Rumble—
The earth was torn apart by an axe that, by comparison, looked like a mole cricket.
Then it automatically healed, returning to its original state, leaving countless soldiers staring in stunned silence.
What was the strongest Imperial Arm? Belvaac! That was everyone's answer at that moment.
Even if they had previously harbored some insincere thoughts, they now treated Falan's orders as imperial decrees.
For no other reason than that soldiers possessed the purest minds.
First, he was their rightful superior. Second, he possessed strength they could acknowledge.
Falan had both at that moment. Even a certain registrar, who had originally planned to report this incident, thought better of it.
After all, someone with such strength was already "justice" itself.
Never mind merely the Northern Foreign Tribes. So long as their superior wished it—
Even wiping out every tribe that had been kept around to train the army would not be a problem.
With that thought, the registrar rode over to Falan's side. "General Stamp."
Falan said, "Hm? What is it?"
The registrar said, "I am Milok Aifez. I hereby pledge my loyalty to you, General."
The soldiers all dropped to their knees as well. "From this day forth, we pledge loyalty to the General."
Falan said, "???" What was going on?
Mikael shook her head under Falan's gaze. "I don't know either."
Aifeizi climbed to his feet. "I am the descendant of the general who once guarded the Empire's northern frontier..."
Falan quickly came to understand. Although it was said that the Empire's twenty city-garrison generals were hereditary—
In truth, the First Emperor had far more than twenty brothers. Milok Aifez was one such example.
The Aifez Family he represented had always stood for the Empire, guarding the northern border.
Falan said, "...I see. Then I accept your loyalty..."