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The year 327 of the Imperial Calendar was destined to be an extraordinary year.

In the Imperial City, a grand wedding was underway.

Jennifer, clad in silver-white armor and a gold-embroidered phoenix robe, walked down the red carpet with heroic spirit. Each step she took was firm and powerful, her war boots colliding with the ground, producing a crisp sound.

Soren stood before the altar, his eyes filled with admiration.

This woman, who was about to become his empress, was not only his most capable general but also a pillar of the empire's future.

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Halfway through the wedding ceremony, a messenger magic eagle suddenly landed beside the altar.

Without hesitation, Jennifer took the secret letter. After quickly scanning it, she whispered to Soren, "General Breuer has captured the Desert King City."

A hint of joy flashed in Soren's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He took Jennifer's hand and continued to complete the wedding ceremony.

At this moment, he was not only the groom but also a wise and resourceful emperor.

At the same time, on the northwestern border, General Alfonso stood on the deck of a newly built warship, gazing at the faintly visible island continent in the distance. His adjutant handed him a war report: "General, General Breuer has exiled all the Desert Royalty to the northwestern wasteland."

Alfonso sneered: "Perfect, let them taste the bitterness of exile." He turned to look at the fleet behind him, "Issue the order, at dawn tomorrow, the entire army will attack!"

Meanwhile, in the south, Breuer was leading his iron cavalry toward the Mountain King's territory.

The desert sun scorched the earth, but the soldiers' morale was exceptionally high.

"General!" The adjutant pointed to the vaguely visible mountains in the distance, "The new Mountain King has deployed heavy troops at the mountain pass."

Breuer narrowed his eyes: "Issue the order, have the mage corps prepare 'Flame Storm'. I want those self-righteous mountain people to know what true power is."

As night fell, all three battlefields were as bright as day.

The magic cannons on the warships were fully charged, waiting only for the order to be given.

In the southern mountains, Breuer's mage corps had begun to chant.

Scorching magical energy gathered in the air, forming a fiery red cloud.

When the first ray of sunlight shone upon the earth, news of victory arrived simultaneously from all three battlefields.

The bells of the Imperial City rang, announcing the birth of the new empress.

In the northwestern sea, Alfonso's fleet had broken through the island's defenses, and the landing operation was underway.

In the southern mountains, the Mountain King's defenses crumbled under the Flame Storm, and Breuer's iron cavalry advanced rapidly.

Soren stood on the balcony of the palace, listening to the continuous reports of victory, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at Jennifer beside him: "My empress, it seems that our empire is about to usher in a brand new era."

Jennifer took his hand, her eyes firm: "Yes, Your Majesty. This era will be created by you alone."

On the seventh morning of their honeymoon, Jennifer woke up in Soren's arms.

Sunlight streamed through the纱帘 onto the bed, gilding their figures with a golden hue.

Soren was still sound asleep. Jennifer gently stroked his handsome nose, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turning upward.

"Have you looked enough?" Soren suddenly spoke, his eyes still closed.

Jennifer chuckled: "My Emperor, your ability to feign sleep is not as good as your swordsmanship."

Soren opened his eyes and pulled her into his arms: "Then, does my empress want to experience my other skills?"

As the two were playing, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Jennifer immediately sat up and regained her usual majesty: "Enter."

General Eaton pushed the door open. Seeing the scene on the bed, he immediately lowered his head: "Your Majesty, Empress, urgent report from the Northwest."

Soren leaned lazily against the headboard: "Read."

"General Alfonso has captured three major ports on the island continent but has encountered fierce resistance and is requesting reinforcements." Jennifer was about to get up, but Soren held her down: "Let General Edmund lead the Third Fleet to reinforce them. Also, tell Alfonso that what I want is a complete island nation, not a ruin."

Eaton accepted the order and left. Jennifer looked at Soren: "Aren't you going to personally intervene?"

Soren pulled her back into his arms: "With Minister Neumann in charge, the court will not be in chaos. As for military affairs..." He kissed the top of her head, "I trust my generals."

At this time, inside the Hall of Government, Minister Neumann was dealing with mountains of memorials.

Although this old minister, over fifty years old, had a full head of silver hair, he was full of energy. He quickly scanned each memorial, issuing instructions from time to time.

"My Lord!" A secretary cautiously asked, "These memorials regarding border taxes, should we wait for His Majesty...?"

Neumann didn't even lift his head: "Handle them according to custom. His Majesty is on his honeymoon; there's no need to bother him with these trivial matters."

At the same time, in the Military Affairs Department, General Edmund was deploying troops.

He pointed to the sand table and said to the adjutant: "Have the Third Fleet withdraw from the east and cooperate with Alfonso's main force.

Remember, what His Majesty wants is a complete island nation, not a scorched earth."

The adjutant accepted the order and left. General Eaton walked in and conveyed Soren's decree.

After listening, Edmund smiled: "His Majesty is certainly leisurely. But that's good too; with the Empress around, he can finally relax a bit."

Eaton also smiled: "Yes, His Majesty has been too tired these past few years."

In August of Imperial Calendar 328, all the Saint-level experts of the island continent came out in full force, and all the Saint-level undead puppets that had been ambushed for a long time were killed.

Eight or nine out of ten Saint-level experts on the island continent were killed.

They no longer had the strength to resist the Imperial army.

Deep within the Noraheim Maze, ghostly blue magical flames flickered on the stone walls, stretching Soren's shadow long.

He knelt on one knee, before him a row of neatly arranged corpses, each emitting a powerful energy fluctuation, still making people palpitate even in death.

Sophia emerged from the shadows, her bare feet stepping on the cold ground without making a sound. Her silver-white hair floated without wind, her eyes flashing with an eerie light.

"Forty-three Saints!" Sophia's voice was like the collision of ice crystals, "Soren, you are even more outstanding than I imagined."

Soren lowered his head. He could feel Sophia's gaze wandering over him, a gaze that seemed to see through his soul, making his back feel cold. But he still maintained a respectful posture: "It is my honor to serve Your Excellency."

Sophia chuckled, lightly tapping a finger, and a corpse floated up. She carefully examined the wound on the corpse's chest: "Perfect undead puppet material, no fatal wounds, soul integrity exceeding 90%." She turned to Soren, "How did you do it?"

"I have been preparing on the island continent for three years," Soren replied calmly, "Using the empire's expansion as a guise,

I secretly set up a soul enchantment array. These Saint-level experts thought they were resisting the Imperial army, but in reality, they had already fallen into a trap."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Sophia's eyes: "Very good." She waved her hand and collected all the corpses, "Speak, what reward do you want?"

Soren took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked directly into Sophia's eyes: "I want to go to the Upper Realm."