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

"Julius' ancestors in the Pantheon blessed this unborn life, and at this time, Loran, the commander of the Thirty-Seventh Legion, led a large army to wipe out the alien races and happened to be attracted by the traces of the ritual."

"It is reasonable that the commander who was worshipping the evil god faithfully performed his duties, and that the army interfered with the ritual, causing the sacrifice at the northern altar to fail."

"The power that descended did not completely disappear; instead, it remained in the womb of Iris, the chief sacrifice, and merged with the embryo."

"In the future, this child will be born as a demigod, and he will be filled with glory..."

Loran paused for a moment, then gave a strange smile. What template should he give this mixed-race child?

Lorraine continued, “His name is Maximus. He will be taken back by his father and adopted as his heir due to the extinction of his father’s brother, thus gaining the rightful heir to the Julius family.”

"The Julius family, with its four generations of elders, will provide him with the best appeal in the future upheavals of the empire. He will dominate the north of the empire and is expected to lead the alliance to defeat the barbarians who have entered the capital."

"His cruel grandfather will eventually die at the hands of his grandson Maximus, thus cementing his grandson's infamy."

After Yuan Benchu ​​and Perseus finished writing this story about the golden pheasant, the papyrus containing the writing seemed to have been burned and disappeared into the void.

Fate has already written its own destiny; whether it can be fulfilled depends on Loran's own abilities!

Since acquiring the mysterious talent of returning to one's ancestral home, Loran has long since stopped using it simply as a causal law for worshipping his adoptive father.

The essence of the Heavenly Mandate Returns to its Origin is a divine power of destiny. Interfering with the course of destiny is the true nature of this divine power. Therefore, Loran has been trying to use this divine power to interfere with more areas of destiny.

As for why it was written in the form of a quill pen, it was purely a cosplay of Loran as a tribute to the classic.

Chapter 244 The Godfather's Game: The Dragon Mother's Fall Was ordained by Heaven, and the Dragon-Riding Family Undergoes a Great Upheaval

How many years have passed?

"Or perhaps an entire era?"

"The gods began to part ways with humanity, following the guidance of fate to the divine kingdoms of other worlds, where they continued to enjoy endless glory."

"But I was struck down by the God-King's lightning, forgotten in this spirit realm, trapped in the gap between the prime material world and the outer realms, and then..."

"come down...."

"It keeps falling, as if there's no limit!"

"My teeth are starting to soften and fall out; my scales are gradually rotting; my claws can no longer tear steel; my wings are no longer strong enough to take me to the sky; my limbs are no longer strong enough to support my heavy body."

"I can no longer breathe out dragon breath rich in elemental destructive power, no longer freeze the earth, no longer burn the wasteland, no longer overturn cities, no longer destroy mountains."

"My once-proud wisdom is like a diamond covered in dust, no longer shining brightly and guiding me through the fog and illusion."

"The fall was a long and painful process!"

“I am no longer the glorious Mother of Dragons. After nearly a century of falling, I have become the ‘Blood Lizard God’ in the eyes of humans.”

"My children! When will you come to save your mother?"

In the spirit realm outside the material world, a giant lizard, its body shrouded in blood, crawled in the darkness of the abyss. Ugly, unclean, and lowly, this creature showed no sign of nobility. How could it be associated with the majestic and beautiful true dragon?

It doesn't seem like a god, but rather a divine scourge.

After being knocked unconscious, Elise was chained by Draconis and his men to a makeshift altar in the wasteland, beneath which was piled firewood. According to the Draconis family's sacrificial tradition, fire sacrifice was the highest form of offering.

Following the knowledge his family had taught him, Lucius Draconis Marco donned the priest's robes that had been prepared beforehand and began the sacrificial ritual.

A raging fire broke out, sending plumes of black smoke soaring into the sky.

Logically, in such a situation, the people inside would either be consumed by the flames or suffocated by the thick smoke.

However, Iris was unharmed, enveloped in a mysterious white light that protected her from the smoke and fire.

This has left Lucius completely bewildered. Was the sacrifice a success or a failure? Wait, can you really steal a sacrifice? Whose god is this? So unscrupulous!

However, the connection between the priest and the god begins the moment the ritual starts.

Only through correct and precise rituals can offerings truly be delivered into the hands of God, and in return, corresponding blessings be received.

However, the sacrificial offering, the most crucial element in this ritual, went wrong.

Under normal circumstances, unless the opposing god actively expends excess power to forcibly cross the boundary, the ritual is considered a failure and cannot continue.

However, the object of Lukis's sacrifice was closer to the material world than the gods, and he craved this offering even more.

Opposite is pure "dragon blood," which can be used to cleanse His body of impurities and restore Him to the glory of the dragon.

The crimson lizard goddess, formerly the mother of dragons, unleashed her full power in a rage after discovering that her offerings had been stolen. She tore open a gap in the material world and projected her power into reality as if it were free.

But when He came to the material world, He was surprised to find...

"It seems there's more than one source of pure dragon blood?"

They are all of dragon blood; He doesn't discriminate.

Following the principle of picking the softest and most plentiful persimmons, the Blood Lizard aimed its massive maw at the other Draconians near the altar.

Lukis was bitten in two by the blood-red maw that emerged from the altar. The bright red blood sprayed onto the maw, but instead of making the bloodstains thicker, it caused the blood-red grime on the maw to begin to fall off, as if it had encountered the most powerful cleaning agent.

"I want blood, pure dragon blood!!!" The blood lizard roared from its gaping maw, its fury shaking the land for miles around.

Not far away, Loran, leading a cavalry unit and clad in armor, raised his sword-like eyebrows, his face full of speechlessness.

"Do these people or gods even have brains? The Northern Plains are bitterly cold and mostly plains, with no shelter and little smoke. If you light a big fire here for a sacrifice, the thick smoke will be visible from dozens of miles away. If I hadn't come, those barbarians from the Northern Plains might have destroyed your altar, and then what kind of sacrifice would you have?"

"And this guy who roared as soon as he was born, are you afraid the enemy won't come and block your spawn point?!"

Having no hope of understanding the intelligence of these guys, Loran spurred his horse and ordered the cavalry to speed up their march and quickly reach the place where the smoke was rising to eliminate the evil god priests.

At this time, on a huge island called Ironstorm in the southern archipelago, stood a magnificent castle.

In the center of the castle, on the massive open-air altar, a middle-aged man who had fainted was bound to it. Below the altar, a withered old man named Rom Draconis Genor, dressed in ornate priest's robes, looked at the ruby ​​embedded in the altar with a puzzled expression.

"There can't be any mistake, right? According to my prophecy, the northern sacrifices should have begun, and the great Dragon Mother has descended to earth, but why is there no reaction at the altar?"

“The altars of the Draconis family are all interconnected. If the ritual on the other side is successful, the gem should light up. Then I will begin my own ritual to guide my grandmother home.”

"But...where's the signal?"

Old man Rom kept looking down and then up, appearing anxious and impatient. He had planned countless things for Draconian's grand cause, so why was he stuck at this first step?

Without his grandmother's support, his plans would be utterly baseless.

"Could there be a problem with the rituals in the north?"

The old man had barely entertained the idea when he rejected it himself.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! My Dragon Prediction Technique is unparalleled; how could it possibly fail!"

"Why not? It's entirely possible!" At this moment, an old man clad in armor and wielding a sharp sword rushed in with a squad of soldiers, quickly disarming the guards protecting the altar.

“Big brother, stop! The Draconis family can’t take any more of your antics.” Marcus Draconis Geno, the second-in-command of the Draconis family, walked over.

Rom was furious, and he looked at Marcus, who was walking towards him with a sword, like an enraged old dragon.

"What do you mean you can't withstand my meddling? Isn't the fact that our family has survived until now thanks to my prophecy?"

Upon hearing this, Marcus, who had originally intended to spare the other's life, flew into a rage. He swung his greatsword without mercy, severing Rom's head in one fell swoop. The sparsely haired head rolled to the ground, its face filled with disbelief and horror.

How dare Marcus lay a hand on him? How dare he?

Marcus looked at Rom's head with a mocking smile and sneered, "Brother, you ruthlessly sacrifice your people and recklessly carry out your prophecy. Others advised you to value your people, but you said that fighting and bloodshed are inherent in the Draconian family's bloodline."

"What? Now that I'm following what you call the Draconian family's nature, you're starting to find it unbelievable?"

"Does this mean you're the only one who can kill your own people at will, while your people can't kill you?"

"Brother, the prophecy has really messed up your brain, making you so arrogant."

"Your prophecy is already quite accurate if it matches two out of ten pieces of information. Even so, it would require the lives of your people to pay for it. This is not a prophecy; it's like shooting an arrow and then drawing the target."

Marcus picked up a small booklet that had slipped out of the priest Rom's robe. It was filled with all sorts of abstract runes that resembled dragons and snakes, and each rune was accompanied by dense annotations.

Marcus set the pamphlet on fire, threw it on the ground, and watched it turn to ashes.

"From now on, there will be no more dragon prophecy magic, and the Draconis family is about to turn a new page."

Meanwhile, in Kitahara.

Loran held a halberd and rode a tall, magnificent horse from the northern frontier, with a giant lizard head beside the horse's hooves.

The so-called altar was also destroyed by the soldiers and became dilapidated. Loran looked at Iris, who was surrounded by white light, and fell into deep thought.

"I wrote this plot just to try it out. I never expected that I could actually communicate with the gods and ancestral spirits that the Julius family had worshipped for generations without proper rituals. It really broke the ironclad rule of rituals."

"Could it be that the essence of this world's rituals is not communication with heaven and earth, but rather a connection at the level of destiny?"

Loran smiled as he felt the still-undifferentiated embryo inside Iris's lower abdomen.

Another version of Yuan Benchu, let me see how far you can go in this life.

Chapter 245 The Godfather's Game: Slaying Rebels and Making Heroic Deeds, A Chaotic Fate Without Sworn Brotherhood

It is said that the world, after a long period of division, may not necessarily unite, and after a long period of unity, may not necessarily divide.

The Golden Plantage originated from the land of Wolf Hill after the slaying of the Red Dragon by the Divine Ancestor, where they established a city-state. Later, Augustus revived the dynasty, leading to a transition from a republic to an empire, which lasted for five wise emperors before reaching its zenith.

The world is in chaos now, and the people are in dire straits. The cause of this chaos can be traced back to the two emperors Titus and Quintus.

Titus imprisoned virtuous people and placed his trust in eunuchs. When Emperor Titus died, Quintus ascended the throne, assisted by the Praetorian Guard commander and the Senate.

At times, Aulus, the head of the sacred bedroom, and others abused their power. The senators plotted to kill them, but the plan was leaked, and they were instead murdered by the eunuchs and the Praetorian Guard. From then on, Aulus became even more tyrannical.

The emperor saw the elders in the palace and had just ascended his throne when a bull suddenly rushed into the palace. No one could stop it, and everyone fled.

In a short while, the ox disappeared. Suddenly, a great thunderstorm broke out, accompanied by hail, which lasted until midnight, destroying countless houses.

The emperor issued an edict to ask his ministers about the cause of the calamities. The priest Gneqis submitted a memorial, arguing that the ox was the sacred animal of the Father, and thunder and rain were the authority of the Father. He believed that such omens were caused by the Father's anger, and his words were quite direct.

The emperor read the memorial and sighed. Aurus, who was watching from behind, secretly told his attendants everything. Then, using another matter, he framed Gnechis for a crime, and the emperor, as the high priest, dismissed Gnechis from his position as priest of the Father of God.

Later, Aurus, Vebius, Likiel, Cantus, and Uruel conspired against each other, and the emperor trusted Aurus, calling him "my brother."

The government was in disarray, causing widespread unrest and leading to widespread banditry.

There was a slave named Ort, who was tall and possessed superhuman strength. He was generous and had a high reputation among the slaves.

Unable to bear the oppression and beatings of the nobles, he murdered his master and led his slaves in rebellion. Within ten days, an entire province fell, shaking the world.

The emperor issued an edict to suppress the rebels, but the rebels turned their troops to the wind and became fierce and fearless. They inflicted a great defeat on the imperial army in the Cuifeng Valley, with countless casualties among the imperial army of 50,000.

Ort built a temple in the name of Mother Earth Kule to gather people's hearts and established himself as the High Priest. His army all wore yellow sashes, because "yellow" is the color of the earth, to show the faith in Mother Earth Kule, hence the name "Yellow Turbans".

In a short time, the hearts and minds of many provinces were shaken. Within a month, in more than a dozen imperial provinces, local nobles killed their governors and raised their banners to declare independence.

In the blink of an eye, the empire was plunged into turmoil.

Emperor Quintus authorized the governors of various regions to begin expanding their armies in order to suppress the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Turban army launched an attack on the province of Upper Minia.

The governor of Upper Minia province, Caracalla, was a descendant of the wise emperor Ocal. Upon hearing that the enemy troops were approaching, he summoned his officers to discuss the matter.

His subordinates said, "The enemy has many soldiers, while our soldiers are few. The governor should quickly recruit troops to meet the enemy."

Karakara said, and then issued an order to expand the existing Tenth Army Corps into a new Tenth Army Corps.

The proclamation reached the northern highlands of Upper Minya, where it brought forth a local hero.

That man was not fond of reading; he was mild-mannered, taciturn, and rarely showed his emotions; he had great ambitions and loved to make friends with heroes from all over the world; he was tall and imposing, with hands that reached past his knees, a face like jade, and lips like painted rouge.

This man was also a descendant of the wise Emperor Aucale and a relative of the governor Caracalla, named Camartus Aurelius Antony. His ancestor was the second son of Aucale, who later moved to Upper Minia. This branch of the family had long since declined and had little contact with the main branch of Caracalla.

Camartus's father had also worked as a tax collector and died young. Camartus was orphaned at a young age, and his mother remarried. His stepfather was a wealthy merchant in the region. To the southeast of their house stood a large oak tree, over five zhang tall, which, when viewed from a distance, looked like a carriage canopy.

A Gypsy man said, "This family is destined to produce a distinguished person."

When Camartus was young, he was playing with other children in the village under a tree and said, “If I were Augustus, I would ride in this carriage.”

The stepfather was astonished by his words and exclaimed, "My son is no ordinary man!"

At the age of sixteen, his stepfather sent him on a journey to study, where he went to the College of Sirodo. At seventeen, his stepfather was cheated out of his business, went bankrupt, and his family became destitute. In grief and anger, his stepfather passed away, and Camartus had no choice but to return home.

When Caracalla issued his decree to recruit soldiers, Caracallus was already twenty-eight years old.

When establishing a new legion, the governor naturally prioritized his own people. Therefore, Caracalla, who was known for his wisdom and resourcefulness, was recruited into the army as a nephew and appointed as a military tribunal to assist the governor in controlling the new ten legions.

Within a few days, news arrived that the Yellow Turbans would lead 30,000 troops to invade Upper Minia.

Caracalla ordered the new Tenth Legion to defeat the enemy. Camartus and others gladly led their army forward, until they reached the foot of the Black Mountains, where they met the rebels. The rebels all shaved their heads and wore yellow turbans on their foreheads.

With the two armies facing each other, Camartus said to his commander, "The enemy outnumbers us; we must use a surprise attack to win."