Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

Seeing the situation was dire, the great shaman Modan poured all his spiritual power into his bone staff and chanted the most vicious "Blood Soul Curse." Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and a jet-black spiritual power transformed into a giant python, which opened its mouth to devour Purbus.

Purbus neither dodged nor evaded, slamming his halberd into the ground, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano:

The silvery-white battle aura materialized, melting snow under the blazing sun, shattering the giant spiritual python into dust.

Modan suffered a backlash and screamed in agony. Seeing the Great Shaman in dire straits, all the barbarian shaman soldiers rushed to his aid.

The leading shaman pointed his bone staff, and a bolt of lightning struck down! Loran remained calm, and his Red Hare, seemingly possessed by magic, leaped three zhang to the side, dodging the lightning strike.

In the blink of an eye, Loran shouted, and his halberd shot out like a silver dragon from the sea, heading straight for the shaman! In a flash of light, the shaman and his staff were severed in two!

The remaining shamans were terrified and their spells failed. Loran charged forward on horseback, his halberd flashing, as if entering an empty field, and slew seven shamans in succession.

The barbarian army's morale plummeted when they saw their magic broken. Loran raised his halberd high, and silvery battle aura condensed behind him into the phantom of a giant eagle, which cried out to the sky.

Inspired by this, the imperial soldiers felt full of energy and charged out with their spears.

Red Hare trampled through the enemy camps, and the halberd swept away thousands of soldiers.

His fighting spirit was so powerful it terrified the enemy; his mental fortitude terrified the barbarian chieftain.

Lorran led only a dozen or so personal guards in a charge, heading straight for the barbarian chieftain Gor.

When Gore saw that his spell had been broken, he flew into a rage and personally led his guards to fight Loran.

Gore unleashed his life's fighting spirit, his blood flames soaring three zhang high, and his giant axe brought down with the force to split mountains.

When the two horses met, Gore's giant axe cleaved Mount Hua, while Loran's halberd deftly deflected a thousand pounds.

Before the battle had even reached its third exchange, Loran's halberd trembled slightly, and a burst of silvery-white battle aura struck first. A wisp of battle aura condensed into a tangible substance, bypassing the giant axe and heading straight for Gore's throat.

The barbarian chieftain was unable to dodge in time and was pierced through the throat by the fighting spirit, dying on the spot.

Upon seeing their leader fall in battle, the barbarian army collapsed and was routed.

The imperial army pursued their victory, beheading thousands and capturing countless prisoners.

In this battle, Loran killed Chief Gore, annihilated nine shamans, defeated 20,000 enemy soldiers, and captured countless supplies.

Blood flowed like a river at the Red Willow Copper Bank; barbarians, upon hearing the name of Loran, dared not let their children cry at night.

After the battle, Commander Cassius personally removed Loran's armor and exclaimed, "Your battle aura cultivation today has probably reached the 'Saint Realm' level. You were able to break the barbarian's evil magic with your battle aura; it is truly a blessing for the Empire!"

He then held a banquet in the central command tent to celebrate the victory.

During the banquet, Loran suddenly straightened his clothes, went to Cassius's seat, pushed aside the gold and jade pillars, and knelt on the ground: "This humble general, wandering in the borderlands, has met you, my lord, like the sun breaking through the clouds. Today's small victory is entirely due to the governor's might. If you do not despise me, I am willing to acknowledge you as my father and serve you with utmost loyalty. Even if I were to die for you, I would have no regrets!"

Cassius was overjoyed. Although he possessed considerable spiritual power, he had few children. Now, having such a valiant general as his adopted son was a godsend.

Overjoyed, he immediately rose from his seat and helped him up, saying, "Having you is like a fish finding water!" He then treated Loran as his son in the army, adopted him as his son, named him Loran Flavius ​​Cassius, and appointed him as military tribunal.

From then on, everyone in the northern frontier knew that Cassius had an adopted son, whose fighting spirit was divine and whose military strategy was saintly. This was truly:

Red Hare treads on a thousand snowy mountains, Fangtian Halberd sweeps away ten thousand miles of clouds.

Their fighting spirit soared to the heavens, startling the sun and moon; beneath the golden sparrow, they paid homage to their sworn brothers.

If one day I achieve my lofty ambitions, I dare to challenge the heavens and the earth.

If you want to know what is going on, listen to the next breakdown.

Chapter 240 The Godfather's Game: Divine Might Descends, General Star Falls, Tiger Warriors Break Through and Descend to the Northern Frontier

As the golden sparrows descend to the west, smoke signals rise, and heretical gods descend upon the mortal realm.

The blood sacrifice at the altar connects to the underworld, and the legion sheds blood on the crimson sands at dusk.

The adoptive father was seriously injured and entrusted with the family business, but the clansmen started a dispute.

The general, enraged, rebelled and left the camp, and from then on, turmoil broke out in the northern frontier.

It is said that Cassius adopted Loran as his son, bestowed upon him the honorary title of Fengxian, and reported to the empire that he was promoted to military protector and entrusted with the important task of training troops.

Although Loran was of Eastern Barbarian origin, he was well-versed in military affairs, and his martial arts had reached a state of perfection. In less than half a year, he had trained the legion to be as responsive as his own limbs. At every martial arts exercise, one could see:

Banners fluttered, obscuring the sun and moon; armor clanged, shaking the mountains and rivers.

Where the halberd points, a thousand men stand in formation as one;

When the Red Hare steed gallops, ten thousand troops respond as if commanding their own arms.

However, as the empire enjoyed a long period of peace, its discipline gradually deteriorated.

The western highlands were originally the homeland of barbarians. Although they have been assimilated for a century, their people still secretly practice heresy and worship an evil god known as the "God of the Blood Lizard".

At that time, the border governor was levying exorbitant taxes, and the barbarian-born legion commander, Bok, in a fit of rage, joined forces with the barbarian tribes in the mountains to rebel, claiming that he would "re-establish the altar and recast the blood sacrifice."

The empire was furious and hastily appointed Cassius, a nobleman of impeccable character, as commander-in-chief to quell the rebellion. Cassius, accompanied by his adopted son Loran, led the Seventh and Eighth Legions on a westward expedition.

When the army reached the Valley of Weeping Blood, they saw:

A chilling wind howled through the valley, and white bones littered the cliffside.

Black crows blanket the sky with their mournful cries, and a fountain of blood gurgles, carrying a foul stench.

As soon as the two armies clashed, the rebels, though numerous, were disorganized and no match for the empire's elite troops. Loran personally led his iron cavalry in a charge, his halberd flashing with silvery battle aura like a rainbow piercing the sun, splitting the rebel army like waves crashing against the shore.

Just as they were about to charge straight for the central army, they suddenly saw nine altars made of human bones behind the rebel army's formation burst into flames, with dozens of priests in blood-red robes dancing wildly around them!

He was the first to raise the scepter inlaid with a skull and shout:

"With the blood of a thousand, I summon my god to descend to earth! God of the Blood Lizard, please unleash your divine might!"

In an instant, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light. Nine beams of blood-red light shot into the sky, coalescing in mid-air into a gigantic phantom with a lizard's head and a human body, shrouded in blood-red light!

The divine figure was over five zhang tall, its divine might like a prison, making it hard for the imperial soldiers to breathe.

"Not good! It's the Other God descending!" Cassius's expression changed drastically. He quickly channeled his mental energy, and a giant blue light screen, like an inverted bowl, protected the central army.

However, how could mortals withstand divine might? The phantom of the evil god roared to the sky, and the sound waves spread as if they were real. The soldiers in the front ranks of the empire were struck as if by a heavy blow, and they died with blood flowing from their ears and noses.

Even worse, some soldiers suddenly went mad, their eyes turned bloodshot, and they turned against their own side!

Seeing the situation was dire, Loran unleashed his silvery-white battle aura to its fullest extent and roared, "All troops, form a circular formation and hold your ground! My personal guard, follow me and destroy the altar!"

But Red Hare traversed the mountainous terrain as if it were flat ground. Instead of directly attacking the evil god, Loran led three hundred elite troops to circle around to the rear of the formation. With a flurry of halberds, they shattered three altars in succession.

With each broken jar, the phantom of the evil god twisted a little more.

The rebel prophet was alarmed upon seeing this and unleashed his divine power, causing a rain of blood to fall from the sky.

As blood rained down on them, the imperial soldiers felt their energy draining away, while the rebels grew even more ferocious.

Cassius, battered and bruised, used his last ounce of mental strength to form a protective shield, and roared, "My son! Destroy the central altar! That is the true source of divine descent!"

Loran understood, and with a sweeping motion of his halberd, he forced back the pursuers. He then took out three demon-hunting arrows from his saddlebag—gifts from the priestess of the Hunting Goddess of the Imperial Pantheon before the expedition.

He spurred his horse and leaped into the air, channeling his fighting spirit into the arrow, and roared:

"Shoot the halberd at the gate, vanquish evil and slay the gods!"

Three arrows flew in quick succession, like shooting stars chasing the moon, carrying dazzling silver-white battle aura, striking the very core of the main altar!

With a deafening roar, the altar collapsed, and the phantom of the evil god let out a furious, unwilling roar before gradually dissipating.

However, Cassius had exhausted his life force to maintain the shield. Loran rushed back to the central army and knelt to help his elderly father. The old general, his face ashen, took his hand and sighed:

"My son... today's battle has shown me the terror of heretical gods. The Empire... the Legion... are all entrusted to you..." With that, he passed away peacefully.

According to imperial law, adopted children have the same rights as biological children.

Loran was supposed to succeed as legion commander, but when the bad news reached the capital, Cassius's distant nephew Lucius immediately rallied the conservative faction in the Senate and launched an attack on the grounds that "the barbarian bloodline is not pure and they are not fit for the great task."

Seven days later, when Lorraine returned with the coffin, Lucius led his personal guards to block the camp gate:

"Barbarian! You dare to command my late uncle's army?"

Loran's eyebrows shot up: "I am the legal heir; how dare you be so insolent?"

Lucius sneered and produced a Senate decree: "Upon investigation, it has been found that when Uncle Cassius adopted you, he did not perform the ancient rites of worshipping the great god. This adoption is invalid! You are hereby ordered to immediately relinquish your military command, and I will temporarily assume the position of legion commander!"

An uproar immediately broke out in the army. Some generals of noble birth immediately sided with Lucius, while most soldiers were indignant.

Claudius, the senior commissar of the Seventh Legion, said sternly:

"To seize a general in the heat of battle is the path to defeat! General Loran has just achieved great merit; how can you do such a thing?"

Lucius glanced sideways at him: "Claudius, are you going to follow this barbarian too?"

That night, Loran sat alone in his tent when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. It turned out that Lucius had sent men to collect the military tally.

"General!" Claudius burst into the tent. "Lucius is trying to win over the captains, promising them great rewards. If we don't leave now, we risk disaster!"

Loran stood up, his silvery-white battle aura spontaneously erupting and extinguishing all the candles in the tent.

"I have shed blood for the empire, yet you treat me with such contempt because of blood ties! Issue the order: those who wish to follow me, prepare yourselves immediately!"

That night, the Seventh Army Corps camp was brightly lit. By dawn, seven thousand of the more than ten thousand elite troops were willing to follow him to the death.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the camp, Loran carried the coffin out of the camp and addressed the soldiers remaining behind:

"This parting is not of my choosing. If we meet again on the battlefield, my lords, show no mercy!"

Lucius watched from the camp gate, his eyes blazing with fury, but he dared not stop them.

Upon hearing the news, the Duke of the North personally led his entourage to greet him thirty li away, and grasped his hand, saying:

"The arrival of a general is like gaining a hundred thousand soldiers! The gates of the Tilsius family are forever open to true heroes!"

From then on, Tyr's forces gained a powerful general, but the sky of the Plantagenet Empire was cracked with a wound that could never be healed.

A heretical god descends to earth, causing the death of a general and the fall of soldiers.

When his relatives rebelled and seized military power, the fierce general, enraged, turned against his camp.

Seven thousand elite troops followed their lord, adding a new pillar to the northern frontier.

If one day I achieve my lofty ambitions, I will surely bring a new era to the Golden Sparrow.

To find out how Loran continues to achieve great things in the northern frontier, stay tuned for the next installment.

Chapter 241 The Godfather's Game: Tilsius harbors treacherous intentions, Loran cleverly schemes to build his empire.

(Ribbit, I've gone bald from imitating the style of historical fiction so much, I'm not going to write like that anymore!)

"Another guy trying to adopt me. Are the nobles of the empire so easily extinct?" Loran drew a beautifully decorated yew longbow and shot an arrow, which struck a Black Wolf tribesman running ahead.

"Who in the entire northern frontier doesn't know of the general's bravery? It's only natural that the Duke of the North would have such ambitions."

Claudius, clad in light armor, stood behind Loran with his hand on his short sword. Claudius, also of noble birth, was quite knowledgeable about such matters. He was impressed by Loran's bravery on the battlefield and thus followed him to the Seventh Legion.

Now, in the northern frontier, Loran has brought a mixed force of seven thousand men, some of whom have been incorporated into the barbarian tribes. With the support of the Duke of the North, a new legion has been formed, numbered Thirty-Seven, with nearly nine thousand soldiers.

However, the Duke of the North has recently revealed his intention to adopt Loran as his son, but compared to Cassius, the Duke of the North is more insidious and calculating.

In the early days of the Golden Flower Empire, although family bloodline inheritance was still the mainstream, it was not as powerful as it is now.

The custom of adopting children was inherited from that time. In that era, many nobles would rather hand over their family to their adopted sons than allow their illegitimate children to have inheritance rights.

But nowadays... transferring illegitimate children to the status of nephews or registering them with the wife's family, and then transferring them to the status of adopted children, is all standard practice among nobles.

In the early days of the empire, adopting a son was a very serious matter. Many nobles would only adopt one son in their lifetime, but now many nobles adopt more than a dozen at a time, much like Lan Yu adopting his godsons.

It would be quite unusual for someone like Cassius to be fifty years old and still not have adopted a child.

The current Duke of the North, Tyrius Octlius Lenatus, is forty-two years old and still in good health, capable of fighting on the battlefield. In terms of status, he is slightly higher than Cassius, the former commander of the Seventh Legion.

Tilsius's desire to adopt Loran was actually exploiting a loophole in imperial law. According to the imperial code, an adopted child has the same status as a biological child, therefore a person can only have one adoptive father.

However, as everyone knows, the law is the law, and its enforcement is enforcement; this has always been the case. When a law is useful to the powerful and wealthy, it is selectively enforced; when it is useless to them, it is discarded like worn-out shoes.

The statement that "adopted children have the same status as biological children" is actually rather vague.

So the question arises: are the rights and responsibilities of an adopted son truly equal?

In the early days of the empire, the state was not yet so vast. The emperor and the Senate could even directly govern every district of the empire. The laws were relatively clear, and once a person's position was established, their power, responsibilities, and obligations within the empire were generally well-defined.

However, as the empire grew larger, the imperial succession system was never clear. Coupled with the struggles between the emperor and the elders, military coups, court scandals, and the emergence of dictators, as well as the fact that the empire absorbed a large number of nobles from conquered territories into the upper and middle classes during its expansion, and also accepted many barbarian forces as new military leaders, the empire's power, responsibilities, and status began to become blurred.

This led nobles to particularly enjoy exploiting loopholes in the imperial legal code. For example, the status of adopted sons was equivalent to that of biological children, and many nobles practiced the following:

On the surface, I will give you the same honors as my own child; you can even take my family name, and I will lend you a hand on your path to success. However, you must serve me as your biological father, and I will have all the authority of a father over you, my adopted children.

But does it involve the inheritance of family property and titles? Well, I'm sorry, there are local traditions to follow. Please, Your Majesty and Governors, consider this carefully.