Destruction of Holy Fadlan

"Your Majesty, then... then why is that? The rising and setting of the sun is an eternal law of the world, how could it be changed so easily?"

"That's incredible."

Lang Pu also looked up at the sky, his expression solemn.

As Archmage, the Ogre is more aware of the anomalies in the Weave and the changes in its laws.

Just moments ago, he felt the surrounding elements become extremely unstable, rising and falling like the tides. Immediately afterwards, all magic related to light and heat weakened to some extent.

"No, these laws in your eyes are not eternal, and even gods will decline one day."

Don't worry.

"This situation won't last long."

"Once that one falls into a deep sleep, everything will return to normal, and the sun will rise as usual, only slightly dimmer."

That's what Keosius said.

In Erezege, the sun is not a fixed star, but rather an embodiment of some kind of authority, a projection of laws—for example, the Sigil has no celestial body like the sun, yet it still experiences direct changes in light every day.

Elemental life forms even inhabit the "suns" of some Prime Material Plane.

Amanata is the deity who holds the power over the sun. If his divine power or mind is compromised, the "sun" of the Prime Material Plane will also undergo corresponding changes.

However, the laws of the world are ultimately fixed, and even gods are bound by their Divine Authority, making it difficult to change them.

According to his memory, this "Day Sequence Disaster" would end after seven days.

"Amanata".

"What a terrifying force."

Keosius looked up at the celestial body that was about to fall completely, leaving only a red edge, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Holy Fadlan Empire"

"I must obtain all their inheritance and find the secrets left behind by the old emperor—a treasure trove enough to ascend to godhood."

That's what Keosius thought.

His memories of his past life were awakened once again.

In his previous life, the truth about the death of "Sun Emperor" Aragon I was deliberately concealed by the Three Great Kingdoms and buried in history.

The Three Great Kingdoms, which had always been enemies, joined forces on this matter without prior agreement. Almost all those who knew about it were slaughtered, and all the relevant historical materials were burned.

However, years later, players uncovered the long-buried secret and came up with several different versions of the answer.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Aragon I used some mysterious object to hold that well-known Sacrificial Ritual.

That day, the sun was exceptionally hot.

This earned him the attention of Amanata, and he received the blessing of the Sun God, transforming hundreds of his subjects into divine offspring and establishing the so-called "Sun Legion".

Aragon I himself received it personally from Amanata.

He transformed into the immortal "Son of the Sun," becoming a near-demigod.

Aragon I led the Sun Legion in Southern Expedition, conquering the northern barbarian Gunther Kingdom, the southern Lotito Kingdom, and the western Manasseh Kingdom, and driving the High Elf back into the forests.

However, twenty years have passed.

He established an empire spanning the Feanso Continent — Holy Fadlan.

Aragon I had accomplished a feat that none of his ancestors had ever achieved.

However, his ambitions did not stop there.

This emperor even led his army to fight against demons, monsters, and even the Celestials in planes such as the Gray Waste, the Endless Abyss Plains, Scorched Flame Hell, and even built several fortresses in the Astral Plane as transit stations.

A century of rapid development.

The world grovels at the feet of the empire.

The glory of the Holy Fadlan Empire has spread to the multiverse, and all the Imperial People are more proud, confident, and arrogant than ever before.

However, over the course of this century, Aragon I's ambitions grew ever larger, and he was no longer content with the position of emperor. He conceived a bolder, even blasphemous, idea: he wanted to replace Amanata and become a true god.

So he built the Eternal Sun God Pyramid and held another grand Sacrificial Ritual to pray for the arrival of the Amanata.

But this time, Aragon I found the blasphemous twelfth-circle spell— Apotheosis Spell —in ancient, long-forgotten ruins, and he even used some mysterious means to shield the world from the spell's perception.

When the Amanata descended, Aragon I unleashed the spell, transforming the eternal pyramid, originally used for sacrifices, into a prison for the gods.

The embodiment of the Sun God is roaring.

The entire pyramid was trembling.

The power in the world has shifted.

In an instant, Aragon I obtained the coveted Divine Authority of the Sun God, but he did not acquire the divine power to control the sun.

An endless stream of light and heat surged forth.

Like a volcano about to erupt.

The next moment, the erupting sun turned Aragon I to ashes.

This arrogant and ambitious emperor did indeed fulfill his wish and became the true Sun God.

But that was only for a moment.

After this farce, Amanata regained his divine position, but the experience also severely damaged him, leaving him extremely weak and his Sun God Power extremely unstable, with the timing of sunrise and sunset becoming disordered.

At this moment, he had only one choice—to fall into a deep sleep and undergo a recovery process that would last for hundreds of years.

Before falling into a deep slumber, Amanata, outraged by the blasphemy of mortals, withdrew His favor from the Holy Fadlan.

The sacred sunlight no longer shines upon Fadlan, and the so-called "divine offspring" within the empire are gradually losing their power.

After blaspheming the gods, the empire ultimately lost its protection and was destroyed by the ambition and ignorance of mortals.

The sun was dim and without light.

The war raged in Fei An Suo.

The vast Holy Fadlan collapsed suddenly.

Tiamat, Abyssal Devil, Hell devils—various forces seized the opportunity to flood into the Prime Material Plane, ushering in a chaotic New Era after the glory and splendor of the empire.

The sun had already set, with a lingering glow of sunset still visible on the horizon, while the night grew dark and gloomy.

Keosius seemed to hear the cries and wails of people from the south amidst the flames of war, and the earth-shaking roar of the battlefield.

In the years leading up to the start of the war, the glory days of Fadlan had not yet faded, and the Three Great Kingdoms that inherited the empire were still at their peak.

Hundreds of legendary divine descendants, thousands of Sun Warrior, and nearly a million mortal soldiers were locked in a fierce battle in the central part of the Feanso Continent, causing the sky to darken and the earth to crack, almost turning the area into a blood-red ruin.

The remains of Holy Fadlan are being wantonly trampled and destroyed by his descendants.

Keosius narrowed his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing deep within his Golden Vertical Pupils. He slowly extended his claws, and blazing flames erupted from his palms.

"What an extremely cruel era."

"However, this suits me just fine."

"The glory of Holy Fadlan has faded, and a new dawn is about to rise. The old king is dead, and a new king shall rise."