The citizens were in panic and helpless, just like the Tulip King City five years ago.

A similar fate befell the royal capital of the Feda Duchy.

Milante was not experiencing this for the first time, yet still felt a heavy heart.

He lit the oil lamp and took out the Milante Ancient Scripture he had been compiling over the years from his bag.

Milante recorded what he saw during his leisure time in it.

The contents were quite varied.

There were histories of different local cultures, matters related to the Era of Gods, and depictions of the Dread Emperor.

About two years ago, the Dread Emperor had replaced Emperor Kusha, becoming a term like a natural disaster in the Eastern Continent.

No, the Dread Emperor is the disaster itself!

His army trampled on half of the Eastern Continent but did not stop.

Just as Milante had predicted, the Dread Emperor's ambition drove him to destroy one nation after another.

Not accepting any surrender.

Resistance or submission, either would lead to the same outcome.

The elderly and the young were all executed.

Women were abused to death, and young men were drafted into the slave army, trained to become beasts to charge at the next country.

This was a catastrophe.

Milante sighed as he wrote these lines, the fatigue seeming never to have left his face since the assassination attempt on the Dread Emperor.

He originally thought himself quite handsome, but suddenly catching his reflection in the mirror, his face under the candlelight looked so unfamiliar, appearing like someone in their forties.

He should shave his beard.

Thinking of this, Milante put down his pen, intending to use the dagger at his waist to shave off his beard.

Suddenly, the inn's door was pushed open, and Modern walked in with large strides.

His right eye had been pierced by an arrow in battle, turning him into a one-eyed man; the black eye patch added to his masculine aura.

Ever since the Tulip Kingdom was destroyed by Kusha, he had been following Milante, fighting against Kusha continuously over the years.

Though they had failed repeatedly, they had never lost their fighting spirit.

"The royal family of Feda fled during the night."

Modern brought bad news.

Milante's hand faltered slightly, his expression growing increasingly bitter as he sighed, "I see, even before the Dread Emperor's army entered their lands, they fled in fear."

"Most nobles left with their wealth, alongside the royal family, saying they are heading to the Northern Continent!"

Modern punched the wall, saying, "What should we do?"

"Indeed, this makes things troublesome."

Milante scratched his head.

They had been driven by the Dread Emperor from the southern part of the Eastern Continent to the north.

Even running would only mean following those kings and nobles to the Northern Continent by ship.

"I'll think of some way."

Milante smiled, used the dagger to cleanly shave his beard, and then put it away.

He picked up his pen again, documenting what he saw and heard.

Modern watched this scene with increasing agitation and said, "Milante, at a time like this, what's the point of writing all this?"

"Modern, people can die, but culture must be preserved and cannot let the Dread Emperor destroy it."

"Does your compiled book have such great appeal?"

Modern shouted, aware that he shouldn't be venting at Milante at such a time, yet the anger and despair within him couldn't stop him from erupting.

Those kings and nobles were so clean and decisive, abandoning the people they needed to protect and lead, showing no responsibility.

They didn't even know the meaning of shame.

Ironically, those like them who wished to protect the people could never gain the authority to lead them.

The oppressive reality made Modern feel that five years of struggle and effort were all in vain.

He glared with eyes full of accumulated frustration, much like a wife overwhelmed with dissatisfaction with her husband, feeling everything he does is wrong, unable to suppress the urge to argue, fight, even threaten divorce.

Modern desperately wanted to have a big fight.

Milante didn't get angry; instead, he stood up, gave Modern a big hug, and patted his back saying, "Modern, everything we are doing is meaningful.

We have not yielded to the Dread Emperor, that is our greatest accomplishment!"

Modern couldn't hold it back anymore and cried out, "I'm sorry, Milante, I shouldn't have said that to you."

"It's alright, haven't we saved each other many times over these years?"

Milante patted his shoulder.

Heavy footsteps sounded from outside, then a young man entered the doorway, filled with delight, "Captain Milante, look who's outside?"

Modern quickly wiped his tears, not wanting to show any weakness before the new recruits.

Milante released Modern and walked outside, asking, "Who's here that's making you so happy?"

"Duke Keith!"

The young man answered loudly.

Milante's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked to the door.

…

His room was located on the second floor of the inn, outside was a long corridor.

Milante walked out and saw Duke Keith coming up the stairs.

As the third most important person in the Feda Duchy, the brother-in-law of the King's sister, Duke Keith was over fifty, his greying hair neatly arranged, wearing fine clothes, with a simple longsword at his waist.

He was tall and came all the way to Milante, kneeling on one knee, saying, "Captain Milante, please become our King."

"Duke Keith, what do you mean, shouldn't you be the one taking the throne?"

Milante was shocked, never having imagined becoming the King of a country.

Even in dreams of defeating the Dread Emperor, he wished to be a historian, actively rebuilding the culture of the Eastern Continent.

He reached out, wanting to help Keith up.

Modern grew anxious and said, "Milante!"

Keith knelt there, motionless, and said, "Captain Milante, now, only you can ascend the throne.

Only then can the hearts of the people of the Feda Duchy and surrounding nations be united.

All our remaining nobles and citizens, Guards are willing to serve you as King."

"Captain Milante! Please become our King!"

The sound like a mountain and sea wave came from the street outside.

Milante glanced at the street and only then realized that in the dimly lit street, people were kneeling densely.

There were Guards, nobles, and also citizens.

In the five years of Milante's battles, initially some wanted to take his head in exchange for Emperor Kusha's forgiveness.

Some also saw Milante as a jinx, believing that wherever he went, warfare would surely follow.

However, the Dread Emperor Kusha proved through his actions that regardless of whether Milante assassinated him or not.

He would conquer and destroy with the most brutal methods.

In the subsequent three years, Milante's reputation gradually changed, within the crowd resisting the Dread Emperor, he became a hero.

A beam of light in the darkness.

Such a reputation, now with the King's escape, was enough to support Milante becoming this country's new King.

"Milante."

Modern urged from behind, his tone faintly anxious.

Keith also looked at him with pleading eyes.

Milante took a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented pressure upon his shoulders.

He understood perhaps this was the end of his life of exile.

He could no longer run away.

Let this battle decide life or death!

Milante disliked extreme bets, but reality never gave him a choice.

He grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand and shouted, "Since everyone thinks this way, I will no longer refuse your kindness.

From this moment, the Milante Kingdom is established!"

"King, King!"

The people cheered loudly.

Milante drew his sword and pointed it to the sky, saying, "I swear to the gods, this battle will surely kill the Dread Emperor!"

The crowd once again erupted in a frenzy.

Milante smiled bitterly in his heart, wondering how he would defeat the Dread Emperor.

He felt uncertain.

"It seems everything has concluded."

A cool voice suddenly came from above.

Milante followed the voice and only then noticed a woman standing on the roof of a nearby three-story building, dressed in white on top and red below.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied with a simple white ribbon, she held a bow in her right hand, an arrow quiver hanging behind her, beauty and heroism unified at this moment, like the goddess of the moon descending to the world.

Beside her crouched a silver-haired man with dog-like ears.

"Are you an assassin of the Dread Emperor?"

Modern immediately guarded Milante, with his right hand on his sword, adopting a defensive posture.

Milante waved his hand, looking at the two, sensing they bore no ill will.

"I am the freshly crowned King of the Milante Kingdom, my beautiful lady, may I know your name?"

"Kikyo, he is my traveling companion, Inuyasha."

As she spoke, the woman lightly leaped, with a graceful stance like a seagull skimming the sea's surface, gently landing in the corridor, "First meeting, but I've heard much about your exploits.

In this Eastern Continent, you are the only one with the courage to challenge the Dread Emperor.

I've always awaited the day you claim the throne."

Milante watched her actions, his pupils narrowing as he said, "Are you an Angel Envoy?"

"That's right."

Kikyo nodded gently.

She initially didn't want to interfere in human matters.

But the Dread Emperor's actions were simply intolerable to her.

Too excessive.

Half the Eastern Continent has been turned to ruins by the Dread Emperor, if allowed to continue, everyone in the Eastern Continent will be eradicated by him.

"As long as you can create an opportunity for me to approach him, I can eliminate the Dread Emperor."

"Exactly, we are the strongest duo!"

Inuyasha immediately shouted.

Milante fell into contemplation.

Over the years, he has consistently lost to the Dread Emperor, but through failures, he has developed his own battle strategy.

He is well aware of the mindset of the Dread Emperor now, Kusha swept across the world, invincible.

Rumors even spread across the Eastern Continent that every Kusha soldier could battle against a thousand.

A hundred Kusha Cavalry were unbeatable!

Now, as long as he exploits Kusha's arrogance, he might defeat the Dread Emperor.

Milante recalled the geography within the Feda Duchy and finally selected a location suitable for an ambush.

Meland Canyon.

He nodded and said, "Alright, Kikyo, let us defeat the Dread Emperor together!"

"Hmm, this calamity should come to an end."

Kikyo nodded gently.

Milante no longer hesitated, swiftly issuing commands, instructing Modern and Duke Keith to gather troops and send messages to the remaining seven nations.

He would engage in a life-and-death battle with the Dread Emperor!

This time, he would not retreat anymore!