After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

The nun's sigh, accompanied by the release of divine magic, made Finn's ears itch.

Indeed, that's how the nun's magic works—the magic to detect lies goes without saying, and the [recording] ability, which allows her to record events from extremely long distances without being detected, is the most practical magic... But this makes things difficult for Theresa.

This must be the time when he just finished breakfast and was preparing to take office, right?

The little elf was deep in thought.

On the main battlefield, after much contemplation, Khutod Khan also discovered the problem.

But he also knew he had to compromise—because if the nomads couldn't continue south under the guise of what he called "auspicious omens," their uncoordinated army would soon disband... and then victory would be out of their hands.

After some thought, signing the contract would at least ensure the safety and supplies of the rear for the foreseeable future. Therefore, after repeatedly confirming that this was a price he could afford, Hutot Khan indicated that he was willing to sign the contract immediately if possible. As long as Yang Hao could bring the contract over right now, that would be fine.

“Then we need to wait for Isgard’s guest to arrive—don’t worry, she’s right behind us.” Yang Hao nodded, whispered a few words in Fen’s ear, and then had his elf use teleportation to leave the area.

Watching the elf vanish in an instant, Hutot Khan's expression turned extremely solemn.

Teleportation, especially instant teleportation, is an important resource for most powerful and influential people in this world.

Not only can it guarantee one's own safety, but more importantly, the magic of [Teleportation] can ensure efficient and unified administration, avoiding situations where orders issued on the same day need to be transported for more than ten days, leaving the situation unfinished. At the same time, it can also ensure the monarch's management and rule over local governments.

In terms of assassination, teleportation is more effective in catching enemies off guard... but basically no one would risk letting a mage skilled in teleportation die deep in the enemy's lair.

Especially considering that the Queen of Gaparia possesses the ability to instantly teleport spirits, it's impossible for them to risk her life. However, this also proves that the Queen's presence would render the tactic of exploiting time differences largely ineffective.

It seems that we really can't resort to any underhanded tactics. Khuttok Khan sighed, took out a wine flask from his waist, and took a sip of the mellow milk wine. He said that he hoped that if he had the opportunity, after all three kingdoms had achieved their respective victories, he could personally come to Constantinople to mourn the late emperor.

"After all, he was Emperor Benjamin, who defeated the tribes of the past. He was also the chosen one, and that is why I respect him."

"Unfortunately, I cannot allow strangers to approach his tomb at will. If Hutot Khan wishes to come, please prove that you are a friend of the United Nations—I mean, a friend of a friend, not a superficial friend who would fight over an acre of land."

"That will take time to prove. More importantly... Mr. Regent, I'm curious, did you inherit the name [Bayerjans]?"

"How to say?"

The conversation among the men took a delicate turn.

Yang Hao was unsure why Hutot Khan knew the name of this ancient country, since it seemed there was no such tradition among the barbarians.

Meanwhile, Khuttod Khan was concerned about the subtle change in Yang Hao's expression—because this subtle change seemed to indicate that the name of the country, [Bayer-Zan], was not inherited.

They just looked at each other. Before Yang Hao could give any reply, Fen arrived from afar with a bewildered Black Dragon.

The black dragon is immune to most magic, which means that the [Teleportation Magic] itself is almost ineffective against her. She could only obediently follow Fen on her moose journey. After learning that Yang Hao had kindly given Isugard a great gift, the black dragon, whose temples were already streaked with gray from overwork, almost burst into tears in front of Fen.

She couldn't help but be moved. Clearly, His Majesty Yang Hao could have unilaterally signed a treaty with the barbarians without informing Isgard, and even if she had known, due to the diplomatic rule that "one cannot participate without an invitation," she had no right to complain about the Allied Nations' diplomatic actions.

She worried about whether the southward-moving barbarians would affect the colonial army, and even more so about whether Isgard would be abandoned after gaining new allies—but now everything is alright... His Majesty Yang Hao still remembers us!

I finally feel relieved... Sigh, it's all the colonial army's fault for not being strong enough. If the colonial army could have reached the Roman capital by now, would I be in this state of exhaustion?

Sigh... Being a diplomat in the United Nations is much more comfortable than being a diplomat in Ysgard. At least the United Nations doesn't give me so many headaches...

Miss Black Dragon sighed heavily, and after pulling herself together, the temporary military alliance and non-aggression pact concerning the three-nation alliance were temporarily signed in the presence of Finn, Yang Hao, Huttok Khan, and Black Dragon Nia...

The matter of the distribution of benefits will have to wait until later—in short, Hutto Khan's army has been granted the authority to move south, the United Nations does not need to deploy military forces to the north for the time being, and Issugard does not need to worry that the southward-moving barbarians will have any major negative impact on its colonial war.

And so, the three nations stood behind a table for the time being. On the other side of the table was the Roman Empire, whose left and right feet and left and right hands were fighting each other.

When talking about the Roman Empire, one must mention the Alese soldiers in the heart of the Roman Empire.

After being forced to defend the capital, the soldiers of Aleser had essentially lost all contact with their own fleet and logistics.

Although they could prepare lead bullets themselves using molds, the capital city wasn't an industrial city to begin with, and the amount of lead in the entire capital was limited. Not to mention that the Aleserans' other equipment required domestically produced parts for maintenance.

Simply put, these are the components for air cylinders and air guns. You can't expect the artisans in the Roman capital to handcraft these things, can you? Although we've tried, the artisans who are capable of handcrafting them don't produce many, and those who aren't just wasting resources.

In desperation, they could only send some scouts to the coast outside Drake Harbor in the south, hoping to encounter their own fleet that was blockading the sea area. They hoped the fleet could help relay the message back home and then bring supplies to the cloud.

But for Alessar's navy, the current situation is also very awkward.

On one hand, after receiving supplies from the land, the Alessar navy's blockade of the port could only be limited to a mere blockade. They dared not actually attack the port, because it had long been emptied, and their bombardment of the port would only cause casualties to the Romans, without causing any real trouble for the Isugardians.

On the other hand, the Alessar navy also had no way to transport supplies in bulk to its infantry on land without dock facilities... let alone bypass the blockade of the undead and transport these supplies to the capital by manpower through mountains and valleys.

"Who told our ships to have such a deep draft? If we really wanted to transport a large amount of cargo, wouldn't we just have to run aground? Besides, if we just put those supplies that can't take in water into the water and let them float over, wouldn't they be too easy to ruin? But if we only rely on small boats, how long would it take to transport them?"

The Alessar navy was in a real bind and, left with no other option, sent the army's needs back home. Upon receiving the information, the Alessar emperor was also bewildered and helpless by the bizarre changes in the Roman Empire.

Just a while ago, he was celebrating with the nation that control of Roman was just around the corner. How come Roman suddenly looks like he's about to die?

And they didn't even mention that they were about to die, it seems like they killed themselves? What exactly happened?

At this moment, the Emperor of Allese was like a germ invading the human body, intending to kill it, only to discover that the person was terminally ill. Not only that, he, as the germ, had become the dying man's last lifeline...

The change in his role left Emperor Alesser disoriented, but more importantly, he was concerned about the needs of his own troops.

There is no doubt that supplies will need to be delivered. But where exactly to begin delivering supplies is a good question.

Emperor Alessar summoned his secretary and all the generals remaining in the country. Together they studied the latest Roman map, examining the so-called "Undead," "Isugard," and the northern "United Nations'" attack routes, and they reached a conclusion.

To transport supplies, the only option is to start with the mines in the east. Although there seem to be no facilities for transporting supplies there, closer inspection reveals a shallow area within the mines that could be used to build a dock for the Ares...

Once that dock is built, large-scale transport of supplies to the transit station will become possible. And once large-scale supplies can be transported to the transit station, it will also be possible to transport supplies by manpower along the relatively safe mountain roads of the eastern mines.

"It's better to do this than to have our soldiers risk being hunted by the undead to transport heavy supplies. Besides, the mines in the east are closer to us than those in the south."

The general who remained behind sighed.

"But this means we'll have to send even more soldiers to protect our interests in the Roman Empire... And the Isugardian fleet will be back soon, at which point Isugardian will definitely launch a more swift attack. We must at least intercept them outside the capital, or..."

Or perhaps?

"Or we could make Prince Gassen the leader of the [government-in-exile] and have him come to our Arese to ensure his safety—as long as he has the blood of the Roman royal family, then we have the legal right to control the Roman Empire. After all, we can't possibly kill all the people of Roman and replace them with our own people to clear the land, can we? That's impossible. Absolutely impossible."

Alese is an archipelago nation with a small population, which is why they prefer to use the labor of the Romans to acquire a large amount of resources for themselves, rather than managing the vast territory of that empire themselves.

Naturally, they needed Prince Gassen to live. Because as long as Prince Gassen lived, the Roman Empire would be legally under Alesser's control, and only then would the people of the Roman Empire acknowledge Alesser's authority...

However, even so, if the Alessars were to continue sending elite troops into the Roman Empire, it would be a risky move for the current Alessar emperor.

Should he take a gamble, or give up now? The emperor gritted his teeth, and after imagining the future where the resource-poor Aresel might eventually be colonized by Issugard, he decided to take the gamble.

After all, regardless of whether they gamble or not, this country has reached its most dangerous juncture. Rather than sitting and waiting to die, they might as well stand up and try to carve a bloody path.

Thus, under the orders of Emperor Alesser, the entire Kingdom of Alesser was mobilized to concentrate its efforts on assisting Roman in resisting the invasion.

And it was at this moment that another meteor appeared in the sky. The meteor that appeared in broad daylight was not dazzling, but the mages still keenly noticed its falling trajectory.

While the witches in the distant parish lamented that "Roman's demise is imminent," they also assisted their old friends with administrative affairs. Their ranks of ascetics grew stronger day by day, and for some reason, their power, after separating from the followers of the old church, seemed to become increasingly pure...

Why is that? The witch already knew the answer in her heart, but the saintess needed time to figure it out herself.

She continued her work while studying the shooting stars in the sky.

High in the sky, after sacrificing several landmasses for the last time, the last core area of ​​Eden finally succumbed to the demons' attack.

They had to make an emergency landing. No matter what the ground looked like, they had to land to have any chance of survival.

The synthetic doll chose to crash-land in the western coastal region of the forests of the present-day continent of Elusia. Theoretically, the territory once occupied by the nation of Bayez was a relatively safe area, where demons were theoretically less likely to exist. More importantly, it possessed abundant coastal resources, a necessary condition for the Eden Kingdom to restart its reactor.

Everything is ready. All the magical dolls are waiting for the forced landing to begin, while the demon attacking the last defensive stronghold is also gathering its strength.

Finally, with a crisp sound, Elena severed the artificial magic channel between the floating island and the launch module, concentrating all her magic power into the buffer device.

The continent in the sky began to fall. Its fall occurred precisely on April 7th, the day the Khan's army marched south and Yang Hao and his colleagues returned to Constantinople.

Chapter 1: The Fallen Land and the Demon (8K)

On April 7th, while the Khan's army had crossed the blockade and marched south to join forces with the Issugard colonial army and prepare to fight the Roman Empire to the death, Yang Hao and his group were in Constantinople planning their next steps.

Undoubtedly, with the temporary establishment of Khuttod Khan's military allies, the United Kingdom now had a relatively safe north. With the north relatively secure, they could then focus on other tasks.

First, naturally, was the reduction of the number of troops stationed at the rhombus fortress and the cessation of the construction of the city walls. Then came the planning for the next invasion of the Roman Empire.

The most urgent task is to ensure the supply of metallic minerals to the United Nations—the most important of which is naturally iron ore. Relying solely on the Oak Mine's output is indeed too slow. However, Yang Hao is unwilling to give up the Oak Factory's pollution-free operation and its lack of manpower drain, so he plans to try and negotiate...

Could we create a new "Elf Forest" in another location? Could the elven forest expand beyond the monster forest to other areas?

Faced with Yang Hao's question, Fen pondered for a long time before slumping onto the table and letting out a heavy sigh.

"I don't know whether to call it wishful thinking or if it's actually possible... Anyway, Yang Hao, I have to make this clear to you—the Elf Forest is a very fragile and unique place in its early stages, requiring a large amount of magic to survive the dangerous period. Even elves don't have the confidence to cultivate ancient elven trees outside the forest. Do you understand?"

To put it simply... it's like having the fetus outside the body instead of inside the mother during pregnancy—it's not impossible, but extremely, extremely, extremely dangerous.

"In other words, if we want to do this, the most important issue is figuring out how to solve the problem of [magic]?"

"Correct."

Unlike the Monster Forest or the Elf Forest, other parts of the Roman Empire do not possess a significant amount of magic. In fact, even with the size of the Monster Forest, it would take an extremely long time to prepare for the development of an Elf Forest.

The elves would naturally be happy for their forests to appear all over the world—but they knew better than anyone that doing so without magic would not only waste the seeds of the ancient elven trees, but more importantly, it would waste a great deal of time.

But Yang Hao's thinking was the opposite.

He said that since the elves felt that the most important problem in cultivating the Ancient Elf Tree in other places was the issue of magic reserves, wouldn't that mean that as long as the problem of magic reserves is solved, everything can be solved?

"Can't our magic storage devices work?" He tried to find a direction for development from his previous achievements. "Using enough magic storage devices to forcibly create an excess of magic in both Kagard Territory and Shkur Territory... Under such circumstances, could the ancient elven trees grow?"

"That's possible... but my dear Mr. Yang Hao, have you forgotten that magic storage devices account for a large portion of the trade quota in Isgard? And the speed at which we in the Elf Forest can store magic without damaging our magic limit is limited..."

"Can we try a different approach? How about we destroy the magic power cap in other parts of the Roman Empire, and then transport the magic power from those other places to those two locations?"

"...That seems like it might work?"

The elf raised its head and stared blankly at Yang Hao.

Just as the elf was considering the possibility of Yang Hao's plan, the nun who had been dozing off with her head on Yang Hao's lap sighed heavily, and then slowly climbed up, clinging to Yang Hao's clothes.

“I don’t want to talk about anything, but I hope my husband and my friend can seriously consider the fact that the current state of the Roman Empire simply does not support our magical plundering.”

The haughty nun sighed, grabbed Yang Hao's ear with one hand, and Fen's cheek with the other.

Her disappointed expression, as if she were saying "you're not living up to my expectations," made the two people being pulled feel very awkward, but to be honest, Theresa's reminder was very correct.

After all, the entire Roman Empire is currently a battlefield of chaos. Not only are people fighting everywhere, but the undead population alone, whose exact duration is unknown, is a moving "wall" preventing the elves from gathering magic power.

Furthermore, considering the long time required for magic storage devices to accumulate magic, and the transportation costs... drawing magic from the Roman Empire is, in a sense, less efficient than gradually expanding the area of ​​the Monster Forest and slowly spreading it towards the Khagad and Shkul territories...

At least this way the efficiency is visibly higher. Yang Hao sighed softly as he thought of this. After helping the obviously still sleepy little nun sit on his lap, he noticed that Fen had also walked to his other side with her puffed-out cheeks.

She looked at the smug nun in Yang Hao's arms, her eyes seeming to say, "Make way."

The nun simply rolled her eyes at Fen, moved aside from Yang Hao's right thigh, and then pouted angrily.

Before Yang Hao could respond, Fen simply sat on his lap...