As night approached, the entire Aodelan Empire remained brightly lit.
The army of nine million men has now deployed only two million in the first phase to surround the entire capital of the Aodelan Empire, in order to prevent the Pale God from breaking through the encirclement.
Knowing that it possessed the ability to fly, this operation also made a slight modification to the ship's winch-projection technology, replacing the thrown iron cables with a massive iron net to cover the sky, so as to prevent the Pale God from spreading his wings and escaping.
The remaining seven million-plus people were all deployed with siege crossbows and chain guns, forming an encirclement around the imperial city of the Aodelan Empire to prevent the Pale God from escaping.
Although its flesh and blood are difficult to penetrate, the extent of its power is still undetermined.
It is Pale God, and perhaps its strong flesh and blood give it great strength, but if hundreds or thousands of iron chains were placed on its body, even the real God would find it difficult to bear such weight.
Ever since the research on the Pale God yielded results, Miles XIII had been discussing how to seal it away.
The past is gone and can no longer be retrieved, and there is no trace of the cross left in the hills behind the Holy See. The only way now is to bind this Pale God Norton with iron chains and immediately fill him into the earth, using the heavy earth to suppress him, so that there is a chance of sealing him off.
So if this confrontation still fails to completely kill this Pale God, then they will gather people to cover him with soil, thus creating a high mountain to completely bury this Pale God!
However, these are just thoughts; the most important thing now is to deal with this Pale God.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Clad in heavy armor, wielding muskets, and even pushing cannons, the heavily armored soldiers slowly marched inward around the imperial city in an encircling formation. Even during the great wars between nations in the past, their heavy armor had never been so neatly arrayed as it was today.
The heavily armored soldiers, capable of withstanding musket fire, moved with great effort, yet the booming sounds created an unparalleled sense of oppression throughout the army.
If the concept of military spirit truly existed in this world, it might actually have the power to suppress ghosts and monsters.
However, Norton is not a ghost, and there is no military spirit in this world.
A year later, the soldiers, who thought the war had ended, were once again dragged to a foreign battlefield, and they were all somewhat uneasy.
This mission is being carried out by the emperor himself, who will have full command. Although fighting for the emperor is an honor, their current position and the target they are fighting against still send chills down the spines of these veteran soldiers.
Who doesn't know that the Vampire Progenitor, the Pale God Norton, who destroyed the entire imperial city of the Holy Boya Empire, lived in the imperial city of the Aodelan Empire?
Although the higher-ups haven't explicitly stated who they're targeting, the sheer size of the army and its well-organized, powerful weaponry clearly demonstrate the enemy's formidable strength. With such power, who else could it be but that Pale God?
This made the soldiers tremble with fear.
But now the die is cast, and there's no turning back.
"Boom boom boom..."
The thunderous footsteps of the dense armored soldiers echoed as a black torrent of soldiers surged into the streets, forming layers upon layers of tight defense over the entire imperial city of the Aodelan Empire.
All kinds of cannons and artillery were aimed at the magnificent palace in the center of the imperial city, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly became extremely heated.
The emperors of the other empires are now all in the rear directing operations and overseeing the overall situation.
Only Miles XIII, who had already resigned himself to death, followed the procession into the imperial city. He took the lead and stood atop the highest step of the imperial city, turning around to look at the steel torrent of soldiers behind him.
The great battle is about to begin. As the initiating emperor, he is already prepared to sacrifice himself to ignite the flames of war in his army, so that they will fight to the death and not retreat, lest they collapse at the first touch.
Four knights clad in golden armor, carrying greatswords, followed closely behind Miles XIII. The golden armor worn by these knights was engraved with the symbols of God, the faith of the Holy Lord Church.
Indeed, even the Holy Lord Holy See has become involved in this incident. Although the army formations cannot provide each person with a portrait of God, the arrangements made regarding the Church are still sufficient to control all the Vampire in the imperial city.
Miles XIII's gaze swept across the vast, seemingly endless army formation beneath him.
His expression was solemn and dignified, and he spoke in a loud voice:
"I am Miles XIII, Emperor of the Aodelan Empire!"
Since the appearance of the Pale God behind the Holy See more than a decade ago, my Southern Continent has been plagued by disasters. Werewolf, Vampire, and all sorts of calamities have occurred frequently. This is all because the Pale God is actually a Vampire Progenitor has stirred up war in the mythological era!
Its nature is ominous, calamistic, and treacherous; its very existence is a catastrophe for our human race!
If we do not eliminate them today, the Southern Continent may become overrun with demons and monsters, and humanity will be reduced to food and prisoners of these demons!
Therefore, the Aodelan Empire, the Holy Noah Empire, the Aidebao Empire, and even the Kaimen Empire and the orthodox Church have all gathered here today, determined to exterminate the evil and restore the orthodoxy of humanity!
This war is a racial war between our human race and other races. If we win this war, the Southern Continent will be restored to its former glory, and the human race will remain the legitimate one!
If we lose this battle, the Southern Continent will fall into the hands of this demon, and the families of all the soldiers, and indeed the entire human race of the Southern Continent, will truly be plunged into Hell!
Soldiers, the emperors of our four kingdoms and His Holiness the Pope have gathered here today, determined to slay that Pale God and live or die with you all!
Let this ancient demon witness the immense power that humanity has developed to this day!
And I, Miles XIII, shall be the vanguard, to realize the grand ambitions of my human race!
The night was pitch black, and the torchlight illuminated Miles XIII's face, adding a fiery aura to the old man.
His loud speech gradually strengthened the resolve of the still timid soldiers below.
Looking at the increasingly resolute faces in the darkness, Miles XIII was determined to add the final burst of fire, so that these nine million soldiers would be like moths drawn to a flame, fearless and without fear.
His aged body straightened its spine, and he reached out and drew the golden longsword from his waist, then shouted.
"Gentlemen, follow me and charge!"
Before he could finish speaking, Miles XIII, First Stage emperor, resolutely charged into the palace!
"Charge!!!"
A deafening roar echoed through the imperial city as heavily armored soldiers, densely packed like a black torrent, followed closely behind Miles XIII.
Emperors may die, they have no more fear!