Framed by a coalition of nobles, the decorated war hero Farra Jago is stripped of the Count title he was promised. Tossed aside like a beggar, the king grants him the lowly title of Baron and exiles him to a remote fiefdom in the mountains.
An ennoblement in name, an exile in truth.
Fara accepts it all with a smile.
The moment he does, the ‘useless’ system that lay dormant within him finally awakens to its second stage.
Faction Bound: Jago Barony.
Kill count after your faction declares war will be counted as the host’s.
A smirk plays on Fara’s lips.
“To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand makes you a hero!”
In this chaotic era where crowns are stained with blood and thrones are built upon bones, there must be a place for me, Farra Jago!
A hundred years later, he is known by many names: The First Emperor. The Eternal Monarch. The Demon King. When magic fuses with mecha, and steam power harmonizes with mana, a true iron torrent is unleashed upon the world.
Elves? Dwarves? Werewolves? Orcs? Vampires? Dragons? Ghosts? Angels? Demons?
When my grand army descends, there is only one choice: SUBMIT!
Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish! The Empire’s iron cavalry will fight from the underworld to the heavens, slaughtering their way from hell to paradise. Where they pass, all races bow in servitude. Within the Empire’s borders, there is no dissent.
“The Elven Queen? In my eyes, she is merely skilled at singing and dancing. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Does it look like I’m negotiating with you?!”
“Have her brought to me on her knees. Otherwise, my three million iron cavalry will slaughter her city and exterminate her clan by dawn.”
“You know… I think I preferred you when you were still wild and defiant.”