out their own forces, and the skies over Monarch City gradually filled with the haze of war.
"Can we win?"
As one of the Augustus bloodline, his confidence in the Holy Flame Empire was absolute. Alistair naturally firmly believed that the empire's army was incomparably powerful, and for that very reason, standing in opposition to such an army made him tense and uneasy.
Opposite him, the last Archbishop, Samuel, had only fanaticism for the Deities in his eyes.
"Believe in us, Your Highness Alistair. The will of the blazing sun favors our soldiers. They are no longer mortals, but extraordinary warriors capable of fighting the Rune Jinn."
"You will not lose."
"That is excellent."
Alistair