The Devil Race's old routine.
They just loved unleashing plagues.
It had been that way since ancient times.
And they liked releasing them during wartime, when the state could not keep them under control.
Fortunately, Lynn had Saintess Ria, that absurd wet nurse.
And he possessed advanced medical technology.
Powerful control—the kind of control no one dared deny in a First Generation founder.
Had it been anyone other than a First Generation, they truly might not have been able to contain it.
Lynn picked up those things: steel armor, exquisite silk, fine steel swords.
Yet under pressure at the border, internal depletion, the blows of disease, and... perhaps at a critical moment, the loss of some resilient core?
Just like Da Ming.
Lynn casually tossed the items aside. Once their supplies were cut off and they fell under siege, they would rapidly become fragile from within.
"If they hadn't been thinking only of defending cities, but had instead put down roots, farmed, defended themselves, and united as one, it shouldn't have ended up like this."
He turned and looked south, toward what was now the Central Lands—the direction his great army would soon march.
Humanity's homeland.
Humans used flowers as family totems, yet Flower Land was not west of the Central Lands, but east of them.
That land bore the slightest resemblance to, yet was in truth entirely different from, the centralized monarchy of the Dacian Dynasty.
That was Flower Land.
And here in the west, in a place similar to Europa.
It was actually called the Hot Summer Land, or simply the Summer Land—the land of Zhu Xia.
The empire's capital lay across the strait from where he now stood, in that Balkan region.
Its earliest capital from fifty thousand years ago—the empire's capital.
Later, the empire lost the