Power and relentless victories can intoxicate anyone, even a whole kingdom and transform even those with the strongest spirits into madmen.
Having anticipated this, Motan lowered his gaze, asking softly, "The Dragon Kingdom?"
"Too many." Femigel merely shrugged his wings: "The Dragon Kingdom was just one of them. By the time they declared war on us, nearly two-thirds of the entire northwest continent had already been swallowed and assimilated."
Motan could not help but marvel, "How strong were they exactly?"
"The Victorious Knights were invincible, the firearms roared like ghosts, the sacred artifacts consumed the heaven and earth with curses, and the Fearless Sculpture Soul Kingdom stood against the Shadow Assault." Femigel spoke with a heavy rhyme: "These were the popular verses in the Sun Kingdom back then. The Victorious Knights, the Firearms Squad, the Sacred Mage Group, and the Sculpture Soul Kingdom Guards. Hardly anyone could stand against them."