In fact, it is not as simple as the incompetent people under Azir.

The reborn emperor had no one to be with him, and there was only an empty city to accompany him.

Most of the people gathered outside the capital came for water. If it weren't for avoiding sandstorms, many of them would rather stay outside the city walls overnight than enter the city.

They were worried that since the city could rise, it would sink again and bury all those who stayed inside alive.

The glory of Shurima seems to have been forgotten. Azer is waiting in the hall for the real aspiring people to surrender to him, and he will crown the first person with his own hands.

But the reality is cruel. A few days have passed, let alone walking into the hall, there are not even many people who have the courage to enter the city.

A huge generation gap can be created between two generations in ten years, let alone three hundred decades. The huge gap in the times made him a little overwhelmed. There was no familiar city in the familiar city.

Of course, an empire cannot be established by one person. Even the smartest emperor needs the assistance of ministers, and these need to be cultivated from scratch.

Faced with this situation, the arrogant Azir had to relax his conditions and hired several opportunistic mediocre talents, just because they had the courage to walk in front of them under the gaze of countless silent soldiers.

Before the huge empire was on track, news of the traitor came from the end of the East.

Azir, who was raising a tiger, knew that he could not repeat the same mistakes, but because no one was available, he could only lead his troops to attack Zelas himself.

He left the capital as a safe haven for the people, and there were sand soldiers garrisons, so those people could not make any waves.

...

"So now I'm going to stay by your side and wait for Azil to arrive?"

Shiville kept paced in place, all her plans were disrupted, and she lost her goal and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Yes, wait. Or you and I will organize a sneak attack together to weaken Zelas's power first and pave the way for His Majesty's arrival."

Nathus looked at the gloomy sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the haze, and he saw the place of the witch spirit.

"Why should I take me with you? Can't you go by yourself?" Shiville hugged her chest and did not give the other party a good look.

"The weapon in your hand is the key to sealing the Ascenator. Without it, I can't help it. Only you with ascension bloodline can stimulate its power. The witch spirit must be completed by your hands."

Shiville had heard Nathers say similar words several times before, and every time he couldn't help but sigh that good fortune was so irritating.

She doesn't have the heart to be a brave man, but fate wants her to be a brave man and a princess. It's such a naughty joke.

"Isn't this just a matter of course?" Jeno muttered quietly.

"Then have you figured out a strategy? You can't just go straight, right? Zelas won't be beaten in vain."

"I will create opportunities by breaking forward, and you will seize the opportunity to attack and cut the chains on him."

The terrifying power of the witch spirit was able to survive because of these chains used to seal him. Zelas's spirit body was immortal. Only by breaking the chains and unblocking the bondage. Without a container for water, his magic power would naturally collapse.

"Is this your strategy? I thought it was so clever. Zelas is brighter than the sun now. Before I could see clearly, he was about to be blinded first and then killed by a lightning bolt. Can the solution you think of is more reliable?"

Shiville had glimpsed the spirit body that was competing with the sun from afar on the sea. She was like facing a god, and she could not have any idea of ​​taking action.

Is this really something that mortals can compete with?

At the same time, Geno's palm suddenly clenched.

He wanted to take Gana with him, but this plan was too hasty and he couldn't just go on it without understanding.

Nathers clearly pointed out that chains are Zelas' weakness.

Others may not think so deeply that they thought that Zelas would be finished if the chains were broken. Only Geno noticed that things were far from that simple. If the cup was broken, where would the water flow in it?

Zelas's body contains huge energy, mixed with star energy, three types of energy: witch energy and Hex. If a gap is opened rashly, then the already unstable energy will definitely not slowly spread into the air, but will gush out in the form of an explosion. At that time, the entire Piltwolf will be razed to the ground by this energy explosion, just like the big explosion of Shurima, which was ruined by three thousand young people, even even more so.

Nathus may know the consequences, but it is not unacceptable to abandon a city-state that has long been separated for the sake of Shurima.

But as Mrs. Piltwo, Geno would never allow such a situation to happen. The battle must be fought, but Zelas must be led to the city of Lippi as far away as possible.

So he would never agree to launch a sneak attack directly in Piltwolfry, but fortunately Shiver rejected the proposal for him.

"Then I can only wait." Nathus narrowed his eyes and walked towards the chaos with his long-handled battle axe.

He had long noticed the few mortals around Shiville. If they were placed in the struggle of mankind, their help might be very useful. But on the battlefield of the Ascension, the weak mortals were extremely useless, except for a centurion named Sejax.

Nathers had heard of such an exception from the Ascenator who participated in the Battle of Acasia. A mortal actually smashed the head of an Ascenator with an ordinary bronze battle axe.

Geno watched as his death-like figure like a tower in the desert disappeared into the haze, thinking that he finally had the opportunity to do what he wanted to do.

He took out the communicator and tried to contact Kamil.

But as he thought, the communication was indeed malfunctioning, all equipment with Hex Crystal energy could not be used.

Geno turned his head and looked at the other people, and faces flashed in front of him. Someone's appearance flashed in his mind. He was not caught by him, and then he was forgotten behind his head.

Finally, he looked at Gana with Oriana's upper body (floating in the air and hugging the former's neck), and then locked his eyes on Taliyah's face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Taliyah, I'm very happy to see you. My name is Jeno." He stretched out his right hand openly.

"I know you, Oriana often talks about you, can I hold your left hand?"

Taliyah was obviously more interested in Geno's prosthesis, so Geno changed to her left hand as she wanted and held it together.

"I heard that you have a master in Ionia who is well versed in the Wave of Wind. It happened that I also knew a spellcaster who drove the storm. I wanted to introduce her to you, and it might help you master the power of elements more skillfully."

"Really? That's great!"
Chapter completed!