Chapter 519 Unifying the Six Kingdoms

Half a year passed, like a cold wind sweeping across the northern city walls, silently blowing across this land that had just experienced the ravages of war.

The former territory of the Papacy, those magnificent churches that once echoed with hymns and prayers, have now shed their sacred cloak and, under Odin's iron-fisted new policies, have been transformed into schools and law halls for disseminating secular laws.

The mountains of gold and jewels that once filled the papal treasury did not end up in the pockets of the powerful and wealthy. Instead, they were transformed into wide official roads running north to south and textile workshops that sprang up from the ground.

Those serfs whose minds had been imprisoned by doctrine now stood tall, toiling on their allotted land. Their faces no longer bore the numb piety of the past, but instead showed awe for "Tsar King Odin" and hope for a new life.

And miracles are unfolding on the ruins of the former British Empire.

The palace that once symbolized the arrogance of royal power did not turn into permanent scorched earth after being trampled by the iron cavalry of the Tsarist Empire.

Odin ordered that its skeleton be preserved and that it be converted into a massive arms manufacturing center.

The former noble lords were either purged or incorporated into the government, and their territories were completely destroyed and reassigned to provinces directly under the jurisdiction of Beigong City.

The once-divided tariff barriers were shattered by a single decree, and the camel bells of caravans once again resounded throughout the far west. Only now, they were raising high the black battle flag embroidered with the emblem of the Tsarist Empire.

For the past six months, the lights in Beigong City have been burning almost every night.

Odin—the legendary figure who was both the invincible lord and the new king—did not indulge in the revelry of conquering the Papacy and Ingles.

He was like a highly skilled surgeon who used a scalpel called "centralization" to precisely remove the bloated, rotten flesh left behind by emperors throughout history.

The massive machine of centralized power was fully activated, and every decree could be transmitted to the most remote corners of the new Tsarist Empire as easily as an extension of one's own arm.

The empire's treasury was growing fuller, the conscripted soldiers were undergoing rigorous training in the barracks, and the warhorses were galloping freely across the grasslands.

This apparent calm was actually the suffocating tension before a volcanic eruption; the entire empire held its breath, awaiting the final verdict.

Half a year of dormancy, all for that earth-shattering blow.

No one could have predicted that the seemingly peaceful truce was merely Odin taking a deep breath to gather the power of thunder.

On a seemingly ordinary morning, three imperial edicts, like venomous snakes awakening from hibernation, were silently issued from the depths of the Northern Palace, heading towards Nile in the south, the Shaman Plateau in the east, and the Extreme Will in the north.

There were no declarations of war, no lengthy diplomatic rhetoric, only the roar of the purest and coldest war machine being set in motion.

On the southern front, led by Thorne, Odin's former knight commander, 100,000 elite troops, like a poisoned dagger, plunged straight into the heart of the Nile Kingdom.

While Nile's old prime minister was still asleep, the Tsarist empire's iron cavalry had already breached the border passes.

The sound of their iron hooves became the most terrifying bell tolling for the Nile people during the New Year.

On the eastern plateau, Hua Tianyou's figure reappeared.

This Heavenly Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon God Sect has now transformed into the sharpest sword in the Tsarist Empire.

He led a combined force of Marseille veterans and the Tsar's new army, disregarding the harsh cold and lack of oxygen on the plateau, and advanced at an incredible speed.

The totem war drums that the shamans were so proud of trembled before the murderous aura of the Heavenly Demon Lord. Their warriors were overwhelmed by the steel torrent before they could even raise their swords.

The northern lands are governed by Albert, one of the former Seven Stars.

He was facing the most elite Icefield Wolf Riders of Extreme Will.

It is said that in that battle, even the sky was stained blood-red. Albert, wielding his longsword, led the charge and finally trampled the battle flag embroidered with a wolf's head under his feet.

This was a decisive victory, a textbook example of a blitzkrieg.

In just one month, in just thirty days and nights.

While people in the far west were still discussing this year's harvest and weather, the colors on the map had already changed completely. Those three countries that had thought they could secure a peaceful existence by offering peace treaties and ceding territory had melted away like snow under the scorching sun before the terrifying war machine of the Tsarist Empire.

The winds of the far west no longer carry the smoke and blood of war.

When the last embers of resistance were extinguished in the cold winds of the Shaman Plateau, this land, which had been divided among six kingdoms and shrouded in the authority of the Papacy for a thousand years, was finally unified under Odin's iron fist.

The bells of Beigong City no longer tolled for the fallen, but heralded the dawn of the newborn empire.

The historian's pen trembled as he recorded this entry on the parchment: In the far west, the six kingdoms were united from that point onward.

This unprecedented and unparalleled achievement stands like a magnificent monument in the long river of history.

The world knows the name Odin and regards him as the chosen emperor.

However, only a few people standing at the highest point of Beigong City knew that the mastermind behind all this was the Heavenly Demon God, Shen Mo, who had only been in the far west for two years.

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On an early morning without warning, Odin stood on the rebuilt observatory—no, it was now renamed "Xuantiantai".

The imperial edict on reform, transcribed in gold powder, gleamed in the morning sun, but it couldn't compare to the resolute glint in his eyes.

"The Tsarist Empire..."

Odin murmured these four words, as if savoring an old, bitter wine. They were the shackles of the past, the symbol of mortal kingship.

He wielded his brush, the ink flowing like a dragon's tail, and heavily wrote two large characters on the imperial edict:

"Tianxuan!"

From then on, this vast land stretching across the far west was no longer home to Tsars, popes, or the conflicts between the six kingdoms. It had only one name—Tianxuan Kingdom.

This marks the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Odin knew that the name did not originate from his ambition, but from the man who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts and looked down upon all living beings—Shen Mo.

Tianxuan, meaning "the profound mystery of the heavenly demons," signifies both submission and respect.

It proclaims that this land has officially become territory under the wing of the Heavenly Demon God Sect.

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Several months later, the Tianxuan Kingdom had stabilized, and its new policies were like spring rain nourishing the land.

However, the atmosphere in Beigongcheng became heavy and solemn one morning.

When the news arrived, the entire Beigong City was shaken: the Heavenly Demon God Shen Mo and the Heavenly Demon Lord Hua Tianyou were about to leave the far west and return to the Heavenly Demon God Sect, which was thousands of miles away.

When Shen Mo and Hua Tianyou appeared before the "Soul Devouring Abyss," the scene before them was enough to be recorded in history.

The Soul Devouring Abyss was once a forbidden land in the far west, feared by all.

At this moment, however, this place has become a hall for farewells.

All the high-ranking officials of Tianxuan Kingdom came out in full force.

Odin, the former invincible lord and now the emperor of Tianxuan Kingdom, dressed in his most solemn black robes, personally led his civil and military officials to line up before the Soul Devouring Abyss.

They did not send him off with the courtesy due to a ruler and his subjects, but rather, as "protectors of the sect," they performed the highest ceremony of the Heavenly Demon God Sect for its master, the Heavenly Demon God.

Albert, one of the Seven Stars, stood like a loyal iron tower, holding a longsword, kneeling on one knee, the tip of the sword touching the ground, emitting a clear and melodious ringing sound.

Count Casio, Hua Tianyou's maternal grandfather, was overcome with tears, but he forced himself not to utter a single sob, and instead kowtowed deeply and heavily.

Behind them stood tens of thousands of elite Star Knights, who laid down their blood-stained spears, removed their helmets, and touched the ground with their foreheads, forming a black sea of ​​steel.

The wind rustled the withered grass at the edge of the abyss, making a mournful sound, as if even heaven and earth were whispering for this farewell.

Hua Tianyou stood beside Shen Mo, his back ramrod straight, like a long spear drawn from its sheath. On his back was a colossal object wrapped in layers of black cloth—the Heavenly Demon Totem.

Back then, Xuan Yuanling took him out of the Heavenly Demon God Sect and sent him to the far west; now, Shen Mo is finally going to return him to his former master.

At this moment, it weighed heavily on Hua Tianyou's shoulders, not only because of the physical weight, but also because of the mission of the Heavenly Demon God Sect.