The fall of the Holy Boya Empire's royal family, after three months of brewing, completely ignited the entire Southern Continent.
However, this detonation was not like the explosive explosions of the past, but rather a silent eruption that instilled utter despair.
Such a powerful empire was destroyed in a single day; such a terrifying outcome would be difficult for any country to accept.
Humanity's most powerful collective force was so utterly vulnerable before these extraordinary beings from a thousand years ago!
Panic permeated the countries of the entire Southern Continent, but this panic was limited to the upper echelons. The common people, who would have died anyway due to the war, were largely unaffected by it.
After all, dying of starvation is death, dying on the battlefield is death, and dying at the hands of Pale God is death.
Death is inevitable, so what's so surprising about it?
On the contrary, countless ordinary people were delighted by this.
"Great! Pale God is truly wonderful! I never imagined that the emperor would die before me, this is truly fantastic!"
"That's right! Kill them all! That's what a true God is—to treat everyone equally!"
"That stupid Holy Lord Church only accepts the rich. The Pale God is much better; he kills everyone, rich or poor!"
The racial struggle quietly transformed into class antagonism, a change that astonished even His Majesty Norton, who had always been confident of victory.
It's unbelievable that even before the industrial age has arrived and the sixteen-hour workday has begun, class conflict in the Southern Continent is already so severe.
However, upon further reflection, Norton found it to be quite reasonable.
Just as the transition from the feudal era to the industrial era was accomplished through armed revolution, the remnants of the feudal era are no longer compatible with the current stage of social development, thus giving rise to subsequent revolutions, which is also the reason for this situation.
In that case, wouldn't Norton become the good guy again?
Your Majesty Norton, well done!
It was thought that with the destruction of the Holy Boya Empire's capital, other countries would seize the opportunity to invade and annex its territory, thus establishing the First Empire.
However, contrary to expectations, as victory was so close, the emperors of the Southern Continent did not take the opportunity to rush forward and gain merit. Instead, they suddenly pulled back from the brink, and a series of retreat orders were sent from the rear to the front lines. The battlefield, filled with smoke and fire, ushered in a lasting peace.
As winter approached, the massive holy war, which had lasted for less than four years, came to an abrupt end with the destruction of the Holy Boya Empire's imperial palace.
This result not only surprised people around the world, but also Norton himself.
He always felt that the emperors of the various countries in the Southern Continent were all a bit crazy. From the group of popes who continued from the mythological era, such as Old Adam, Yalian III, and even the last two popes, Saint Peter and Duoxia, to the emperors of the various countries today, their thinking was just too damn lofty!
Whether to follow the Pale God like a dog, thus enjoying a life of subservience second only to the emperor, or to fight desperately, sacrificing their lives and even their kingdoms to seek a future free of shackles for humanity, their choices were far beyond Norton's expectations.
With the fall of the Holy Boya Empire's royal family, all nations withdrew from their wars, their resources largely intact, leaving them with ample fighting strength. However, the situation in the Southern Continent has changed dramatically. In less than a month, nations have begun establishing diplomatic relations and outlining agreements for peace, friendship, and cooperation.
Meanwhile, the navy, which had not suffered any losses, began to assemble its forces and requisition merchant ships and private vessels, seemingly intending to develop its presence at sea.
In the early spring of the sacred year 1577, as the ice broke, all nations adopted an almost identical " Northern Continent Development Agreement."
The main content of the agreement is to carry out large-scale, large-scale, and complete development of the Northern Continent that has been discovered so far. The Northern Continent has a suitable climate, a pleasant environment, and most importantly, a vast land area, which is much larger than the existing usable area of the Southern Continent.
Using such a prime location merely to capture ship slaves would be an abomination to heaven; it would be far better to use it to establish a colonial system for rapid colonization and complete occupation.
Of course, this is the official version of events.
Internally, the essence of the matter is that the immense power revealed by that Pale God is truly terrifying. The Holy Boya Empire's royal family was completely destroyed. Such a method of cutting off the lineage is extremely frightening to the nobles and royal families of various countries. Therefore, they can only try to relocate the royal family in order to establish a second empire and leave behind a means of backup for the empire.
Only then could the nations of the Southern Continent launch a campaign against the Pale God Pale God, either to destroy him or to kill him, thus gaining true freedom!
During this period, the Aodelan Empire's palace was extremely busy, with all its staff being redeployed. Apart from Princess Maria, who often accompanied Norton, all other members of the royal family were sent out on missions by Miles XIII under the pretext of external colonization, and were dispatched in batches to the Northern Continent using those colonial ships.
In addition, most of the experts in the palace who studied the Pale God were transferred away and sent outside the palace for various reasons.
The entire palace is now almost an empty shell.
Miles XIII stood on the observation deck atop the palace, gazing out at the departing members of the royal family and their servants with a cold expression. Though his face was utterly indifferent, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his turbulent emotions.
"Father!" Miles XIV's sorrowful voice rang out behind him.
Looking behind, apart from Miles XIV Miles XIV, all the other close members of the royal family were standing behind him, each looking at his aged figure with sorrowful expressions.
This parting meant they would never return to their homeland, and this would likely be their last meeting with Miles XIII.
Thus, the long-lost royal family affection was finally revealed.
Even among royalty, such a familial separation is still deeply moving.
Miles XIII gazed at the pale palace where the Pale God resided in the distance, a touch of sorrow rising in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, and his voice remained cold.
"Leave as soon as possible, lest that Pale God notice something amiss!"
Hearing his father's stern voice and seeing his back, which he had never bent in his entire life, Miles XIV's voice trembled and his eyes reddened.
He slowly knelt on the ground, then said in a trembling voice, "Father! Your son will definitely rebuild our Aodelan Empire in the Northern Continent and bring glory to humanity!"
Miles XIII stood still, offering no response.
This attitude made Miles XIV realize that his will was broken, so he did not delay any longer. He got up from the ground and quickly led his younger brothers and sisters to leave.
Hearing the departing footsteps behind him, Miles XIII's wrist trembled, but he forced himself not to turn around.
Just as the sound of his retreating voice reached the doorway, Miles XIV finally spoke:
"When governing the country, we may no longer need to adopt our current system... The Holy Boya Empire was destroyed, and the people did not develop fear and hostility towards that Pale God. On the contrary, they unexpectedly revered him. Class contradictions within my Aodelan Empire have surpassed the racial contradictions of that Pale God. This makes it difficult for righteousness to prevail, and instead allows the Pale God to occupy the hearts of the people."
My son may be able to work for the benefit of the people and clearly explain the relationship between racial and class conflicts, so as to occupy the position of the greater good of humanity... If things cannot be accomplished here, and the Pale God is beyond our power... then do not return."
Miles XIV shuddered, his hand gripping the doorframe trembling slightly, making a creaking sound. Finally, without a word, he turned and left.
Miles XIII returned to his aloof demeanor, only letting out a slight sigh when his gaze fell upon the Pale God.
"Thirteen... Father is with you..."