Chapter 902 The Returning Emperor

In the big world of Boya, the sky is gloomy, the wind is blowing, the rain is swaying, and a low, gloomy atmosphere envelopes the whole world.

Over the sky of Origin Continent, thunder roared, splitting several cracks in the dark clouds all over the sky, and along the cracks, a golden sacred light poured out from it, as if there was a glorious kingdom of God hidden behind the dense clouds.

After the dark clouds, the sacred aura gathered here to form water, but it was stained with an ominous color of blood. This is the land of order, the holy residence of Tyr, the god of justice, on the earth. It should have been hidden in the void, but now it is directly reflected into the present world.

The ruins are ruined, the glory has become a thing of the past, and the order here has collapsed. On the highest mountain of order, Tyr, the god of justice, was nailed to the top of the mountain by a spear. of the Codex text, He died.

Huh, the wind is surging, the shadow is cast, a dark red body, under the black scales seems to be flowing magma, with two long horns that look like sharp swords, a hideous looking dragon with a chaotic atmosphere came to the top of the mountain, this It is the seventh-order mythical dragon species, the Black Prison Flame Dragon, and on the back of the Black Prison Flame Dragon stands a three-meter-tall, burly figure with slightly curly golden long hair, dark yellow eyes, particularly deep, and a heroic appearance. A majestic knight in scarlet armor.

"This era is an era of chaos, and order is the most fragile thing."

"The Mensa Empire has only one master from the beginning to the end, and that is me. You have overstepped, and death is your only end."

Steady and powerful words sounded. Standing on the back of the dragon, the man looked like a tall king looking down on the once powerful divine power, the God of Justice, Tyr.

Tyr is in charge of justice, judgment, and law, and is also a top existence among the gods. He has even begun to refine the three kinds of theocracy, and his level of existence has surpassed the seventh level in the general sense. The rudiments exist similarly.

In the past years, even many ancient existences believed that Tyr would be the next eighth-level main god among the gods. This was not pure flattery. If it hadn’t been for natural disasters, a series of changes would have occurred, causing chaos to wreak havoc on the world. With the development of the times, the overall style of the world is attributed to order. It is entirely possible for Tyre to refine the power of the Lord of Order based on the three theocracy of justice, trial, and law.

But it is a pity that with the revival of the demon tide, the appearance of the twelve natural disasters, the dusk of the gods, and the invasion of alien starry sky forces, this era has completely fallen into a rampage. Chaos is the main theme of this era, and the god of justice who advocates order has become the era. the reverser.

After Ragnarok, the fallen god of justice, Tyr, returned to his birthplace, the Mensa Empire. With his solid church foundation and strong personal strength, Tyr quickly established himself in the Mensa Empire. root.

As time passed, after the initial chaos, because of Tyre's good name and powerful strength, some gods who also advocated order spontaneously gathered under Tyre's command, including the son of shadow Erebus , Proseus, the son of flame, and Hephaestus, the god of forging and craftsmen, a small god system was formed in a short time.

Under such circumstances, the power of the Mensa Empire inevitably fell and was completely controlled by the gods. The imperial family directly became a puppet, but the final result of the matter changed dramatically. Walk out of the tomb of the empire, the glory of the empire will continue to shine.

"His Majesty."

The smell of blood filled the air. An old man with silver hair and wearing a lion heart armor came to the blond man with a twisted shadow. He exuded the aura of iron and blood. Majestic, but he seemed very humble in front of the blond man.

"Erebus, Son of Shadow, has been slain,

Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths and craftsmen, was wounded and escaped, and the Frostwolf and the White Hart were hunting him down. "

The deep voice sounded, and the old man reported the final result to the blond man, and if there are scholars who are proficient in history here, they will find that this humble old man is actually the first generation of the Mensa Empire. They have to be exactly the same as the legendary Alexander Auguston, the founder of the Mensa Empire, and they should have died again.

"What a disappointment."

Without looking back, Alexander Auguston's eyes still stayed on the body of the God of Justice Tyr.

Hearing this, Ulise Hamilton, the first Duke of the Golden Lion, lowered his eyes even lower.

At this time, a tall tree with broad leaves, shaped like an ancient banyan tree, with countless air roots hanging down, exuding an extremely strong natural atmosphere appeared behind Alexander.

The air roots spread, and the gray skin was stained with blood, piercing into the gods of Tyr, the God of Justice, and Erebus, the Son of Shadow, like straws.

Holding the divine body of Erebus, the Son of Shadow, and looking at the bloody Qi roots spreading over, the muscles of the Golden Lion Duke unconsciously tensed up.

The divine light was brilliant, and as these air roots penetrated into the bodies of Erebus, the son of shadow, and Tyr, the god of justice, the branches and leaves of the ancient banyan became greener and greener, like translucent emeralds. The dense green air naturally radiates out, and the smell makes people feel ecstatic.

Taking a deep breath, feeling the joy emanating from the body to the soul, the hidden fear in the heart dissipated, raised his head, and looked at the ancient banyan tree, especially the branches and leaves that quietly condensed out, shaped like plums, exuding sacred The breath, the small emerald green fruit all over the body, a light flashed suddenly in the pale golden eyes of the Golden Lion Duke, full of desire, excitement and greed.

The Maharaja Tree is a mythical tree species mastered by Alexander. The reason why Alexander was able to open up an empire like Mensa that unified the entire continent and achieved unprecedented feats was largely because of the Maharaja Tree.

Both the aura and the fruit produced by the World Master Tree have incredible power, which can improve the innate aptitude of living beings and help them break through bottlenecks.

In the era when the tide of magic subsided at that time, the reason why the Mensa Empire was able to give birth to five seventh-rank throne knights one after another, suppressing the entire era was because of the existence of the Maharaja Tree, and the four dukes of the empire, including him, all ate the Maharaja The fruit of the tree was only promoted to the seventh level. The only pity is that the fruit of the world master tree is too difficult to bear, and it takes a long time to conceive.

However, after waking up from a deep sleep this time, the Duke of Golden Lion discovered that the World Master Tree can feed on the gods. Under such circumstances, the speed of the World Master Tree's fruiting is greatly accelerated. He doesn't know what kind of secret there is, I don't want to explore, I just hope to get a few more fruits.

"The rebels have been slain, and it's time to announce to the nation that their emperor is back."

Steady and powerful words sounded, and at some point, Alexander Auguston turned around.

Feeling Alexander's gaze on him, the Duke of Golden Lion felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, preventing him from disobeying him in the slightest.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your brilliance will surely illuminate this world again."

The distracting thoughts in his heart were cut off, and the Duke of Golden Lion knelt down in front of Alexander on one knee.