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"My emperor!"

"My emperor!"

"..."

All the people knelt down and shouted.

In the golden light, Su Chen, now the true emperor of the desert, opened his eyes. His golden eyes revealed an indifferent majesty as he gazed down and slowly said, "Those who follow me are also following destiny."

With that, he raised his hand, and a surge of power fell upon Nasus.

Roar!

As the golden power surged into his body, Nasus let out an excited roar, instantly transforming from a human into an Ascended being with the body of a jackal!

"Life and death are an endless cycle; we are born, they die." — Nasus

After consuming two forces in succession, the light of the sun disk began to slowly recede, returning to its ancient and sacred appearance, hanging at the highest point of the kingdom.

"This is the true emperor of the desert," Su Chen murmured to himself.

Although his current strength is not as great as that of a Dragon King at his peak, it is still enough to sweep across this desert land.

The Desert Emperor has arrived, and the Shurima calendar officially begins.

[In the first year, you officially became the Emperor of the Desert and bestowed upon Nasus the power of the Ascended. The entire kingdom of Shurima shone like a brilliant star, radiating endless light.]

[In the third year of the Desert Calendar, you once again activated the Sun Disc, bestowing upon Renekton the power of the Dragon King.]

With two Ascended Ones in command, Shurima began its rampage across the desert, where all living beings submitted. The great demons who sought to disturb Shurima's peace rebuked your supreme power for suppressing them.

Your fame has begun to spread throughout the desert.

[In the tenth year of the desert calendar, the mistress of the Kingdom of Floating Bhadra—who is also the Queen of Flowers—heard of your deeds and came to visit you, bringing with her a great fortune.]

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Chapter 76 The Flower Goddess Forms an Alliance, the Crimson King Declares War! Ironclad Cavalry, Attack! [8k]

The Kingdom of Fupanbali was a prosperous kingdom in the desert, though it was actually quite small, far smaller than present-day Shurima.

The master there is the lord of dreams and moonlit nights, revered by her people as the goddess of flowers, named Nabu Marikata.

While the prosperity of the Floating Bhadra is not as great as that of Shurima, the flower's owner possesses unique abilities. Like Azir, she is able to create oases and springs, and her people are different from ordinary people, being born from ancient spirits.

Because the Floating Bhadra was content in a corner and the Flower Goddess had no intention of vying for supremacy, she was not drawn into the war in Sumeru.

at this time.

This beautiful and extraordinary goddess of flowers stepped into the emperor's palace.

"Greetings, Great Desert Emperor Azir." The Flower Goddess stood in the hall, her eyes, like deep blue sapphires, fixed on the figure on the throne.

Su Chen was also observing the Flower Goddess.

Legend has it that the Flower Goddess came from Sky Island and was born a long time ago. With just one glance, Su Chen discovered that the Flower Goddess's true form was different from most living beings in this world; she was a special kind of spirit.

“Marikata, beautiful goddess of flowers, state your purpose,” Su Chen said calmly.

"Praise be to the winged one, the king who rules over all the kingdoms of the earth."

“I am a spirit created from the beginning, I am a shimmering illusion, I am a glimmer of light flowing from the eyes of the Creator.”

"People from afar praise your wisdom and admire the prosperity of the oasis kingdom. I too have come to pay my respects to the great emperor... Azir, your fame has resounded throughout the desert, but I still have some doubts in my heart. Could you please enlighten me? These spices, gold, and jewels will be my gifts to you in gratitude."

The voice of the Flower Goddess is soft and beautiful, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains, a gentle breeze across the grassland, and the morning sun shining on the winter snow.

The original spirits... Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly as he thought of the oldest species—the fairy spirits.

The immortal spirit's antiquity is almost impossible to trace; she probably appeared when the primordial beings created the world. In the game, she knows far more secrets than other demon gods, perhaps because of this.

Su Chen nodded slightly: "Go ahead and speak."

The Flower Goddess said, "Shurima's prosperity is a miracle in the desert, but it is a barren and dangerous place. Great Emperor, you have already achieved great success, so why do you still create bloodshed everywhere in this desert? Your guards and your people are using their weapons to expand your territory. Blood is covered in yellow sand, and humanity is struggling to survive in the malice of the yellow sand."

Su Chen said, “Killing is for a greater civilization. As you said, this is a barren and dangerous place where civilization is buried under the yellow sand and danger is everywhere. If we allow barbarism to grow on the land, the people here will never be happy.”

"Is killing for the sake of civilization just your own willful act?"

"Perhaps so, but the flame of civilization has been ignited, and all who praise my true name will find the protection of the oasis."

The goddess of flowers remained silent.

Su Chen's answer, though domineering, was the principle of survival in this desert.

"What if your power is insufficient to protect a greater civilization?" the Flower Goddess asked again.

What do you mean?

"In the heart of the desert, the power of the Red Sands is as intense as the sun. The civilization under its rule is no less than that of Shurima. If this continues, you will surely face a war."

“Red Sand?” Su Chen smiled faintly. “He cannot shake Shurima’s rule.”

Although the Crimson King was very powerful, Su Chen did not take him seriously.

After lifting the sun disk, the Desert Emperor's power increased dramatically. Although he was still far from his peak, how could the mere Red King compare to him?

Sensing the confidence in Su Chen's words, a strange light appeared in the Flower Goddess's eyes.

"Finally, one question: Great Emperor, did you create such a civilization in order to seize the seven thrones?"

Su Chen said, "I have no intention of competing."

"Why?"

"Where I sit is the throne."

"good!"

After a conversation, the Goddess of Flowers admires your wisdom and power and wishes to form a pact with you, becoming your ally.

[You are well aware of the power of the Spirit Clan, and having another ally of the Demon God would be entirely beneficial to Shurima's future development, so you agreed.]

The news of the alliance shocked all living beings in the ancient Sumeru. Those ancient beings cast their gazes, seemingly unnoticed, upon Shurima's prosperity. Although they did not launch an attack on Shurima, the lurking crisis was far more terrifying than the apparent disaster.

[You know, Shurima is far from powerful enough right now. Your strength is still increasing, and the power of the Sun Disc is far from what was expected. Shurima's two Ascended Ones—Nasus and Renekton—are also quite far from their peak.]

Therefore, your steps cannot cease, nor can Shurima's. At Nasus's suggestion, Shurima has assembled an army of 'Ironclad Sands.' The soldiers of this army were rigorously selected and uniformly trained by Nasus and Renekton, and then blessed by you. The yellow sands temper their will, and death cannot make them hesitate.

You find the Flower Goddess and equip each Ironclad Pagoda with a Guardian Spirit. These Guardian Spirits transform into powerful warhorses and grant the Ironclad Pagodas the ability to drive elements.

The Ironclad Sands, led by Nasus, had conquered city-state after city-state over many years, earning him the fearsome title of "Desert Reaper" from his enemies.

His brother, in his ascended state, transformed into a terrifying human-bodied, crocodile-headed being known as the 'Desert Butcher'.

[After twenty years in the desert calendar, the scale of the Yellow Sand Iron Pagoda reached ten thousand, and remained stable at this number.]

At that time, regional kings ruled over their own territories in the desert, and the power represented by the gilded groups spread throughout the land, resulting in constant fighting and endless war.

[Among the demon gods, you and the Crimson King are the leaders, along with many other demon gods who have risen up, creating a fragmented world of demons, wars between demon gods, and wars between humans. Civilizations are shattered in the clashes.]

In the same year, the Ironclad Cavalry of the Yellow Sands began their campaigns, carrying the will of the great Emperor Azir to conquer all directions.

Wherever the Ironclad Cavalry went, it was like a sandstorm sweeping across the land; all human tribes and city-states were reduced to ashes beneath their iron hooves.

Shurima's violent expansion finally provoked the Red King's displeasure, and at his behest, the people of the Red Sands launched an attack on Shurima.

Inside the palace.

Nasus respectfully replied, "Great Emperor, the Red King's army has reached the border. Preliminary reconnaissance indicates that they number approximately two hundred thousand."

The Red Sands have the longest history of prosperity in Sumeru and have the largest number of people under their protection. Today, the Red King's territory occupies almost one-third of the desert's land area and is located in the center, the place with the most resources.

“As far as I know, the Crimson King was obsessed with creating an eternal paradise, which he named ‘Aru.’ The city of Aru under his rule was governed by strict laws and impartial justice, making it a rare civilization among demon gods,” the Flower Goddess said softly.

If Su Chen hadn't risen to prominence so quickly and attracted her attention, perhaps the one she would have allied with would have been the Crimson King.

"He is indeed a special demon god."

Red King Ammon.

Although Su Chen felt no sympathy for His fate, he had to admit that in an era of rampant demons, His ability to lead His people to such brilliant achievements was enough to demonstrate His strength and wisdom, making Him exceptionally outstanding among the many demon gods.

But His arrogance was just as great as His excellence, and He later paid a heavy price for it.

“Azir, the battle with the Red King is inevitable, but you must not attack those mortals. He is a proud king, and he will not act unless you strike first. Even though the Red Sands' army far outnumbers Shurima's, I still believe we can succeed in a contest of the strength of our people,” the Flower Goddess said softly.

Su Chen nodded slightly and stood up from the throne: "It's time to show the world our strength. Nasus, are you confident?"

Nasus declared proudly, "With the Emperor's leadership, the Shurima legions will be invincible!"

"Yes, I believe so too! We are on a glorious path, and we will be the writers of history. Nasus, let the glory of Shurima shine brightly!"

[You know, almost all eyes in the desert are on this place, on the battle between Shurima and the Aruru, so you absolutely cannot lose.]

Soon, the Ironclad Sands, led by Nasus, launched an attack on the Red Sands.

at the same time.

Inside the Red King's Palace.

High on the golden throne, a great god reigns over all people. The glory of the Red Sands has lasted for a long time, and both the king and his people believe that this glory will continue.

"The Great Red King!"

Inside the palace, a human general knelt respectfully on the ground.

"Following your command, our legion has already set foot on that oasis. We await your order, and the power of the Crimson Sands will, as always, engulf the land and tear apart the enemy's bodies."

"king."

The priest said in a deep voice, "The one in the oasis should not be underestimated. It is said that the Ironclad Warrior of the Yellow Sands can fight against a hundred men single-handedly. If you insist on attacking Shurima, please personally go to the front line and use your power to destroy the enemy's will."

"What do you mean by that?" the human general said in a deep voice. "Are you saying that we, the subjects of the Crimson King, battle-hardened warriors, are no match for the newborn chicks on that oasis?"

The priest said, “Just like a falcon catching its prey, it will go all out against even the weakest target. We never underestimate ourselves, but please remember one thing: never underestimate our opponents. With Shurima and Fupanbali united, and with those mysterious spirits joining the fray, the Ironclad is far from simple.”

"Enough!" the human general said angrily. "You are disrespecting the king's authority! We have two hundred thousand troops, while they only have ten thousand. So what if the Ironclad Cavalry is powerful? The wisdom bestowed upon us by the Crimson King is enough to crush their shields!"

The priest was about to say something when the figure on the throne spoke.

"Alright," the Crimson King said indifferently. "As long as that Desert Emperor has not set foot on the battlefield, I cannot intervene. Apocel, I will grant you the power of sand, and lead my people to crush that oasis."

The human general's spirits lifted: "Yes! Great Red King, I will bring victory to you!"