He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

Thanatos was momentarily stunned by Xie Bai's words.

After a brief moment of thought, he asked somewhat excitedly.

"My lord, have you rekindled your desire to conquer the world? At your command, I am ready to charge into battle for you once more!"

As Thanatos prepared to kneel and swear an oath, Xie Bai quickly waved his hand at him.

"Wait a minute, I didn't say I wanted to conquer the world. And why are you so agitated? Was the previous Void King some kind of warmonger who wanted to conquer the world?!"

Faced with Xie Bai's questioning, Thanatos stood up somewhat awkwardly.

"Ahem... I apologize, my lord. I lost my composure for a moment and misunderstood your meaning."

Thanatos then asked again.

"If it's not about conquering this place, then what does my lord mean?"

Seeing Thanatos's puzzled expression, Xie Bai's eyes gradually became playful.

"Hmph... Don't you think this war is a bit boring? Many key figures haven't even appeared yet, and I don't have much of a role to play."

Xie Bai then looked around thoughtfully.

A Void Flying Insect, seemingly out of nowhere, brought out a beautifully designed chair and placed it next to Xie Bai.

Xie Bai sat down naturally and said jokingly.

"So now I'm going to direct this war, to stage an epic tale of heroism, and make it a bit more interesting, what do you say?"

Seeing Xie Bai's slightly narrowed smile, Thanatos finally realized what kind of existence the girl in front of him was.

She has some kindness, but not much.

……

"Bang!"

"Open the door, there's a warrant!"

The magnificent courtyard gate was completely destroyed.

Soon after, the group of disheveled high-ranking officials and nobles were captured by the Imperial Guards.

They were all bruised and battered.

Clearly, the Imperial Guards were too lenient when they made the arrest.

Surprisingly, no one was killed.

The commander of the Imperial Guards in charge of the arrest looked at the group of people and reported to Roland, who was standing to the side.

"Master Roland, these are the people on the list. What should we do with them?"

Roland looked at the dilapidated mansion and spoke casually.

"They'll be handed over to those guys at the convicts' court; they're experts at dealing with these pedantic fellows."

"Yes."

The arrested individuals were then escorted away from the scene by the city guards.

Roland watched all this with little change in his expression.

This weary old man has accompanied the empire for two hundred years.

Throughout his life, he experienced far too many disappointments.

The group of people who had just been escorted away were the same group of spirited young men he remembered.

Unfortunately……

"Sigh... never mind."

After a brief moment of sadness, Roland turned to look at the commander of the Imperial Guard.

Let's go to the next place.

"Yes."

Following in Roland's footsteps, the Imperial Guard hunted down wave after wave of reactionaries.

They didn't offer much resistance; often, upon first seeing the Imperial Guards, they were so frightened that they couldn't move.

As more and more people were sent to the convicts' court, the various discordant voices in the city gradually quieted down.

For a time, all the forces in the city were suppressed by the empire's strong stance and dared not act rashly.

There were some initial comments opposing the Empire's excessive violence, but these were quickly wiped out within a minute, causing little disturbance.

Until Roland arrived at the last search location.

A magnificent and luxurious courtyard.

Contrary to Roland's expectations, the place had already been looted.

The once luxurious courtyard, brimming with artistic beauty, is now in a state of disrepair.

Roland frowned.

"What happened?"

He arrived at the entrance to the dilapidated courtyard, took out his Shisha pocket watch, and recreated the scene.

"Hiss... Crack... Crack crack!"

In the scene, a slender figure appears at the entrance of the courtyard.

He was the owner of the courtyard and also an acquaintance of Roland.

"Melos..."

The moment that figure appeared, Roland had a very bad feeling.

Sure enough, the man in the picture turned around and slowly spoke.

"Roland, is that you?"

Roland: "!"

At this moment, Melos is merely a replay projection.

He had anticipated Roland's arrival.

"Although our relationship isn't what it used to be, as your former friend, I still have to remind you of something. Of course, this is the only way I can do it."

Roland sensed something was wrong and ordered the Imperial Guards behind him to retreat.

He then adjusted the Shisha pocket watch in his hand so that only he could hear the projected sound.

At this moment, Melos's projection seemed somewhat conflicted. He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"Our emperor is no longer the one we revere."

What?!

Roland looked at Melos in shock, unable to understand why his former friend would utter such outrageous words.

As if anticipating Roland's shock, the projection gave a wry smile.

"To be honest, I was initially shocked by the news, but the facts have shown me that it is indeed true."

"I wonder if you know that the Emperor's time is drawing near."

Is the emperor's time coming to an end?

Roland vaguely remembered that the Chaos Cultist opposite the Emperor on the Golden Dragon had mentioned this news.

At the time, however, he thought it was just a rhetoric used by the Chaos cult to deceive the emperor.

After all, in his memory, the emperor had always been in excellent health.

There was no news of the emperor's impending death circulating normally, which made him subconsciously believe that it was a fabricated lie.

When Melos brought up the matter again, Roland couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"Could it be... that the Emperor's days are truly numbered?"

Before he could figure out the problem, the projection spoke again.

"After learning that his days were numbered, the emperor began to seek ways to prolong his life."

"After all, as the guardian of the empire for three hundred years, his death is unacceptable, both for himself and for the empire as a whole."

"At this time, the Emperor had not yet formally trained his successor, while the Void Zerg outside were not giving the Emperor a chance to breathe."

"It was at this critical moment that the Chaos Cult approached him."

Chaos Cult?

Roland immediately thought of the Chaos Cultists on the Golden Dragon.

And it was indeed him who spoke to the emperor about the emperor's impending death.

However, he was right there at the time.

In Roland's memory, the Chaos Cultists did not discuss extending lifespan, and the Emperor ultimately did not agree to their request.

"The Chaos Cult promised to extend the Emperor's lifespan, but the price was that the Emperor's body would absorb the power of the Chaos Cult."

Even if the emperor remains conscious at this moment, it won't be long before he becomes a puppet of the Chaos Cult, utterly reduced to a monster that knows only slaughter.

"No, that's not how it is. I was right there, and they didn't discuss it at all."

Just as Roland was still doubting his own memories, the projection suddenly spoke.

"Alright, that's all I can say. If nothing unexpected happens, that Chaos Cultist will soon arrest me, the whistleblower, and only you can discover this truth."

Soon after, a large number of Voidlings appeared on screen.

Not only did they kidnap Melos, but they also ransacked the courtyard, leaving it in its current dilapidated state.

"Void Zerg!?"

Roland was instantly stunned.

If he remembered correctly, the Void Zerg were under the control of that Chaos Cultist!

Now that Melos has been captured by the Voidlings, is it really a conspiracy by the Chaos Cult?

For a moment, Roland even began to doubt his own memories.

The commander of the Imperial Guards saw Roland's pale face and couldn't help but step forward with concern.

"Master Roland, are you alright? May I ask what happened here? Why was this courtyard attacked by the Voidlings?"

When questioned by the Imperial Guards, Roland weakly waved his hand.

"It's nothing... As for what happened... let me calm down first..."

Suddenly, he looked at the Shisha pocket watch in his hand.

If you have any doubts about that meeting, why not go back to the Golden Dragon and recreate the scene yourself?

Maybe then we'll discover the truth.

Unbeknownst to him, from the moment Roland decided to investigate on his own, he began to harbor his first suspicions about the Emperor.