Origin Paradise!

Mollefi's charred body exploded, despite his desperate desire to send the message out before his death, the spatial authority did not give him the chance.

In the palm of the King of the Wild Hunt, a beautiful head covered in black blood was restored by the power of time. He took out the gold coins and supplies from the Green Forest Family and the Holy War Army. The latter consisted of weapons and potions, while the former was worth approximately two million, a significant portion of which came from the burial of his ancestors.

"The fourth puppet, the space mage, the eldest princess."

At the end of the fifteen minutes, heaven and earth collapsed.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Sun King and the King of the Wild Hunt were both severely wounded, their blood staining the sky. The latter's spatial armor was shattered, resulting in the loss of a large amount of war reserves. Upon seeing this, the Bishop of the Goddess collapsed to the ground, roaring in despair.

"The Sun King!!"

Jiang He controlled the knight of the past to land, coughing up blood violently, and said wearily, "Next, the Restoration Army will lie low for a while, and we'll talk again after I've recovered from my injuries."

Bishop Athena quickly rose to help him up, her expression respectful.

"Fortunately, Your Excellency turned the tide."

Jiang He nodded. Don't ask how the storm came about; he had performed meritorious service again in the face of a powerful enemy's surprise attack, that's a fact.

Chapter 643 The Great Heavenly Emperor Jiang King Armor

Early November.

After the Second Battle of Greenwood City, the war-torn North temporarily calmed down. The Sun King and the King of the Wild Hunt were both recuperating from their injuries, and the Holy War Army slowed down the development of the Restoration Army, moved its headquarters to the West, and retreated into the mountains.

Augusta Territory, Governor's Castle.

The three fierce generals arrived, and Lao Hei, Wu He, and Si Ning also came to join them. Jiang He introduced his team members to Eleanor. From the moment the Governor of the North was born, their alliance was qualified to control the North.

“Old Black, my elder brother,” Jiang He said, “I recommend him to be the commander of the Northern Army.”

“Okay.” Eleanor nodded. She knew that there were no other members in the Augustus family, but since Rhine was willing to say so, there was nothing wrong with it. Besides, she also felt a strange sense of familiarity when she looked at this group of people.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Governor."

Old Hei chuckled憨厚ly. According to Xiao He, this blonde, blue-eyed girl should be the "Storm Lady" in her Saintly state, which is why she was able to quickly reach the Saintly level.

As for her other, more important identity, it is not yet confirmed, but it is certain that Eleanor is still in a kind of dream, and will only awaken when she encounters death or when things deviate significantly from her self-expectations.

Under the watchful eye of the power of fate, the power of a storm is gathering within her. The Storm Bishop is most likely aware of this, otherwise he wouldn't have gone out to pursue the pirates at their request, and wouldn't have provided full support when the old marquis passed away.

The young man with black feathers bowed slightly, and Jiang He introduced him: "This is Wuhe, my most outstanding intelligence agent and right-hand man. He is capable of overseeing the entire Northern Territory."

Eleanor nodded slightly and said, "Hello."

Not far away, Si Ning, dressed in a mysterious black dress, held the brim of her hat with her slender hand and struck what she thought was a cool pose. She was surrounded by a slightly bitter lemon scent, and her appearance was extremely outstanding, but her figure was relatively slender.

"Chesia, nickname Si Ning..."

"It means, the beautiful woman who is in charge of lemons."

Jiang He punched Si Ning, who had interrupted, and continued, "She has a great talent for business. The Lemon Chamber of Commerce seems to be quite large now. You can entrust the business in the Northern Territory to her."

Eleanor looked at Si Ning, who was rolling around on the ground, with a strange expression, and said, "You two seem to have a very good relationship."

Jiang He stepped on the fidgeting Si Ning and casually said, "I guess so. These three are my personal guard generals. They will soon become part of the Holy Domain's fighting force. They can be in charge of the military defense of Shattered Reef Territory, Black Whale Territory, and Augusta Territory."

"Hello," Eleanor said politely.

"hey-hey."

"Humph."

"whee."

Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San responded respectfully. As for the four Saint Realm puppets—Storm Falcon, Pirate King, Old Swordsman, and Queen Princess—Old Black was in charge of directing the Underworld puppets to ensure the safety of core members and high-ranking members of the Evil Fiends.

In the study, the two sides continued to exchange information. With the Governor of the North as the general framework, the Augusta family was about to implement full control over the North. The first priority was to earn Soul Silver Coins to help the Underworld Puppet advance, and the second priority was to deepen their control over the people in order to spread their faith in the future.

Jiang He said, "Finally, I plan to deploy twenty Fiend Knights to garrison twenty count cities in the northern border, and have twenty thousand knights temporarily worship the storm to avoid attracting the attention of other gods."

Upon hearing this, Eleanor covered her mouth in shock. Twenty thousand elite gold soldiers—this military force undoubtedly surpassed that of the Duke of Green Forest.

Jiang He gave the other party some time to process the situation. The biggest factor that prompted him to fully intervene in the Northern Territory was that yesterday, all members of the Divine Guard Knights had been promoted to ordinary heroes.

From the world of the struggle for supremacy to the world of gods, Ah Er's transformation into a god is finally complete. The gathering of a thousand "heavenly soldiers" is too conspicuous, so for now they mainly exist as secret spies.

It is worth mentioning that these evil guardians only have a rudimentary mythological form—heavenly soldiers. Compared to normal heroes, they are weaker, and the enormous energy required for their birth comes from the Blessed Land of Gluttony. Theoretically, they would not have the "soil" to form in the mortal realm or the world of gods.

After giving his instructions, Jiang He led the three fierce generals to a corner, lit a national fortune incense stick, and temporarily enhanced his own status to the sub-legendary level, thereby creating an immortal-level item.

The empty shells of the seven calamity angels were restored to their original state by the final time ring. Jiang He then took out the remains of the ancient saint as key materials, cut off his arm to supply A-Da, extracted his blood to supply A-Er, and peeled off his bones to supply A-San, corresponding to the power of strength, poison, and bone power of the three people respectively.

Essentially, the three evil generals are unique prop beings with their own souls. They are the greatest masterpieces of Jiang He, a quasi-master alchemist of the puppet system, and have grown from the Bronze Age to the present day.

Sanctuary Energy, Hero's Heart, Hero's Armor

The three-piece set was created one after another.

Si Ning, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh. The biggest limitation for these three guys to improve their strength was Jiang He's alchemy skills and materials. However, the leap between eras was still difficult. Just thinking about how to advance to the legendary level in the future was a headache.

A snow-white fox tail tapped someone on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Jiang He turned around.

Si Ning said shyly, "Is there any way for me to become a prop creature as well?"

“That would have to start from the most basic Fiend Soldier, and I don’t have the energy for that.” Jiang He admitted that there were only three Fiend Generals, not because he was unwilling, but because A Si and the others had not yet caught up and could only serve as mid-level officers in the Divine Guard Knights.

After the Gluttony Alchemy ended, Ah Da and the other two became Immortal-level artifact beings, possessing Saint-level combat power.

Jiang He handed the sacred weapon Shadow Thorn to Wu He, because Wu He was still at the peak of the Gold Realm and could not even unleash 30% of its power. He could only wait until the joint advancement mission was over.

Zhuang Ya packed her bags. As a personal maid and adjutant guard, she was responsible for a lot of trivial matters.

As dawn broke, Si Ning found a map and said, "Laojiang is located in the northern suburbs of the capital in the Central Province. We have a farm and estate there, and the elves captured in the Whispering Forest are all sold to the capital from there."

"The manor owner's name is Fisher, the Great Knight you mentored on your way to the Holy Wall to kill the old swordsman. He is now the branch leader."

"There's a gift I prepared for you at the manor farm: an Imperial heavy armor made by the Alchemy Guild. Since it's not for sale, it was smuggled in. If you're interested, you can pick it up on your way."

The Holy Empire's ten central legions are usually stationed around the capital. The nine thousand soldiers in each legion are no different from servants, with only one duty—to serve the Grand Knights within the legion.

Unlike the rural North, the Imperial Grand Knights are equipped with the finest Imperial construct magic armor. Both the commander and deputy commander are from the Holy Domain, and the centurion captains are always Knights of the Great Achievement. The city is full of powerful warriors.

Each piece of Imperial Construct Armor has a unique serial number, and smuggling one out would undoubtedly require a tremendous amount of effort. The key is not the armor itself, but the alchemical technology contained within it.

"I understand," Jiang He said earnestly. "Thank you."

Si Ning smiled casually and blew a kiss to him.

"Thanks sincerely, but how about letting your brother have some fun sometime?"

"Ah."

early morning.

A cold mist permeated the slumbering streets and alleys, while golden light shone from the sky across the vast northern lands, awakening the earth.

Jiang He and Zhuang Ya arrived in front of the castle, where there was a fixed spatial teleportation array. Si Ning had already sent someone to deliver the Descent Matrix to Fisher Manor in advance.

Although Jiang He could directly activate the spatial authority, this trip was public, so legal teleportation was necessary. On the surface, his trip to the capital was because he had received an invitation to the Imperial Conference.

After half an hour of preparation, the teleportation matrix patterns gradually lit up.

Eleanor stepped forward and straightened Jiang He's collar. After hesitating for a moment, she handed over a letter of introduction.

"Ville de' Medici, the eldest daughter of the Medici family. It is said that she is about to marry the third prince. We were colleagues when we were training the knights in the capital. I have asked her to take care of you. You can just take the letter and visit her."

"I understand. Is there anything else you want to say?" Jiang He coaxed.

Eleanor's face was flushed, but the thought of this guy going to the capital and indulging in a life of debauchery made her a little sad.

I will miss you.

Jiang He nodded, gesturing to Wu He to take the picture quickly. He planned to mock "Eleanor" mercilessly once she woke up.

The next moment, spatial teleportation was activated.

The two figures disappeared.

Ellie glanced at Si Ning and smiled gently, "Would you like a cup of tea, Miss Chesia?"

Si Ning exclaimed, "So this is what you were like when you were young!"

"what?"

"It's nothing, you just look like my older sister."

Please don't say things like that all of a sudden.

"Sister, sister, sister!"

Eleanor was at a loss for words; the other party was being far too enthusiastic.

……

Holy Empire, Central Province.

This is the central part of the Empire, with the most expansive plains in the Northern Continent, dotted with countless manors and farms, and Fisher Manor is one of them.

At the heart of the estate was a patch of compacted earth, scattered with hay, hoofprints, and wheel tracks. A massive barn stood beside the castle, with stacks of hay bales and farm tools faintly visible. Not far away were fenced-off livestock pens, where a dozen sturdy warhorses chewed hay with their heads down, occasionally flicking their tails to shoo away flies.

At dawn, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, mingling with the aroma of fried bacon and toasted bread. The sound of herd bells and the occasional bark of dogs echoed across the plains. From above, the Imperial Avenue stretched out in all directions throughout the Central Province, branching into countless dirt roads and forming a vast transportation network.

The dirt road leading to Fisher Estate.

A dashing old man sat on horseback, his magnificent robe adorned with the insignia of a nobleman. Schultz, a Saint-level powerhouse, often hunted down criminals wanted by the Inquisition in addition to his official duties. His formidable strength and the high bounties allowed him to live a carefree life for decades, and he even received the title of honorary earl.

Da da da!

“Dark Star, are you sure your wife is here?” Schultz turned around, his gaze falling on a dark-skinned man with a brand between his eyebrows, clearly indicating that he had once been a slave.

“No mistake, this is one of the most notorious manors,” Dark Star replied.

Schultz sighed softly.

There exists a branch of the Elf race called the Dark Elves, whose origins lie in the Night Witch cursed by the sun. In fact, the Dark Elves are now extinct, but the remaining hybrids inherited their dark skin, and the Empire named them the "Dark People."

The Dark People have robust physiques, but due to some kind of defect, it is difficult for them to develop heroic will. In the hierarchy of contempt between the North and South Continents, they are at the very bottom of the list of all races.

The Dark People could only live in forests and underground, which allowed them to escape countless wars and their population to grow steadily. However, since the early days of the Gods' Era and the establishment of the Empire, the damage caused by war urgently needed to be repaired, and the Dark People encountered a real nightmare.

Son of the Conqueror, the Dragon Emperor, promulgated the Iron Law of the Empire—Dark People are born slaves, and only counts and nobles of the rank of earl or above may, on a case-by-case basis, pardon up to three people.

Thus began a nightmare that would last for two hundred years.

Schultz glanced at the manor and said, "You need to be prepared. This is the capital. Manors like this all have powerful connections. The best option is to buy your wife first."

Dark Star lowered his head and stroked the knight's sword in his hand.

"Don't even think about it. A Knight of Great Achievements can't cause any trouble in the capital." Schultz laughed. "But you saved my life, so I'll see this through to the end. Besides, it's just a favor."

"Thank you, my friend," Dark Star said earnestly.

The two rode side by side. Schulz showed no contempt for Dark Star. He was a believer in the Church of Destiny. According to the oracle, Dark Star would join forces with the Savior's team to fight the Great Demon together in the future, and he himself would be remembered as the guide for posterity.

……

Inside the manor castle.

Led by Fisher, the senior members of the branch chamber gathered and knelt in a secluded, hall-like room to wait.

Suddenly, the spatial teleportation array emitted light, and a tall figure emerged, a white snake coiled around his neck. Fisher's expression was extremely respectful. He knew that the person before him had not only been promoted to marquis in a short period of time, but also possessed the supreme power to enlighten great undertakings.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Marquis," everyone said in unison.

"The Imperial Armor has arrived, ready for the carriage to head to the capital," Jiang He said.

Fisher quickly waved, and several high knights carried the coffin over. Inside was a heavily armored corpse. Through Si Ning's efforts, the person had received the honor of being buried with armor during his lifetime.

Jiang He waved for everyone to leave. He examined the construct magic armor in front of him and could vaguely see the shadow of the world of sailing. This armor was similar to certain imprint-type abilities, which could be hidden on the surface of a knight's skin and then summoned when it came to battle.

"Using the essence of monster blood as ink."

"Drawing alchemical matrices with ink."

"A large number of alchemical matrices combine to form an alchemical diagram."

"By integrating the alchemy diagram with oneself, one can gain a normal boost."

"It is reinforced with a sturdy monster skeleton to serve as an external defense."

Jiang He simply sat cross-legged. He saw this as an opportunity to improve his own defense. The Heavenly Dragon Robe was not sturdy enough for main combat and was more like everyday clothing for protection against assassination.

Under the scrutiny of a near-master alchemist, the Construct Imperial Armor held no secrets whatsoever.