Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

"Guards, take him away." Augus said expressionlessly.

After watching the soldiers take the eldest prince away, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. This was his good son, willingly being used to deal with his own father.

At this moment, several soldiers escorted the second prince, Bilbe, forward. He felt another sharp pain in his heart, and he weakly waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to take the man away.

Muller looked at his two brothers behind him, but he had no reason to plead for them. Compared to his elder brother Naibalo, his younger brother Bilbe was even more sinful. He disregarded the imperial family and his father, joined the rebels, offered them advice, and led them to destroy cities and massacre the people of the empire.

Watching his two sons walk away, Augs could no longer accept their betrayal and evil deeds. His heart felt as if it were being stabbed by thousands of sharp blades, and he was about to collapse when Müller, quick-witted and agile, caught him.

After resting for a while, Augs led Muller to a secret room, and then walked a distance.

Muller had never been here, but he had heard of it. It was the gateway to the family's core, and only the head of the family or the family's elders could come here.

Now that his father had brought him here, it goes without saying that he would be truly excited.

His trembling hands couldn't fool his father, Augus, who gently patted his hand.

As a father and the emperor of the empire, Augus was well aware of his son's feelings at this moment, even more so than he had felt back then.

The light from the spiritual lamp did not brighten the room; on the contrary, it accentuated the darkness and mystery of the surroundings, making it impossible to probe the secret chamber.

A bronze statue, several meters tall, stood in the room, particularly dazzling under the dim light.

Muller recognized him at a glance; he was the ancestor of the Bart family, a legendary figure.

He had seen it somewhere in the palace before, but the bronze statue in front of him was much more lifelike than the one in the paintings and calligraphy. He also knew the story of this ancestor very well.

Aug stood before the bronze statue, gazing at it without speaking for a long time.

Muller dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous, standing quietly behind his father with a devout expression. His calm and composed demeanor seemed somewhat incongruous with his age.

After a long while, Aug opened his eyes and said to the deep darkness, "Elder."

"Og, have you thought this through?" A voice came from inside.

Muller was taken aback. He looked up to find the voice, but a divine pressure instantly enveloped him. Beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead and he hurriedly lowered his head. At this moment, his heart was filled with turmoil.

Aug replied, "Yes."

After saying this, Aug tore off the family heirloom ring and gave it to his son, then put it on his finger.

Müller was very excited, but also felt that it had come too suddenly.

Augus began to give instructions and told him all the family secrets.

After listening, Muller walked out and looked up at the sky, only then realizing how heavy this burden was. He had successfully ascended to that position, the rebellion had been quelled, and the decree for rewards and punishments had already been issued.

On this day, after dealing with matters in the court, Müller went directly to a secret room.

Several men in black stood in the secret room. These were his trusted confidants, responsible for maintaining contact with the infiltrators on the Ice Moon Continent.

He assigned these people the task of stealing the legendary prophecy or destroying it.

After saying that, the men in black left immediately after receiving their orders.

He then went to a room and saw that Princess Murika seemed to be waiting for him, so he went inside.

"elder brother."

"You can't do that when there are other people around." Muller looked at her with doting eyes; he treated his younger sister like a precious treasure.

Murica chuckled, then exclaimed with a laugh, "Yes, Your Majesty!" before sticking out her tongue and laughing loudly.

"What brings you here, brother?" Muller asked, sitting down.

"Brother, I want to go with you to the Ice Moon Continent."

"why?"

Seeing that her brother did not object, Murika said, "Brother, giving up the vanguard position this time seems to have given those people a great advantage. If I'm not mistaken, you will definitely take the opportunity to weaken the strength of those families, or at the very least, break up their alliance."

Muller was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Luckily you're my sister."

The intelligent and quick-witted Murica said, "If not, shouldn't we find a way to get rid of it?" She understood the cruelty involved.

"It's a pity that Buzeni and the others can't see this point," Muller said, letting out a sigh.

“Brother, isn’t that even better?” Murika asked slyly.

Muller was taken aback again, then burst into laughter. "My sister is so clever. Why did you choose to go to the Ice Moon Continent?"

Murica didn't hide anything and said directly, "My future husband should be a great hero, and I want to see him wield his sword and gallop across the battlefield."

“Okay, I promise you, brother.” Muller blurted out his agreement.

Murica quickly replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Muller smiled knowingly at the princess's little gesture, knowing that once she thanked His Majesty, he could not easily change his word; it was a golden promise, a promise that carried immense weight.

Time flies, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Muller, the ruler of the Lost Continent, has quelled several local uprisings over the past four years, establishing his authority. In addition to balancing the power of the major families in the court, he has also secretly placed young and promising officials in the court and the military, all of whom are loyal to him.

Next, he selected many commoners from the mainland and trained them. After a few years, they had firmly established themselves on the throne, making even the big shots dare not underestimate them, let alone treat them as mere children.

The various forces were intertwined and mutually restraining, and there were also young and old factions. After several years of preparation, they had built three massive teleportation points and prepared the necessary magic crystal ore.

This place is the largest teleportation point to the Ice Moon Continent. Standing on the mountain and looking into the distance, Muller estimated that it was five or six kilometers wide and tens of kilometers long, all of which had been leveled and flattened.

This huge plaza can hold millions of troops. Beside it, there is a massive complex of buildings with many pipes and gears that can be seen from dozens of miles away. The ore is what ignites this teleportation array, and it stretches for thousands of miles.

Of course, the losses were enormous. It required the support of tens of millions of soldiers to cross the river, as well as the heavy military supplies. The amount of ore used every day was equivalent to several mountains. It also required millions of people to support the operation simultaneously, and it was extremely dangerous.

According to reports, when the war began, tens of thousands of people died daily at this teleportation point while maintaining this teleportation array.

But this is unavoidable. The resources of the Lost Continent can only support it for a little over a decade. With a population of tens of billions, the only way is to eliminate a portion of the population through war, sacrificing billions of lives to reduce resource depletion.