The imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire was destroyed overnight; all the houses were reduced to ruins, and the ground was littered with corpses that had been trampled and burst open.
The once mighty royal city was destroyed in a single day, a truly devastating event!
The ruthless methods the Papal State used to control the countries of the Southern Continent in the old era still demonstrate unparalleled suppressive power in this era!
Which emperor wanted such an end?
This terrifying method of direct beheading is what these powerful and wealthy people fear most!
Dozens of ferocious bat-like monsters, each about ten meters tall and with a wingspan of about thirty meters, descended from the sky, destroying the Holy Boya Empire's royal palace and crushing the entire Holy Boya Empire's capital city with their immense power. Countless people were killed or wounded, and the city was destroyed in an instant.
The Holy Boya Empire's personal guards, carrying siege cannons, launched long-range attacks on the bat demons.
Artillery explosions had some killing effect on him, but all injuries healed in the blink of an eye.
It has been confirmed that Emperor Noah XIII of the Holy Boya Empire died on the spot, and the other envoys of the Allied Powers and the nobles of the palace were also all killed. Except for the Holy Lord Church in the imperial city, the entire imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire has been completely reduced to ruins.
The awe-inspiring name of the Pale God has already stirred up a storm. Cade Noah, a member of the Holy Boya Empire's royal family residing abroad, has already traveled from his territory to the capital, preparing to assume the throne...
"Hehe..." Miles XIII held up the document that was being passed to him with trembling wrists. His eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and he was feeling dizzy and disoriented. He could hardly put the familiar words together.
"The imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire collapsed overnight, the imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire collapsed overnight, the imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire collapsed overnight..."
Miles XIII's already aged body seemed to collapse all at once, his entire spirit aged decades in an instant, and he could only mutter to himself incessantly, his eyes blank.
If, at this very moment, the intelligence report in his hand had read: ' The Vampire clan launched a midnight attack on the imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire, killing its Emperor Noah XIII,' then Miles XIII would not have suffered such a mental breakdown.
But ironically, the intelligence report stated that the entire imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire had been destroyed!
Such extraordinary power is on a completely different level from what he previously described as extraordinary!
If this Pale God could easily destroy the imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire, then they have the ability to easily destroy any imperial city!
Miles XIII trembled, his mind involuntarily recalling that enormous, demon-like figure from that night.
"I always thought that times had changed, that the myths of the past had faded away, and that I didn't even care about looking at the history of the mythical era. I thought that the national system between the Southern Continent was the most important thing, and I was even foolish enough to open the door wide and let the wolf into the house! Now, I finally realize that the contradictions in the Southern Continent are not the contradictions between people, but the contradictions between people and gods!"
As long as this Pale God exists, the fundamental contradictions of my Southern Continent will never change!
Miles XIII suddenly realized why the Vampire Duoxia, a remnant of the ancient era, had visited him.
In the past, Miles XIII had dismissed his words with disdain, believing that with the current size of the nation and the transformed environment of the Southern Continent, there was no need to be an enemy of that Pale God; on the contrary, they could cooperate and develop together.
But only now has he realized that, in reality, humanity has always been nothing more than a dish on the Pale God!
He thought that choosing to cooperate with that Pale God was a far better approach than the mythological era, but only now does he realize that he never actually had a choice!
He not only had no power to choose whether to cooperate or oppose that Pale God, but he was even alive only because that Pale God didn't want to kill him!
In this light, the past Church era that he once looked down upon was actually a great era of humankind's struggle against extraordinary forces!
"Call!"
Miles XIII took a deep breath, shakily put down the documents in his hand, picked up a cigarette made from a reduced-quality tobacco product from the Northern Continent, lit it, and put it in his mouth.
His face displayed a series of emotions, including hesitation, fear, regret, timidity, and determination, while wisps of smoke rose continuously from the room.
As the firelight flickered, the sky gradually darkened along with his solitary sitting. Only the long ash from his cigarette, drawn too quickly and left to dangle precariously from the butt, remained hanging precariously.
Time passed slowly, and at dawn, the wisps of smoke had not yet dissipated.
He used to strut around like a dragon and walk with the imposing presence of an emperor, exuding authority and grandeur. Now, his back looks extremely thin, as frail as an ordinary old man. Even the hair on his head, which was originally gray, is now almost completely white.
His once well-maintained skin was now covered with wrinkles, but the fear on Miles XIII's aged face was gone.
"His Majesty!"
A knock came at the door; it was a servant bringing breakfast.
Miles XIII stubbed out his last cigarette in the ashtray, which was littered with cigarette butts, and then his withered, aged body slowly stood up.
As he stood up from the sofa, the imperial aura that had faded overnight reappeared, even stronger than before.
After smoking all night, Miles XIII finally decided to confront that Pale God head-on to uphold the orthodoxy of humanity!
"Summon the prince here!"
"Yes!" the servant outside the door immediately replied.
Not long after, Miles XIII, the eldest son whom Miles XIV had always disliked, rushed over.
She was among the first victims of syphilis. Now, four of her fingers have rotted away, all covered with silver finger cots. Even her neck is covered with red, eroded sores, which are now concealed by a silk scarf. Red spots have even started to appear on her nose.
However, with active treatment, his condition is now relatively stable.
Looking at his eldest son, who was almost unrecognizable, Miles XIII felt a surge of resentment stuck in his chest.
"Father!" Miles XIV bowed, his face urgent.
Having just finished the noble etiquette, he immediately spoke up, "Father, that Pale God has destroyed the imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire. Such demonic acts perfectly echo my past words! Father, although the Blood Clan Progenitor is called the Pale God, his essence is ultimately that of a demon..."
"Enough!" Miles XIII raised his hand to stop his son from speaking.
Seeing Miles XIV's face full of resentment and his anxious expression, Miles XIII finally sighed softly.
"You do have some foresight, and your personality is mature and steady, unlike mine. Such a personality might make it difficult to seize opportunities in a struggle with others, but it is very useful as a ruler who maintains the status quo."
That Pale God was ruthless and inhumane. It was indeed my fault for letting him in.
But no matter what, the past cannot be changed. For the sake of the rightful human race, and in order to fight for the right to true autonomy, I have decided to emulate the Holy Lord Empire and vow to fight this Pale God to the very end!
In order to continue the legitimacy of my Aodelan Empire, I have decided to send you with men and weapons, using ships to travel to the Northern Continent to develop and re-establish my Aodelan Empire. Utilize the long and narrow journey to gain precious time and find a way to confront the Pale God.
My son will remember this.
Myths are myths, and the extraordinary are extraordinary. We should no longer presume to use their extraordinary power, nor should we presume to join them.
In this world, whether it's Werewolf or Vampire, all the extraordinary originate from that Pale God, whose exalted Existence Level makes all the extraordinary his servants!
As for us humans, we are merely a dish on their menu. Unless we kill them, we will never be able to rise again!