Molic Empire, imperial capital.

The former city of mercenaries and fairness, after more than two hundred years of construction of the empire, has become the political and economic center of the entire continent.

The bustling and towering marble buildings are everywhere, and merchants and nobles from all over the country are flooding the streets, and humans and orcs coexist peacefully, bringing a strange scene of prosperity.

A carriage from the north, mixed in the caravan, easily passed the inspection of the city gate guards and entered the city.

The car window opened and a young and handsome face appeared.

"Taklau, and Ilya...I will prove it to you...The Legend of Empire...Ho..."

Phil whispered and closed the window.

...

night.

Deep in the magnificent palace.

Jupiter sat quietly in the rocking chair, his eyes blurred, not knowing what he was thinking.

The physique of the legendary warrior allowed him to retain his youthful appearance, and the effect would not disappear until the moment he died of old age.

Even so, his eyes were no longer young, with a sense of vicissitudes of life.

A man has been in the position of emperor for two hundred years, and has never seen any conspiracy? It is enough for him to grow and mature.

Even, I reached a state where my heart was as stagnant as water.

Even recently, some descendants began to compete for power and profit, rushing to show off in front of him like peacocks spreading their faces. Jupiter knew exactly why.

But he was already very tired, so tired that he didn't want to worry about these things.

Now, the only thing that can attract his attention is only one.

"Is the second obelisk... finally born?"

Jupiter sighed faintly: "The magician...a group of people who master mysterious power, heal, flame, fly..."

He threw the information on the table next to him and shook his head: "This country is about to change again! No... I don't allow it! The existence of extraordinary power is a mistake! The infinite greed of human beings, once they obtain extraordinary power, they will want more... The group of magicians should not exist!"

As an emperor and a legend, he limited extraordinary power and restricted the circulation of obelisks. He was not afraid of someone surpassing himself, but rather that he was afraid of putting the empire in chaos again.

Jupiter looked at the void with a confused look on his eyes: "Tavia, Timon, Vanda... wait a little longer, and I will accompany you when I go to the last battle..."

"Haha... I didn't expect that our Emperor was such a sentimental person..."

At this moment, a joking voice suddenly sounded from the air.

"who?"

"There are assassins!"

"Protect Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Around, a large number of superstring warriors emerged.

Many people looked up and saw a mysterious man wrapped in a black robe.

He floated in the air, like a god, looking down at everyone from a high place.

"Magic?"

Jupiter looked up and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are very brave... You dare to appear in front of me."

"I once killed a hero, and now I want to see the power of legend!"

Phil's voice was low, and a circle of fire appeared around him.

He raised his staff, and a big bird of flames like a phoenix emerged and pounced down with a loud chirping.

The fire waves swept, and the plants in the garden withered instantly, flooding Jupiter in the center.

He seemed to have not dodged and faced the full power of this spell head-on.

Seeing this scene, Phil's mouth curled up.

This is the fourth-level spell he developed - "Phoenix Flame"! The power has increased several times based on the Firebird Technique, enough to melt gold fossils. Even if the hero is hit, there is only one way to die.

But the next moment.

puff!

Phil's eyes froze. He saw a black shadow breaking through the flames and came to him at a speed beyond his imagination.

The flames burned on the other party, but they could not hurt the other party at all!

The legendary superstring warrior is completely in two forms of life than before.

Its immunity and resistance have achieved a qualitative leap!

This is a realm that Phil never imagined.

Jupiter had a expressionless face and punched her.

This punch was just plain, but the several "atmospheric barriers" that Phil set up in a row were roughly broken, and the "offset force field" was useless. The circle of "resistance fire rings" around him was blown away directly.

Phil tried his best to fly back, but felt that his chest was still hit by a city-killing car head-on, and the sound of a fracture was heard.

He squirted out a mouthful of blood, like a kite with broken strings, landing obliquely outside the palace.

Jupiter landed on the ground, ignoring the god-like gaze around him, as if he had done something insignificant.

"He hasn't died completely...find him and caught him!"

The emperor gave the order coldly.

A large number of guards woke up like a dream and rushed out.

"Does it fly? It's really a very troublesome ability... the second obelisk must be recycled as soon as possible! My time... is not much."

Jupiter whispered to himself.

...

Jack's Corner, inside the Mage Tower.

Iriya, who was meditating, had his eyes moved, and a magic item flashed with inspiration.

When she opened it, a voice came out, with heavy breathing:

"Iriya...sorry...I seem to be dying..."

"Phil, where did you go?"

Iriya asked quickly.

"I went to find the Mercenary Emperor... Cough cough... The power of the legend is really terrible... Never fight him head-on unless you reach the level 5 magician level mentioned by the teacher..."

"But... don't have to be afraid... I feel his vitality... it's almost approaching the end..."

Phil's voice was interrupted and he seemed to be running rapidly.

"Phil..."

Yiliya's eyes turned red.

"Flying technique cannot effectively protect me. The explosive power of the legend is amazing... Although I did something wrong, I don't regret it... Iriya, there is one thing I always want to..."

Bang!

The extinction of the inspiration on the magic communication device made Iriya's expression even more gloomy.

...

Imperial capital, in the suburbs.

The pursuers looked at the black-robed man standing proudly on the edge of the cliff and stopped one after another.

"I... even if I die... I will still be in the heroic way!"

Phil laughed loudly, and regardless of the depletion and injuries of the magic power in his body, he jumped out of the abyss directly.

Seeing this scene, the pursuers looked at each other.

"what to do?"

"Fallen from here, I'm dead."

"After all, the other party can fly. Although it seems that he is seriously injured, he may not be able to do it."

"Go down there quickly and search for the corpse. This is the order of His Majesty..."

...

Historical records.

Empire calendar, 215 years.

One of the three great magic inheritors, Phil, the "Fire-loving One", challenged the Mercenary Emperor and was defeated in dismay!
Chapter completed!