The southernmost part of the Katpa region.

Kono Valley.

A troop of several hundred men is stationed here, ready for battle.

They were armed with knives, guns and other weapons, wore light leather armor, and wore the winged sun holy emblem common in the Thracian Kingdom on their chests.

"Captain, do we still need to stay here?"

"Yes, this is the order left by Count Fabric before he went south. The northern empire is a threat to the Thracian Kingdom. We must not let them take advantage of the opportunity to seize our land."

The man called "Captain" was wearing fine iron armor and holding a shiny silver sword. He spoke in a firm tone.

His name is Piotr McGrath. He is the captain of this scout team and an extraordinary warrior.

It’s a pity that he is still inexperienced and has never experienced the sun sacrifice ceremony.

This is the legacy left by Holy Fadlan. With his strength, he is already capable of becoming a general of a northern principality in Anzeta.

Fabrice was the divine earl who guarded the northernmost part of the Thracian Kingdom. As the war over the holy city became more intense, he was ordered to rush to the south, leaving behind only some reliable and trusted troops.

"But."

The deputy captain's tone was a little hesitant.

"According to the contract signed by the kingdom, we are already close to the border area and will soon be stepping into the territory of that empire. Will this not cause any conflict?"

"Do not."

Piotr shook his head and sharpened his sword, saying contemptuously: "They are just a group of barbarians from a remote place."

"They have never seen the glory of the holy Fadlan, yet they dare to call themselves an empire. How ridiculous."

"indeed so."

The adjutant nodded in agreement.

That's the Holy Empire.

Whether it was Thrace, Cassander, or the Seleucids, they all missed the past glory of Fadlan and believed that they were the true successors of the empire.

This is the unique pride of the Fadlan people. After all, in the past hundred years, Holy Fadlan has dominated the entire continent of Feansor. No matter whether it is dwarves, elves, giants or those evil demons, they all prostrate themselves under the brilliant light of the empire.

Even the poorest and most destitute of people would puff out their chests with pride when they recall the centuries of glory of Holy Fadlan.

Piotr picked up the polished sword and held it to a gleam in the sun.

"What's more, they have only been in Caterpa for more than a month. I'm afraid they can't even gain a foothold here."

"Haha, this is not the barren Anzeta. Terrible monsters and magical beasts can be seen everywhere. It's not that easy for them to build a city here."

The adjutant was still a little worried: "But there has been quite a lot of commotion in the north recently."

"Boom, boom"

A heavy muffled sound came from the north.

The earth was shaking, and even the war horses in the army neighed in fear.

Piotr also frowned and turned to look towards the north: "Could this be..."

"how is this possible?"

He muttered, looking shocked.

I saw hundreds of flying dragons flapping their wings wildly, making noisy roars, their wings colliding in the air, flying from afar like dark clouds.

On the ground, dozens of earth dragon beasts appeared on the distant horizon like moving hills, with cannons mounted on their sides and earth elf cavalry on their backs.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The cavalry and infantry from the Imperial Vanguard Corps roared loudly, and the sound shook the sky.

Another loud shout came from the battle formation, like a sudden thunder.

"Arrogant Thracians"

"You have crossed the line!" "Now, this is the territory of the Burning Empire, the land of the great Emperor Cassius!"

"If you dare to take another step north, you will be invading the Empire's territory and will be mercilessly attacked by the Imperial Army!"

Jesse rode on the back of the largest ground dragon beast and turned on the magic loudspeaker specially provided by the empire, letting his words echo across the wasteland.

"It's clearly a remote and desolate area, how could such an army appear?"

Piotr looked at the imperial advance troops in the distance with an expression of disbelief - this "empire" from the north was far more powerful than he had expected.

With the strength and might displayed by this army, perhaps only the Kingdom's Divine Legion, Arcane Legion, and Iron Colossus Legion can defeat it.

And ordinary troops like them have almost no chance of winning.

Based on Piot's past experience, the armies under the command of the northern nobles of Anzeta were simply vulnerable, with only a few professionals in a force of a thousand people.

There is no need to dispatch troops of this level to deal with them.

"etc."

Piotr suddenly realized something and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He just sent someone to the north to gather intelligence without paying any attention to it. He hasn't come back yet. Could it be that -

"Captain, save me!"

A crying voice came.

Sure enough, the missing soldier appeared in the imperial army, with his hands and feet tied by the earth elf infantry and tied to the front.

And Jesse spoke again.

"If anyone dares to step into the Empire's territory without permission again—"

The hobgoblin paused, slowly raised the exquisite pistol, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the soldier fell to the ground, silent again.

"Wait, let's talk about this—"

Piotr's pupils shrank sharply, his face was full of disbelief, and his outstretched hand remained in mid-air.

Did the earth demon really kill?

How dare he kill a soldier from the Kingdom of Thracian in public!
This is public humiliation!

Glancing coldly at the soldier lying on the ground, Jesse continued, "This is his end!"

"Did you hear clearly?"

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

The Earth Elf Count fired several shots into the air, and everyone around him fell silent.

The deputy captain whispered: "Captain, what should we do?"

Piotr looked at the Imperial Army coming from the north in a fierce manner. He was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Go, leave here immediately! Don't cause unnecessary casualties."

"Don't go to the border area anymore. The current Thracian Kingdom cannot afford to anger such an empire."

"go!"

The panicked Thracian soldiers, leading their horses and carrying their baggage, marched southward, almost fleeing and retreating.

Jesse stood on the back of the Terra Draco, looking at the receding army expressionlessly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"The Katpa region is the primary base for the Empire's future march southward."

"We must ensure absolute control over it."

One of the important reasons why the Empire demanded Katepa was that it could break through the blockade of the Kingdom of Thracian - to the southwest it could lead to the Free Trade Confederation in the Silver Moon Bay area, and to the east it could lead to the Dwarf Mountain Kingdom.

When the Burning Empire has integrated the power of the Anzeta Wilderness, it will truly step into the continent through Carterpa and become an important force in the chess game of Fianso. (End of this chapter)