Darkness shrouds the land, three hundred years of subjugation. The survivors lift their eyes to heaven, crying out in despair from the depths of their souls. The savior descends from heaven, under the name of Hanniet, beneath the banner of the goddess, spreading radiant glory. The great army gathers from all sides, brave warriors shoulder to shoulder, knights with shining helmets and armor, soldiers fully armed. Although the journey is long and the situation is arduous, we must strive to end this endless evil and bring peace to our homeland. With snow-white blades flashing, under the glorious battle flag, we will engage in bloody combat with the enemy army. If our hearts have already made up their minds, even if we hold only a hoe, we will fight to the death like warriors - The Song of Parak Kingdom

  Immediately after the coronation, Fang Xin issued a noble title in the name of the Grand Duke, almost all of whom were first-class: Chekli Reber, Earl Hab Dabs, Viscount Iddy Derrick, Viscount Colenburn Tavern, Viscount Ellie Lycock, and Baron Evry Biddle.

  Three more knights were promoted, namely Pamol, Badak and James, who took their family names. From then on, they were considered to be of the knightly class, while James was formally transferred under the Grand Duke's name as a direct vassal knight.

  Three new apprentice knights: Kaidon, Shamon and Bonnie.

  Of course, all five nobles were promoted one rank and had to pay a lot. In front of everyone, they took an oath of allegiance, which was just the first step. Next was to formally hand over their troops to be commanded by Fang Xin (of course, they would return to the nobles after the war). Thirdly, they had to hand over large quantities of grain and weapons.

  After the formal establishment, Fang Xin immediately opened the Grand Public House, then appointed various nobles and knights to serve as officials, and began to take stock of the population and organize the military.

  The camp was reorganized into the "Rose Knights Regiment", with a strength of one thousand, led by Pamol, Baduk and James, with Caseyton and Shamon as subordinates. All soldiers were promoted to freemen, granted land, and their families relocated.

  At that time, the whole camp was busy, with exercises being carried out and weapons being transported in large quantities, creating a fiery atmosphere.

  Just at this moment, Fang Xin was hesitating.

  "The core of this world is now within this room." Fang Xin stood at the door, thinking to himself: "Is this history?"

  No matter what, others dare to come forward, but you don't even dare to see it? Fang Xin smiled wryly and stepped inside, entering the study.

  This study, located in the east wing of the castle, has been converted into a library. The room now houses bookshelves, which are lined with various books and rare scrolls. The only furniture in the room is a desk and several chairs.

  The study is filled with books. The guest who brought the book is carefree, reading that short "Hutu Jing" over and over again, repeatedly.

  As the sound was heard, the man turned around. It was a man in black robes, with a hood and mask covering his face, a cloak hanging down from his body. There were no weapons on him, but an oppressive aura seemed to pierce through flesh and soul.

  "Greetings, great divine being." He said in a deep tone, bowing his head.

  "Hello, Great Dark One." Fang Xin replied similarly, bowing and saluting.

  A ray of sunlight shone down through the narrow gap, illuminating the black robe, but was reflected back, on which were inlaid countless mysterious symbols.

  After the bow, their eyes met, and Fang Xin was suddenly shocked. This was a pair of black pupils, deep and immeasurable, with a hint of gold, as if just looking at them made him feel a chill spread throughout his body.

  However, Fang Xin knew that these dark pupils were not genetic, but rather a manifestation of dark power.

  "Hanniet, as a divine being, you are actually not strong enough, but you are the winner. Do you know why?" He said softly.

  Fang Xin took a deep breath and as soon as he made contact, he could feel the terrifying dark power hidden within the body of the being in front of him.

  "Count Brienman, have you come here to show off to me?" Fang Xin asked quietly.

  "Of course not. I think we don't need to waste time on probing and courtesy," said Earl Brienmann directly: "I've said it, you're the winner."

  "I wish to hear the auspicious news." Fang Xin continued to maintain a smile, perhaps the Earl was not intentionally showing off his power, but the quality and quantity of energy, if pulled apart, were intimidating in themselves. Only when he saw him in person did he realize that the Earl's strength was so terrifying.

  "Because you represent God, and I no longer represent the Abyss." The Dark Count said directly, seemingly not minding to show his greatest weakness.

  "Please go on." Fang Xinruo seemed to have understood something and said.

  "Two hundred years ago, a messenger of God descended, his power far surpassing yours, full of confidence and determination, he opened the gates of heaven, intending to envelop this world in divine glory, his name you should have heard - Glaektatra Sain."

  "Of course, I've heard he failed, oh, I see, it was a joint assassination by you and the nobles."

  "Right, that's how it is. The nobles are indeed a despicable and fearless bunch. Once someone infringes on their interests, they'll stop at nothing to oppose them. You know, I recently received invitations from two old friends, one of whom is your noble family." Count Brienman sneered with a smile: "They want me to hang you, of course, they'd rather we both perish together. But speaking of which, you're really unpredictable, grasping the overall situation and draining most of their power. Otherwise, their methods would be even more ruthless."

  "Although it was expected, it's still not deep enough!" Fang Xin sighed and said, having a new understanding of the determination and baseness of the nobles, or rather, those who had benefited.

  "A hundred years ago, another one descended, this person represented the power of magic, his power was very strong, but, on the contrary, not as good as the previous messenger, because it had no god, so, it easily failed and surrendered to me, surrendered to darkness." Earl Bremen smiled: "His name, you should know now, he is also an old friend who recently contacted me, with the same purpose, to unite and strangle you."

  "Isador Haggerty!" Fang Xin said.

  "It's true, and also my steward, Emmanuel, a multiple traitor." With such contemptuous words, the count said: "A hundred years ago, he betrayed the Magic Union, defected to the Dark Side and me, and then again betrayed me. Ah, perhaps when the time comes, he will betray the Dark Side too!"

  Fang Xian furrowed his brow and caught some meaning: "Darkness and you, aren't they one and the same?"

  "A hundred years ago, no, fifty years ago, you could have said that, but now it's not like that, as I just said, you represent God and I don't represent the abyss." Count Brieman said: "God's favored one, I'd like to ask a question, is darkness evil?"

  "The way to condense is only pure!" Fang Xin suddenly enlightened, looking at it from a new angle, and indeed, the full and full darkness flowed in his body, while the evil aura actually faded.

  "Darkness is not evil, it's just that darkness often accompanies evil, that's my experience. And so, I've already broken free from the control of the abyss and prevented this side from completely falling into the abyss, but I still lack the final step." The Earl smiled: "After all, my power comes from the abyss, the power of my army also comes from the abyss, there are countless connections inside, and I have no way to thoroughly cut them off. So, I need a catalyst to break free from it, you've helped me a great deal!"

  Fang Xin's heart was trembling with fear, as he realized that his own victory was only due to the indulgence of this superior being, and that was why he could eliminate those abandoned children. In just a small corner, there were so many secrets and conspiracies. If it weren't for him grasping the overall situation, having the sacred instrument of merit, and having good fortune, he would have perished long ago.