His name is Aliquin?

"Are you kidding me?"

In Mingdu City, Xite, the Southern Governor of the Light Church and Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Legion, smashed the cup in his hand to pieces.

For some time now, life had been extremely difficult for Xite.

In just one short month, the entire continent had fallen into "deep water and scorching fire."

First, civil unrest broke out in the Holy City. Pope Aodarming was publicly accused of numerous crimes, and the Chief Inquisitor Wuer Nuode personally apologized and offered compensation to the families of the young girls before publicly executing the Pope.

Upon receiving the news, Xite flew into a rage. Although he had been dissatisfied with the actions of this mid-term Pope, how could a Chief Inquisitor judge a Pope? This was an act of supreme disrespect.

Furthermore, to publicly apologize for the sake of mere peasant girls—it was as if they were grinding the face of the Light Church into the dirt.

However, before Xite's fury could subside, a new problem emerged.

In the sky, a group of unknown objects suddenly drifted by, using things resembling crystal balls to broadcast rebellious rhetoric.

According to intelligence gathered by scouts, those things were apparently called airships, and the crystal ball-like recordings on them were called big screens.

Those big screens broadcasted a great deal of rebellious rhetoric every day, publicly accusing the Pope and many other high-ranking officials of the Light Church.

The most troublesome part was that the airships were extremely fast; they tried to dispatch a flying magical beast unit, but they couldn't catch up at all.

Shortly thereafter, an army of tens of thousands descended from the sky without warning upon the Holy City, quickly taking over the city's military and political affairs and declaring that the Light Church was dead and the Interstellar Federation should stand in its place.

Scouts who sent back messages claimed that those people came from the sky, riding things called starships or something similar, and possessed large quantities of things like... tanks? Fighter jets?

The result was that the continent's premier city, the Holy City of the Church, a fortress garrisoned by two hundred thousand troops, was lost in just one day. Over half the army surrendered without forming any semblance of resistance.

That was not even the worst of it. The worst part was that the very next day, news arrived that a large number of unseen steel ships had appeared in coastal regions, and after a massive army landed, they began attacking all the kingdoms.

In just one month, five of the continent's seven great kingdoms had been destroyed. The commoners below were handing over food to the heretic army, and military personnel were surrendering in droves, unit by unit.

After breaching the cities, they actually executed large numbers of Church bishops and kingdom nobles, claiming they wanted to eliminate the royalty and nobility.

"Are you kidding me? Those lowly peasants, to think they don't know their place and dare to strike at us!"

Xite cursed, half in anger and half in fear. He was angry that those peasants dared to judge the high-ranking members of the Church, and afraid that he would be liquidated next.

During this time, he had to pacify the hearts of the people while gathering troops and building defensive fortifications, attempting a final stand.

However, as a man with at least an average level of intelligence, he knew in his heart that given the strength the enemy had displayed, his resistance would likely be ineffective.

Yet, he had his own unspeakable bitterness. He was not a man of absolute loyalty, and he had considered simply surrendering.

But those heretics gave him no path to survival.

Along their path, they were generous to the commoners, but they almost wiped out the families of high-ranking Church officials like him, sparing only a very few who had good reputations and frequently helped the people.

As a high-ranking official of the Church, a regional governor, and a military leader, the number of innocent lives on his hands was countless.

He had once secretly sent men to contact them, testing the waters in hopes that they would accept his surrender.

Then, the men he sent were publicly executed, leaving him completely stunned.

For a regional governor of his status, power, and military control to offer a voluntary surrender—in any historical empire, they would have been jumping for joy, likely granting him a fiefdom and treating him with courtesy.

As it turned out, those Federation fellows were different; they said people like him deserved to be eliminated by history.

After this incident, Xite finally understood completely.

There was no possibility that the heretics would spare him, and since the surrounding countries were all controlled by the enemy, there was no hope of escape. He had no choice but to fight to the death.

However, while he used hardline tactics to force his subordinates to fight to the death, naturally, not everyone wanted to be buried with him.

Three days later, at the front line, a large number of magic crystal cannons were prepared in rows.

Around the magic crystal cannons, a large number of soldiers formed a defensive position, waiting for the enemy.

In the sky, hundreds of mages riding flying magical beasts stood ready.

"General, do we really have to fight?"

On the city wall, the deputy general looked at the general with a troubled expression and couldn't help but ask.

In the current situation, from the royalty and nobility down to the peddlers and pawns, who didn't know that the unification of the Federation was inevitable?

"Do you think I want to? This is, after all, the Governor's order."

The general sighed and then shook his head.

He understood as well as anyone; news had been coming in constantly during this time—talk of steel monsters, flying beasts that couldn't be hit, and iron arrows that exploded.

Judging by the results, they had no chance of winning this battle. The end result of a head-on clash was only death.

Although he didn't quite understand what weapons the enemy used, the front lines didn't lie. Fighting, he estimated, had no chance of success.

But surrendering wasn't that easy either! After all, the enemy hadn't arrived yet. Although the people below were panicked, the Governor still controlled the entire army.

At this moment, the Governor had gone mad. If he dared to harbor thoughts of surrender, he would likely be killed by the Governor before he could even surrender.

The Federation was powerful, but they wouldn't send anyone to protect his safety.

As for a mutiny—to take the Governor's head and surrender—he would need the strength to do so. If he were that strong, he would be the one acting as Governor.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

"General, look at the sky!"

The adjutant's voice interrupted the general's train of thought. Hearing the whistling sound coming from the heavens, the two of them looked up simultaneously.

Dozens of fighter jets roared past at high altitude, their tongues of fire lashing out at the flying magical beasts with blistering speed.

"Ah!!!"

Screams erupted in rapid succession as mages and flying magical beasts plummeted toward the ground one after another.

From the ground, it was clear that the strength of the two sides was simply not on the same level.

The flying magical beasts of the Light Church were too slow, being toyed with by their opponents.

Furthermore, the enemy's defensive capabilities were immense; even when magic managed to strike them by chance, it had little effect.

Moreover, the enemy's firepower was terrifying, and the flying magical beasts were being shot down one by one.

At the same time, the sound of the earth trembling arrived.

On the ground, the vanguard of the mechanized troops charged toward the defensive positions, with rows of vehicles never seen before rushing forward.

"Open fire!"

On the ground, the frontline commander shouted. Following his command, the magic crystal cannons flickered, and a massive barrage of magic was unleashed recklessly.

However, just as the attacks from the magic crystal cannons were about to land, an invisible barrier appeared directly in front of the enemy troops, and the attacks from the magic crystal cannon units failed to cause any obstruction.

"Boom!"

The next second, a massive volley of attacks began to bombard the ground positions. In an instant, the magic crystal cannons were twisted out of shape, and the entire defensive line began to collapse.

Blood flowed like a river, flesh and bone flew through the air; the battlefield was a meat grinder, and that was the state of things at this very moment.

"Run!"

Finally, starting with someone's desperate shout, the defensive line, already filled with panic, completely crumbled.

Everyone began to scatter and flee, and no one cared about any heretics anymore.

In particular, those administrators who had been shouting before the battle about fighting the heretics to the death ran faster than rabbits.

Two months later, the fighting across the various regions had completely subsided. Although many internal problems remained, things were beginning to develop in a positive direction.

The Light Church was abolished, and the Light Continent became the Byron Branch of the Interstellar Federation, with the Holy Capital directly transformed into the Federation's Byron City.

"Lord Huosi, the personnel appointments have been completed. It is estimated that the development of the mountain ranges and mineral deposits in various regions can begin in a year."

Wuer Nuode knelt on the ground to report, his eyes filled with fanatical worship.

During this period, he had witnessed the changes in the continent with his own eyes and finally understood the greatness of Lord Huosi from the bottom of his heart, deciding to completely abandon the Lord of Light and believe only in Lord Huosi for the rest of his life.

"Very good. Next, we will rest and reorganize for two years. Two years later, the expeditionary force will set off for the Dark Continent. Subsequently, within ten years, we will begin building coastal ports and developing marine resources. Seventy percent of this plane is ocean, and the treasures within the sea are very abundant."

Huosi nodded while speaking.

This battle had gone very smoothly overall, and it was estimated that it would not take many decades to replicate the methods used in Yulan.

"By the way, my lord, regarding Chiyan Mountain..." Wuer Nuode asked tentatively.

"Oh? You mean those two gods on Chiyan Mountain? I was just preparing to go take a look in a few days!"

Huosi thought for a moment and replied.

After arriving on this plane, Huosi had investigated and found that besides the rulers of the two continents, there were two god-level beings living in seclusion on Chiyan Mountain.

However, since they were living in seclusion, it was highly likely they would not interfere in worldly affairs, so Huosi had planned to settle the two continents first before going to meet them.

Regardless, they were two gods; he couldn't just leave them be.

"Lord Alikui'en has been a god for many years, he is..."

"Wait a moment, did you just say that the god living in seclusion is named Alikui'en?"

Huosi interrupted him directly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, my lord, his name is Alikui'en."

Wuer Nuode was somewhat puzzled, but he nodded immediately, thinking that his lord must know Lord Alikui'en.

"Interesting, it's actually Alikui'en. Then, is the other one Pusiluo? It seems I must go and meet them."

The corners of Huosi's mouth curled up, as if he had remembered something interesting.

The character Alikui'en was quite memorable. Of course, the reason wasn't him personally, but his pet—a little golden cat, the volcanic passerby Pusiluo.

A master cautious to the extreme, and a pet who wanted nothing more than to kill his master; they had spent hundreds of millions of years together just like that.

A cautious Seven-Star Fiend, an Asura hiding his true strength, one who was exceptionally good at surviving, and one who only wanted to kill his master.

Pusiluo's mental state had become directly twisted under the suppression of hundreds of millions of years. If not for the self-repairing ability of a god-level powerhouse, he would have likely gone insane long ago.

Pusiluo's final attack on Li'ermengsi and his conversation with Linley and the others made it difficult to even say whether his mind was still sound.