Star Iron, conquer the world from Omphalos

Star Iron, Conquering the World from Omphalos Author: Zhi Qiyikou

Introduction:

[In the era of the demise of the old gods, the black tide continues to spread, swallowing up the last territory of mankind]

[You came from the darkness and raised the dazzling sun for the world]

[The golden hero cannot stop you from moving forward, and you can break the mad king's claws]

[Wherever you go, the believers of the earth worship you and regard you as the incarnation of God]

[When the yellow sand builds a towering wall, the eternal night will be dispelled by the sun, and you will eventually become the supreme dragon holding power]

"So, it's reasonable for me, a desert emperor, to want to unify Omphalos and restore the glory of Shurima, right?"

"Titan of Strife? Is that thing very powerful? How many divisions does it have?"

"My soldiers, advance!"

This is a story about a player who possesses the ability of the Desert Emperor, who raises the Sun Disc in the Star Iron World and even draws upon the power of the Dragon King to spread (excitement) and (wind) friendship and (make) love (waves) in the Star Iron World.

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It's not a pornographic story, it's just a hype, but the plot is solid, the content is large and the content is full, welcome to taste it

Omphalos's Journey: Chapter 1 What the Hell is this for?!

The eternal land, Omphalos.

In a dark place, sparks appeared.

In the scattered villages under the night sky, figures can be vaguely seen walking back and forth.

To the north of the village, there is a huge silhouette of ruins, a magnificent creation symbolizing the Titan theocracy. Several people sit around the bonfire outside the altar with serious expressions.

The light of the fire shone on their faces, and no one spoke in the night.

Until an old voice broke the silence.

"Ohma's messengers have come here again, bringing with them Kephal's mercy. They promised that if we were willing to move to the Holy City, we would enjoy the protection of the Golden People and find respite from the claws of strife."

The person who spoke raised his head, his old face expressionless, his cloudy eyes looking at everyone.

"You are all the tribe's support. It's up to you to decide."

His voice was tired.

"Priest Otto, we cannot agree to this," an old man in his fifties said excitedly. "They are from the Senate. Those guys would never consider protecting others. They invited our people only to increase their control over Ohma and use our bodies to build a wall to protect them from threats."

"Furthermore, the Golden Race and them may not be as friendly as they appear. If we get caught up in the conflict between the two factions, the people of Tilkas will have no chance of survival. By then, we will all become Tilkas's sinners!"

"Carlt, don't get excited. This is the problem we need to solve, isn't it?" Priest Ultra said gently.

"Yes, even if we don't go to Ohma, this place is no longer safe. The minions of the conflict are increasing in number, Nicardoli's madness is still continuing, the village guards are being injured one after another, and we are even seriously short of medicine to treat them."

Another person sighed.

"It's said," said the youngest middle-aged man by the campfire. He waited until everyone else stopped talking before saying, "The one coming this time is from the Golden Race, Aglaya. She's the leader of the Golden Race, so perhaps we can give her a little more trust."

"Aglaia?"

"I know her, the powerful Golden Descendant. It was with her leadership that Ohma was able to successfully resist Nicadori's attacks many times."

"But the Senate may not truly trust them. Those elders simply want to use the Golden Ones as a weapon to eliminate the threat posed by Nicardori. Have you forgotten? Among the elders, there was a man named 'Kainnis' who was responsible for assassinating the Golden Ones at the end of the Golden War."

That is the story of the last era of conflict. Although it was not so long ago, very few people know about it.

But those present were all elders of the Tilkas tribe. They knew full well the cunning of the Senate and that the Golden Races were not as just and kind as the prophecy said.

Everyone has selfish desires, and no one would save others for no reason, especially in this apocalyptic environment.

Seeing that no one could reach a conclusion after discussion, Priest Otto stood up, turned around and slowly walked towards the altar.

He lit the fire channel with a torch, and the burning flames were like a tail rising in the darkness, brushing away the darkness and coldness in front of the ruins.

Upon seeing this, the others turned around and knelt down towards the ruins.

Priest Otto also knelt on the altar. He raised his head, his old face full of piety, and then raised his hands high, then lowered them, prostrating himself on the ground.

"Great Gioria, the backbone of the vast earth, the unyielding will of a rock! Please listen to the most pious call of your people and guide us to the dawn that will break the darkness!"

"Great Gioria, the backbone of the vast earth, with a rock-hard, unyielding will..."

The people under the altar followed suit and called out.

The sound traveled far away under the boundless night, like a call across time and space, echoing in the lonely and boundless earth.

But the towering ruins did not respond for a long time, and the majestic statues standing tall between heaven and earth did not make any echo, just like raindrops sinking into the earth without causing the slightest ripples.

It is rumored that in Gioria, the Titan who controlled the power of the earth has fallen, his fire has been collected by the Golden People, and his power no longer exists.

But the people of the Tilkas always believed that the gods would not perish, and as long as the land beneath their feet still existed, Gioria would one day come again.

Rumble~~

Suddenly, a strange noise was heard.

Otto and the others were delighted at first, thinking that their piety had finally paid off.

But then a panicked scream pierced the night sky.

"Help, help!——"

"The black tide is coming! The monsters are coming!!!"

The sound came from the direction of the village.

The Ultra Priest's face changed drastically, and he turned around and said, "Oh no, Julius, go save the villagers!"

The youngest middle-aged man in the crowd immediately stood up, grabbed the big sword beside him and rushed out.

"The Black Tide, it's actually the Black Tide!"

The Ultra Priest couldn't help but tremble.

Others also showed despair on their faces.

If it were Nicardoli's minions who came, they still had hope of resistance.

But it's the Kuroshio Current.

The disease of Omphalos, an unknown threat, swept across the land, leaving only desolation and death wherever it went!

"Hurry, hurry, go back to the village!"

When Otto and his men returned to the village, the battle had reached its most intense stage.

The black tide rose from the boundless night sky and spread silently, catching the people of Tilkas off guard. By the time they reacted, the black tide was already right in front of them.

The village's guard captain, Julius, holding a greatsword, led the guards to fight against the enemies rushing out of the black tide.

No one knows what these creatures are, but wherever the Black Tide appears, they are always accompanied by these monsters. The only way to resist the Black Tide is to kill them all, so that you can have a respite from the Black Tide's erosion.

"Warriors of Tilkas, stop them! We must not let these creatures set foot in the village!"

Julius roared.

He chopped with a greatsword, his knotted muscles bursting out with powerful strength, and the sword cut into the monster's body, killing one, but more monsters rushed out from under the black tide.

As for those guards, they were just ordinary people, and their fighting power was far inferior to Julius.

Looking at his companions falling one after another and the blood soaking the ground, Julius couldn't help but feel despair.

"O Gioria, the Rocky Spine, please open your eyes and look at your people!!!"

He cried out in grief.

Wow! ! !

A gust of sand swept in.

A storm of golden dust swirled, glittering in the firelight.

As Julius and the others were stunned, the dust exploded from the sky, and the fine sand quickly condensed in the air, turning into arrows that pierced the black tide monster.

Swish swish!

Like a rain of arrows!

Boom!

The dust gathered in the center exploded, and a figure rushed out from it. The man was holding a long stick weapon and single-handedly stopped the black tide monster outside the village of Tilkas!

"this..."

Wind and sand are flying all over the sky.

The golden sand is like a sharp sword, constantly reaping the lives of monsters.

Finally, the black tide seemed to be oppressed by the sand and began to recede rapidly towards the outside of the village.

As the black tide disappeared, the monster also disappeared into the darkness.

"Has the black tide receded?"

"Did we survive?"

The warriors of Tilkas looked surprised and felt a little unreal.

Is this... the end?

"Who is he?"

someone asked.

Not far from the village, the figure under the yellow sand turned around.

Julius saw that the man had black hair that covered his eyebrows, eyes as deep as the night sky, and was about twenty years old. He was very handsome.

He just looked dusty and like he had been traveling for a long time.

"Hello, may I ask who you are..." Julius hurried forward.

"Hey, I finally met a living person! I thought everyone in this world was dead!" Ash looked at these people and asked, "Excuse me, is this in Runeterra?"

Julius was bewildered.

"No? What about the Star Train? Do you know?"

Julius continued to be confused.

"I don't know either? What about the Seven Gods? This isn't Teyvat, is it?"

Julius was silent.

"Fuck, none of that? What the hell is this doing to me?"

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ps: I'm new to writing a book and need help! .

Omphalos's Journey: Chapter 2 I am the Emperor of the Desert, Not a Titan Emissary

After half an hour.

In a house within the Tilkas tribe.

After listening to Otto's story, Ash was silent for a while.

Good news, this is the Star Iron World, old players.

The bad news is that there is a new version of Star Iron, and I haven’t started playing it yet.

As a time traveler, Ash is now very calm, so calm that he just wants to raise his middle finger to the sky.

"After all this time, I'm still at Xingtie."

In fact, when he first traveled through time, he suspected that this was the Star Iron World or the Rune Land.

The reason is simple, because before crossing over, he was updating the Star Iron 3.0 version, and then he opened the League of Legends while waiting.

According to the experience of the older generation of time travelers, the place they traveled to is most likely in the game they played before traveling through time.

The reason why he prefers Runeterra is also very simple, because after crossing over, he obtained the abilities of the hero 'Desert Emperor' in League of Legends.