"Although it is immature, it is remarkable."

A weak body cannot carry such a huge soul.

Messiah stood up tremblingly from the wicker chair and looked around at the imperial capital Karl outside the Bone Spire.

Today is a special time and the area near the college is very quiet.

At normal times, this college is full of hustle and bustle.

The students of Bone Spire are seeking the most strength.

The teacher handled the class well, but was distracted from his own experiments during the class.

Ghosts will linger outside the spire.

In a corner of the academy, the flesh and blood undead will peel off pieces of flesh from their bodies and hang them on the bones of the dead, trying to assimilate them into one of their own.

From the city streets in the distance, the shouts of various vendors will be heard.

Good quality and low price, hurry up if you want to buy.

Clearance sale, last day.

On this last day, he listened for two hundred years.

Of course, occasional quarrels on city streets are inevitable.

Everyone will quarrel over trivial things, and then show each other's identities to suppress each other.

Then the silver nobles bowed to the gold nobles.

The bone nobles bow to the dead nobles.

In the end, everyone has the same identity.

In the end, we either spit at each other or fight each other.

As a bystander, he watched these interesting things as a diversion from the boring life.

The huge imperial capital and huge population brought many such things to him every day.

Is it the same in other parts of the empire?

The Messiah’s gaze looks towards the end of the horizon.

Lush plains, low hills, and transverse mountains at the end.

This empire, in the process of eating, turns these things into a part of itself.

Make everything your own.

It is conceivable that one day, when he no longer acts in this world, the beauty that encompasses the Outer Rim Continent will eventually be tainted with the dust and smoke of war.

This country should continue to exist.

"Tell Maye to prepare a body for me to suppress my soul."

"Give that immature boy a body that can carry a huge soul."

"Yes!"

The kneeling soul is full of soul excitement and trembles in response.

The dark clouds that have obscured the Dria Empire for two hundred years, today, finally saw the sun penetrate the clouds and illuminate this land.

Even a slight wisp made him extremely excited.

The huge empire once again has hope of perseverance.

This empire has a new guardian.

Although this guardian is still very immature and weak.

In the eyes of a true guardian, he is nothing.

"Lord Messiah, do you need us to announce this exciting news to the emperor and all the people?"

The empire once again has Optimus Prime, who guarantees peace.

This exciting news should cause the pale angels to fly to every part of the Drian Empire, singing songs of glory.

Tell every Derian that the empire is rising again.

"No."

Messiah shook his head.

"In the next time, I will burn my soul to maintain my time on earth."

"And he will go to his real classroom to study in depth."

"Command."

The kneeling soul suddenly stood up, stood up straight, and saw that the aura was no longer decayed, but the Messiah full of scorn.

"The 24th Legion of the Imperial Holy War will launch a general attack on the Brace Front three days later, on April 4th."

"Before April 7th, Brace City must plant the flag of the Drian Empire."

"The Empire's 20, 21, 22, and 23 legions will arrive at Buris City before April 7."

"On April 8, the five legions must be reorganized and completed."

"On April 9, launch a general attack on the Babel Alliance."

"I need to see the Babel Alliance become history in the outer continent within twenty days."

"Yes!"

The soul body flew out of two groups of dim light and flew to seven places.

Karl's Imperial Hall, Imperial Military Academy.

The headquarters of the 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, and 24th Legions of the Empire.

At this time, as the brains and hands of Dria, the Royal Hall of Karl and the Imperial Military Academy must complete all assistance work for the five legions at the moment of accepting the order of Messiah.

As the pillar of the empire.

The orders of the Messiah will be fully implemented by everyone.

The seven dim lights dispersed soon.

In the empty and transparent spire hall, another soul appeared.

Karl XII, Julia.

The current queen of the Dria Empire.

The emperor of the Drian Empire is not a mascot.

They will handle various domestic and military affairs.

After all, not all the time, the empire's Qingtian will bypass the imperial power and issue orders directly to each legion.

"Greetings to you, Lord Messiah."

"Hello to you too, Queen Yulia."

Messiah and Empress Yulia nodded to each other.

"Your order has been passed on, and the military and political auxiliary ministers are approving all the legion's promised supplies."

"But I have a question and I need your explanation."

"You should be aware of the existence of prophecies."

"But why do you still send people to attack the Bresse front?"

"Can't we change the direction?"

This is the question of Queen Yulia.

As a fifth-level necromancer, when she crossed the shackles, she had seen the warnings engraved in the shackles of the Seven Gods of the World.

How terrifying those natural disasters are.

And now, the Messiah is actually going to fulfill the prophecy.

Queen Yulia was extremely puzzled.

Although she didn't understand, she still did what she was supposed to do.

Come to the Messiah alone to find answers.

"Hal found the second pillar of the empire."

"But you and I are useless. We can't find a better classroom for him and give him the best teaching."

"I can only let him get up to speed in the Babel League and then grow up."

"Those natural disasters are the homework I look for for him."

"As for how far he can grow, it depends on how long I can survive."
To be continued...