Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

The answer has been revealed.

There's no point in deceiving yourself.

However, all these efforts only delayed the demonic tide, not eradicated it.

[Just one year later]

The Great Demon Tide has fully erupted.

Chapter 64 Rosetta Augustus

The believers of the Holy Light Church collapsed before the altar, the priests were pale, their hands trembling as they gripped the holy book, but they could not utter a single word.

The candlelight flickered before the icon, illuminating the distraught faces, making the usually solemn and sacred prayers seem incredibly ironic.

The nobles of various countries turned ashen-faced, their knuckles white from gripping their canes. The elegance and decorum of the court had vanished, leaving only the bewilderment and unease of being stunned by the truth.

The mages stared blankly at the sky, even the spell models they maintained in their hands quietly disintegrated, and the chaotic fluctuations of magic flashed by at their fingertips. The mysteries they had studied all their lives seemed so shallow and laughable in the face of the Gondor legacy revealed by the sky.

The common people in the fields stood blankly in place, clutching their rough farm tools, oblivious to the dirt slipping through their fingers.

Almost the entire world of Dawnblade was overwhelmed by the truth of Gondor's destruction and the gods' self-destruction.

There's no way around it; the truth is too horrifying for anyone to accept calmly.

And all of this is far from over; this is just the beginning.

The Gondor Empire that had just appeared on the sky was nothing more than some basic, educational information.

The explosion of the Deep Blue Well delayed the arrival of the Great Demon Tide, and although it only lasted for a year, it did weaken the power of the demon tide to some extent.

This led to the emergence of various countries later on.

The light from the sky slowly shifted, the camera passing over the black mist and distorted wastelands of Gondor, finally settling on an endless cluster of black fortresses.

Beneath the thick clouds, steel walls rose from the ground, runic light flowed across their surface, magical turrets pointed straight to the sky, and smoke from military camps and workshops burned day and night.

The Typhon Empire, the only superpower in the eastern part of the continent of Loren, is the first and last steel barrier for human civilization against the demonic tide and the forces of the Old Gods.

If Gondor was the brilliant spark of the Golden Age, then Typhon was the inextinguishable embers forged from ruins and anomalies.

This country has no poetry, no art, not even a lavish court or a loosely structured aristocratic system. For seven hundred years since its founding, it has had only one core will—survival.

Above the sky, the entire territory of Typhon was laid out before us.

The capital, Aldernan, is located in the heart of the empire. Instead of ornate fountains and sculptures, it features towering administrative towers, giant magical reactors, and standardized barracks and workshops.

The streets were straight as a ruler, and pedestrians hurried along, each with a clear goal in mind, without the slightest bit of leisure.

On the border of the Empire, the Great Barrier of the East stretches for thousands of miles. The walls are over fifty meters high and filled with mithril alloy at the bottom. There is a position every three kilometers, with the cannons always pointed towards the Gondor Wastes.

Some locals' eyelids twitched as they watched.

This is no imperial capital; it's clearly a war factory that never goes out!

Typhon's birth began with the despair of Gondor's fall.

The Blue Well exploded, turning the core of Gondor into wasteland. The God of Light lost his humanity, and the demonic tide arrived as expected. The survivors of the East eked out a living under the pursuit of the aberrants and the remnants of the Old Gods.

It was Roland Augustus who led the survivors, picked up the Gondorian military legacy, and used an iron-fisted centralized system to integrate all resources and establish this new empire.

Faced with the relentless onslaught of demonic tides and the endless invasions of aberrant mutants, the loose kingdom system, the hedonistic civilization, and the theocratic beliefs were far from sufficient to cope.

Those in power know that only through highly centralized power, national militarization, and the concentration of all their magic, resources, and manpower on war and defense, can they survive in this land of death.

Upon hearing this, some of the kings and nobles turned pale and then red.

Because their feudal system, extravagant court traditions, and reliance on the church to consolidate power were all useless or even fatal burdens in the face of a true apocalyptic crisis.

That was too blunt, and too hurtful.

The one who propelled Typhon from "barely surviving" to "revival and prosperity," breaking the century-old curse of the royal family, and leading civilization to self-salvation by defying the gods with a mortal body, was none other than the current emperor of the Typhon Empire—Rosetta Augustus.

Upon hearing this name, the hearts of the people on the continent of Loren sank.

This isn't just my own world, it's this very moment!

This is the era they are living through!

The sky directly turned its gaze to the most terrifying, strongest, and most unapproachable overlord of the Eastern Territory on this continent!

As we all know, the content that gets featured on Sky Screen is all major events.

Especially when it comes to a specific person.

Are they so unlucky that they actually encountered a major event in their own world?

The palaces of the various kingdoms fell into a deathly silence. Even breathing became cautious, and no one knew what the sky would reveal next.

First, we must uncover the Augustus family's top secret, hidden for five hundred years—a curse.

Five hundred years ago, in order to gain the power to fight against the Old Gods and the aberrant beings, the Augustan royal family formed a deep bond with a fragment of an out-of-control Old God, which resided within their bloodline.

It endowed members of the royal family with extraordinary spiritual resilience, exceptional talent, and the ability to sense demonic tides, but it also brought a deadly curse.

As the emperor ages, the mental pollution from the fragments of the ancient god will continuously erode his soul, eventually driving him into madness, insanity, and even transforming him into a monstrous monster.

The entire continent was in an uproar!

The nobles and common people on the border of Typhon were shaken to their core.

They were unaware that the emperor, high above all others, was burdened with such a terrifying bloodline shackle.

Similarly, people in other countries were also shocked when they saw the news.

Deep within Typhon's palace.

Rosetta Augustus sat on the cold throne, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrests.

He wore a simple black royal light armor, his face was cold and stern, and there was a faint dark glint in the depths of his left eye.

When he heard Tianmu reveal the family secrets, he did not panic at all. Instead, he gazed quietly at the sky with his deep eyes.

"...Do you really have to say things like this?"

"The ancestral covenant, the erosion of bloodlines, the empire's deepest secrets... are indeed completely exposed before the heavens."

"But it's all good. At least the people on this continent can finally understand what the Augustus family is enduring in this position."

Rosetta Augustus was corrupted from birth, and during her childhood she had to fight against the mad will of the ancient gods every day, engaging in a struggle on a spiritual level.

While other princes were learning political maneuvering, he was enduring the agony of a torn mind; while other nobles were enjoying privileges, he was training alongside soldiers on the front lines, facing the roars of the mutants.

He was a soul powerhouse, one in a thousand years for the Augustus family. With a mortal body, he withstood fifty years of erosion from the fragments of an ancient god, never completely losing control.

After ascending the throne, Rosetta Augustus initiated the most thorough and ruthless reforms in the history of the Typhon Empire, encompassing all aspects related to the survival of civilization.

Each of these measures directly addresses the foundation of the empire, and each serves the core objective of "resisting the demonic tide, breaking free from divine authority, and preserving civilization."

Rosetta completely abolished the old system of aristocratic private armies, bringing the nation's armed forces under the unified command of the royal family and establishing the Imperial General Staff to standardize and systematize military command.

[Following the Gondor newborn screening system, a nationwide survey of extraordinary talents will be conducted to identify those with potential from infancy. These individuals will then be trained by the Empire to prevent the monopoly of extraordinary power by the nobility.]

Under the celestial canopy, Typhon's extraordinary army revealed its true form.

The Empire's main infantry force, the fully equipped Black Armor Army.

The Tidebreaker Knights are a heavy cavalry unit whose mounts are tamed magic-powered warhorses. They are clad in heavy anti-magic armor and are skilled in head-on combat.

Controlling the fortress-class macro cannons and mass-produced magic cannons left behind by Gondor, a single shot can shatter mountains and bombard the magic artillery regiments of aberration clusters.

These are professionally trained mages who do not study elaborate spells but focus solely on defensive repairs, mana supply, rune restoration, and military production, directly using their extraordinary power to serve war and infrastructure development.

This group of people already bears an eighty percent resemblance to the Gondorians of yesteryear.

The soldiers and generals of the various countries felt a chill run down their spines and were filled with despair.

Although they are also human armies, Typhon has reached a level that they cannot even imagine.

Let alone fighting the aberrations, even in a war between nations, if all the other countries united, they probably wouldn't last more than a few rounds against the Typhon Legion.

It's laughable that they've always viewed it as a mortal enemy, an opponent they need to be wary of at all times.

It now appears that the two sides are not even in the same league!

We're on the same continent, so how come you're developing so much faster?

Rosetta also stipulated that all soldiers of the empire, regardless of their origin, would be rewarded based on their military achievements, with frontline soldiers receiving higher treatment than all nobles in the country, and wounded soldiers being supported by the empire for life.

He broke down class barriers, enabling social mobility between classes.

Commoners, vagrants, and slaves could all gain status and position by joining the army.

Furthermore, Rosetta knew that Typhon lacked Gondor's Blue Well and its universal magical supply.

Therefore, he abandoned flashy civilian technology and focused all his magical technology on several important areas, including military industry.

Rebuild the magical forge left behind in Gondor to achieve standardized mass production of equipment.

[The entire nation mobilized to repair the eastern border barrier, added three secondary defense lines, and established a fortress linkage system; if one position is attacked, full-scale fire support will be provided.]

Construct a magic-powered transport railway to connect the defensive line with the hinterland, enabling rapid troop and supply mobilization and increasing the supply efficiency of the defensive line tenfold.

[Establish a global early warning tower within the Empire. In the event of fluctuations in the demonic tide, gatherings of aberrant beings, or other similar activities, the early warning tower will issue a signal immediately, ensuring the Empire can respond to crises with zero delay.]

The purpose of all this is very straightforward: to fight against the demonic tide.

Of course, advanced weaponry alone is not enough.

Rosetta completely eradicated the corrupt aristocratic forces within the country, abolished the tax exemptions and other privileges of the nobility, divided the country into several military districts, and established a highly centralized system with officials directly appointed by the royal family, ensuring that power was firmly in her own hands.

[And at the same time, a strict legal system was established.]

[No torture, but extremely harsh]

Those who waste military supplies will be executed; those who collude with the old gods will be executed; those who flee the front lines will be executed; those who delay warnings of the demonic tide will be executed...

Under the sky, nobles from other places gasped, their robes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Abolish the private armies of nobles, unify extraordinary powers, and grant the royal family sole control of the military...

Each and every one of these is digging into their very roots!

If this system were to be passed down to them, the power and status they had inherited over generations would vanish instantly.

For them, the system is a bit cruel.