Chapter 7

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Off the coast of Atlantis Island, the Dark Arts's Fleet faced towards the city, firing bullets at the city wall. The two sides fiercely fought one another. But it seemed like the city could only slow down the oncoming attack. The Dark Army had the advantage in terms of weapons and magical beasts withstanding any human blade and bow. The city had to depend on their strong fortress to sustain the enemy's attacks.

On a ship, the dark mage's leader looked at the beautiful city being bombarded with bullets, but still standing with a shield of magical power encircling it.

"Prince! Are you sure that amulet is in that town?"

"Of course! I feel its power! Not only one but three! These people are stupid to hide them from me. But once I had a hold on them, nothing could destroy me! Finally! My dream will come true! .... Continue the onslaught!! Destroy them all!!"

A man in a deep black robe, looking very much like a grim reaper commanded his fleet in a harsh tone.

Dark Mage Assembly is said to be a secret cult hiding in this world for centuries. Since the Scandinavian kingdom, big and small, collapsed when a great plague killed millions of people, the surviving sorcerers watched their homeland crumble, leaving them as a part of the remaining three kingdoms.  This brought about hatred and the need for revenge. They secretly gathered and formed a demon army. With the help of Satan, these sorcerers sacrificed innocent souls in exchange for the power of black magic. And of course, the story of the magic amulet was passed to them. This brought about fights to pursue them in the past. And in the end, Emperor Gregers of the Oceania Empire defeated them and the city lost their important leader.

... Grandfather ... Father ... Everyone ...
I swear, I will bring back everything that belongs to our family ....
Our soil, our country .... Your death will not be in vain .... And the Oceania will pay ...

When the man opened the cloak, the face of the young sorcerer was revealed. He was in the uniform of the once peaceful kingdom of Theocor. But now it was just a story that was being forgotten.

Theocor was originally a small kingdom on the Baltic coast. They were ruled by the Forsberg family. When the city are plagued, people died. Kings from various places ventured to find the divine fruit according to the prophecy to save their country. But they died in a battle in pursuing of that on the Holy Mountain.
Instead of picking up the fight, the remaining three kingdoms divided the fruit into 3 parts for each to bring back to their own country.

Theocor was despairing, no different from other kingdom, waiting for the end. But when people passed down magic amulet legend, they made the last effort to pursue and own them. Endless bloody war ensued on the continent, until those amulets were discovered and changed hands. It eventually came into the possession of the Westergaard Family.
The Forsberg family's head aspired to own them relied on the knowledge of magic and the surviving magicians to form a dark cult. He built an army and gather all the troops he could find to attack Oceania. Yet with superior strength and much more powerful magic abilities, the army was devastated and the Theocor kingdom was destroyed, before being incorporated into the empire.

In this chapter of history, the Oceanians proudly learned as the greatness of an emperor who managed to conquer all the surrounding hardened territories. But it was Theocor's humiliation that awaited a day of revenge.

.... Huh, a secret cult?... An army of demons?... A person who destroys other people's cities and destroys them is a devil... But anyway.. They can call us anything.. But we are definitely not the lowly Theocor! ...

"Start with Atlantis! The beginning of our greatness!! That's it, attack!!"
The fearless tone of Vincent, the sole heir of the remaining Forsberg family, commanded his generals.

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