If the interests of the empire are compared to a piece of cake, then everyone who shares the cake is a vested person of the interests, the nobles and ruling class of the empire.

In order to maintain their status and rights, these people will use their extreme monopoly channels to increase and suppress the latecomers.

At the same time, they will stare at other people's cakes like vultures, and use various means to seek more.

This is the true meaning of the power struggle.

It is also the problem facing Platinum Dragon Kingdom now - Zorro wants to share some of the cake with the civilians, so that they can gain enough strength and support him.

The conservative aristocrats felt that he was shaking the foundation of the existence of the nobles, allowing those mud legs to take over and snatch their cakes.

Even though Zorro is already a qualified emperor, his methods are smooth, he knows the way of balance.

But the problem is that the cake is so big and the contradictions are there. He can use various means to delay it, but it cannot be resolved. As time goes by, the contradictions will only accumulate more and more.

Until one day, he could no longer suppress it, and then, rebellion and division broke out.

As for the solution to this problem, it is actually simple - to make the cake bigger and transfer the contradictions.

To be more straightforward, that is war!

We launched a foreign war to obtain huge wealth and land. While diverting the attention of the people and nobles in China, we sought to make the "cake" bigger, big enough to satisfy everyone's appetite.

This method can also train a large number of powerful warriors with sufficient combat experience and extremely high quality, and they will surely become the backbone of future divine wars.

However, this is war after all, and it is possible to spread the entire Trent plane, sweep all empires, and kill and injured millions of world wars.

Wherever the war passed, there were family destruction and family destruction everywhere, and wife and children were separated.

Zorro did not have an indescribable obsession with expanding territory like his father. On the contrary, because of his own experience, he had a heart of compassion for the weak.

Moreover, the Platinum Dragon Kingdom is indeed not weak, but if you really want to take this path, it means that you are enemies with all the empires in the Trent world, and the final result is still hard to say.

After all, these powerful empires are not vegetarians, and they also have their own guardian monsters!

Looking at this matter itself, the former dragon slayer is about to become the evil dragon today.

And he, Zoro Targaryen, the son who extremely hated his father's actions, was going on the same path as his father.

Fate is so ridiculous and sad!

If anyone can best understand Zorro's complex mentality at this time, only Amon is the only one who can understand Zorro's complex mood and entanglement with the ability to read memory.

But he still didn't speak at the first time. He was actually entangled and wandering. It was not until Zoro's prayer ended and he left disappointed that his voice fell into Zoro's ears through layers of dimensions.

"Our believers, on the road to light, you will eventually walk through darkness, and you will bear sin, but you should firmly believe."

"Everything you did is right!"

"You may fail, but your failure will make the strength of another person. In the end, when Atlantis is unified, the Platinum Dragon Kingdom may be destroyed, but the empire will also be unprecedentedly strong and united."

"That will you be able to gain a glimmer of hope in the war against the gods."

"Your time is gone!"

Zorro trembled all over and suddenly looked up. He seemed to meet an unknown place, the gaze that could see through everything.

He trembled and straightened his body, thinking about the content of the oracle. After a long time, he knelt down on one knee again and lowered his head deeply.

"Great Lord of Nightmare, I understand what to do."

When he got up again, the once majestic emperor came back when he left. His eyes were firm and decisive, and there was no hesitation any more.

He has received guidance from the Nightmare Lord...

The Trent plane, the battle for imperial hegemony, is about to begin...

But who knows that the person who started this war actually does not like war at all. He will carry the heinous sins to carry for the freedom and survival that the entire plane desires.

Amon also doesn't like war!

I was not so cold-blooded that I regarded the life and death of countless people in a plane as a game!

But Trent really doesn't have much time left.

Because only he could ‘see’ the seal of the giant beast became increasingly weak and shattered, and the eyes of the gods seemed to have passed through the space and patrolled here, full of malice and greed.

So, nothing goes back.

In the void, Amon shook his head, exited the Trent plane, turned around and entered the Atlantis plane again.

If the Trent crisis is still brewing, then the war in Atlantis has never stopped.

If Trent's people are about to face a tragic future, then the countries of Atlantis have been struggling in plane wars for thousands of years, and there is no end to see.

Both are not on the same order of magnitude.

For Fao Gasol alone, in the past three months, he and his demon-slaying army experienced twenty-eight large-scale invasion battles, and the rest of the small-scale conflicts and encounters never stopped.

It can also be said that over the past year, Fa'ao has fulfilled his promises without fail.

He either charged to the decisive battle on the battlefield of demon-slaying, or on the way to the battlefield, he never relaxed for a day, nor was he shaken at all.

No one can do specific statistics, but in the estimates of the benevolent people, in just one year and three months, there were no less than one million demons who died in the hands of the Demon-Slaying Legion, and there were thirty cracks in the space.

Not to mention the outcome of a small-scale war, at least the large-scale war commanded and participated in the war were not defeated.

Even the secondary demon lords who came across the border had two fallen into his hands!

You should know that even if the plane suppresses the strength of these stimulating demon lords, they can still exert the power of the legendary peak, and their understanding and use of the power of rules is even more comparable to that of legendary power.

But they were still exhausted by Fa'ao, using the power of nightmare to increase their physical strength, and with the strength of their combat skills.

This news is actually far more exciting than destroying the space crack and resisting the Demon Legion.

In the past three months, the name of the Demon Slayer Fao Gasol has resounded throughout the Atlantis plane, and even some bottomless abyss levels are also circulating his terror.

After countless war baptisms, the demon-slaying legion under his command has long been the most powerful legion in the entire empire, no doubt about it.

Their swords and armor were soaked in the blood and soul of the demon, entangled with wailing curses from the abyss.

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