The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

The autumn wind is bleak, and there is silence between heaven and earth. A stone castle more than ten feet high stands on the cliff, and the burnt yellow moss tells the traces of time.

Torches as thick as arms were stuck diagonally on the wall; the flickering flames dispelled the darkness but could not dispel the coldness in people's hearts.

In the dark corridor, a maid dressed in linen and with freckles all over her face sighed and said, "It's been three days. I wonder when the young master will wake up?"

Aunt Mary, who was obese and had a waist as thick as a barrel, muttered, "Those orcs deserve to die. If it weren't for them, the master wouldn't have died. Young Master..."

"shut up!"

At this moment, the butler, who had his hair combed meticulously and was dressed in a straight tuxedo, whispered, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go and prepare the meal?"

"Let's go right now!"

Like a mouse seeing a cat, the freckled maid, Aunt Mary, was timid and trembling with fear.

"Goddess of Agriculture, please bless the Habsburg family!"

In the quiet corridor, Morton Frank, a butler in his forties or fifties, made the sign of a cross on his chest and prayed devoutly despite not believing in God.

Meanwhile, the fireplace crackled.

In the warm room, a fair-skinned, black-haired boy was lying on a large velvet bed, his brows furrowed, his breathing rapid, and his face changing constantly, as if he was having a nightmare.

"This is where?"

The chattering sound in the corridor woke up the black-haired boy. He sat up suddenly, covering his head, and looked around in confusion at the strange yet familiar environment.

"Allen Habsburg."

"No, I'm Shen Yuanliang, Shen Yuanliang from Qingdi City."

Exhaling lightly, Allen Habsburg recalled his past and present lives. Past scenes replayed in his mind again and again, especially the scene where the golden lotus seeds of merit traveled through the universe.

With the help of the secret method of cutting three lives, Shen Yuanliang cut off the past in one fell swoop, and his past body carrying the "genetic information" was reincarnated as the present Allen Habsburg.

"Squeak!"

The heavy door was pushed open, and the butler Morton Frank walked in with a tired face. When he saw Alan who had woken up, his face immediately showed joy.

"Master, you finally woke up, do you feel uncomfortable?"

The nagging voice lingered in Alan's ears, but he did not feel annoyed at all, only felt warm in his heart.

Allen Habsburg is Shen Yuanliang, but Shen Yuanliang is not Allen Habsburg. The two are closely related and can be regarded as the same person, or as "him and me".

The memories of the past sixteen years of this life came to mind, and the strangeness in Allen Habsburg's eyes quickly dissipated.

"Grandpa Frank, I'm fine."

Waving his hand, Alan, who was wearing silk pajamas, lifted the velvet quilt, slowly stood up, and moved his slightly stiff body. A faint breath flowed through his body.

"Master, take a good rest first."

After a moment, the butler Morton Frank left the room and quietly closed the door without making any sound, for fear of disturbing Allen.

"Hoohoo!"

Pushing open the window, Alan tightened his pajamas and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in front of him: soldiers in simple leather armor, grooms in brown shorts, and busy servants.

"This is my territory, a northern noble family that has been walking on thin ice for two hundred years."

The Kingdom of Glot is located in the north of the continent, while the Wild Boar Territory of the Habsburg family is in the northernmost part of the entire kingdom, facing the threat of the Orc Empire at all times.

If it weren't for the Andes Mountains that kept the countless orcs out, the small baron family would have been wiped out long ago.

However, sporadic orcs poured into the Northland from the mountain valleys from time to time, causing the Habsburg family to never develop. After two hundred years, it was still a small noble in a remote place. "Father, I will avenge you."

Thinking of the misfortunes that had happened in the past few days, a surge of anger surged in Alan's heart. He clenched his whitening fists and pounded them on the hard stone.

As night falls, hundreds of stars fill the sky. A silver moon emits a soft light, covering the bleak earth with a veil, making it hazy.

"Bronze tripod?"

Under the flickering candlelight, Alan gently called out to his "golden finger".

Being in a different universe, a completely different civilization, Alan was worried and had no sense of security. The memories in his mind told him that this world was not simple.

The stars in the sky are the kingdom of gods, and the knights and mages on the earth possess tremendous military force that can defeat a hundred or even a thousand of them alone.

There are even evil gods watching from the side.

"Buzz!"

A thumb-sized bronze tripod appeared in the palm of his hand, and a blue light curtain appeared in front of his eyes.

Name: Allen Habsburg (Shen Yuanliang)
Strength: 3.8 (an adult's strength is 1)

Constitution: 2.9
Agility: 3.6
Merit Points: Zero

"The road ahead is long and hard, but we will start over again." Looking at the simple panel, Alan took a deep breath: "There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything."

A feeling of weakness surged over his heart. Alan closed the window, greedily embraced the warm velvet quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

A hint of paleness quietly appeared in the sky, and the shadow hanging over the Habsburgs slowly dissipated. The entire castle suddenly came alive with a lot of noise.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a regular knock on the door. Alan scratched his fluffy hair, washed up quickly, picked up the broadsword hanging on the wall, and walked towards the training ground.

The plan for a year is in spring, and the plan for a day is in the morning.

"Hey ha!!"

Every move showed the aesthetics of violence, his strong muscles were covered with sweat, Allen was bare-chested, practicing the Habsburg's ancestral martial arts, the Pig's Breathing Technique.

A cup of tea, half an hour, an hour...

"Da da!"

The sound of hurried horse hooves came closer and closer. Sean Avery, wearing iron armor, rode a tall horse slowly towards them. The golden luster of the horse was very dazzling.

In order to deter all parties and to eliminate the ferocious beasts and orcs escaping from the forest, Sean Avery had to patrol the territory again and again to buy time for the Habsburg family.

"Uncle Avery."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Allen called out to Sean Avery, the only knight of the Habsburgs today.

In this extraordinary world, the rule of the nobility comes not only from bloodline, but also from the strength of the family.

The previous Boar Baron passed away. If Sean Avery hadn't been in charge of the territory, the Boar Territory would have been wiped out by the surrounding jackals and tigers.

"Alan!"

After getting off his horse, Sean Avery hugged Allen deeply, then knelt on one knee and said solemnly: "In the presence of the gods, I, Sean Avery, will always be loyal to the Habsburgs."

"Alan, from now on, you are the Wild Boar Baron, my lord. I will use the sword in my hand to cut off all thorns for you!" (End of this chapter)