Chapter 792

Imperial calendar, 218.

Unexpectedly, Jupiter did not go north to recruit magicians, nor did he deal with the northern nobles. It seemed that he had reached some compromise.

Gradually, bad news came from the palace.

The legendary mercenary emperor, who ruled the Empire for more than 200 years, seems to have really come to the end of his life!

……

Dressed in a white tunic, Sulu walked into a garden.

The yellow leaves laid a thick layer on the ground, and the sun fell on it, with the luster of broken gold.

An old man was lying on a recliner not far away.

His hair was gray, his face was heavily wrinkled, and his legs were covered with a thick blanket. It was Jupiter who did not know how old he was.

Only the light in the eyes is bright.

There should have been guards around, but at this time, no one came out to stop Sulu from approaching.

At the sound of footsteps, Jupiter turned his head, his eyes first showed disbelief, then suddenly became suddenly aware, and whispered, "teacher... You're here? Are you here to see me off?"

He smiled, "I thought you were a little strange for a long time. It seems that... Many doubts can be solved today... I have a lot to ask you."

"Yes... I'll see you off."

Sulu stood beside Jupiter, looking with him at the garden, and sighed faintly.

"I'm dying..." Jupiter seemed to be talking about an outsider.

"You suppress the contemporary, but you can't escape the passage of time... After the legend, there is a way, but you don't even have the obelisk of enlightenment, and you don't try your best to collect it... Until now, the obelisk of the Zerg was born for the second time..."

Sulu sighed.

"Extraordinary power should not be mastered by mortals... I thought my strength was enough, but I didn't expect a magician to appear in my later years. At this time, even if I want to make progress, it's too late..."

Jupiter did not have much regret: "and... I am not afraid of death, but of loneliness... Teacher, like me, you can feel the horror of those who know you dying one by one..."

"You are a good emperor. You have given the mainland two hundred years of peace!" Sulu said lightly.

"The only regret, or worry, is the magicians..." Jupiter smiled bitterly.

Sulu knew that after defeating Phil, Jupiter went to the North alone and peeped at Elia and taclau outside the mage's tower.

Unfortunately, he was not sure to suppress the two people who had the master tower, so he didn't choose to do it.

In fact, if we launch the imperial army to attack the northern territory at all costs, it is still possible to eliminate the magician, but we don't know how long the war will last or how many people will die.

Jupiter just didn't want to.

"It's all about your offspring..."

Sulu shook his head. "Anyway... You've arranged it, haven't you?"

Even if Jupiter has no feelings for those descendants, he must choose the most suitable one to become the emperor for the sake of the stability of the Empire.

"Sure enough... I can't hide anything from you, teacher!"

Jupiter looked up hard and stared at Sulu: "but... I still have a lot of doubts. For example, who are you? What's your purpose? Why... Chose me? And... Does the emergence of the magician have anything to do with you?"

"Ha ha..."

Sulu smiled and said nothing, but didn't answer.

"So... Are you disappointed with me...?" Asked Jupiter again.

"Everything is your choice. I've never been disappointed..." Sulu said calmly.

"That's good..."

Jupiter bowed his head, and his voice grew low.

Sulu can clearly see that the fire of his life is getting darker and darker and finally extinguished.

"Let's go..."

Looking at his student, Sulu waved his hand: "and... Jupiter... Death is not the end of everything, but perhaps just a new beginning..."

Two hundred years of governance, two hundred years of invincibility, two hundred years of legend!

At this time, the mercenary emperor is completely the belief of the Empire!

This accumulated wish is not a God, but at least it has no problem to become a "spirit".

In Sulu's view, the so-called "spirit" is a very powerful spirit body. It can even be said that the spirit reserve is very similar to the "spirit of arcane art" in those days.

Under his gaze.

A new figure emerged from Jupiter.

Moreover, the old age disappeared and completely restored the peak of youth.

The 'heroic spirit' looked at Sulu and wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, he was sucked into the ground by a force.

"The establishment of the 'underworld' and the shelter for souls need to be put on the agenda... I don't know what kind of expression Jupiter will have when he sees a desolate underworld..."

Sulu chuckled and disappeared.

At this time, the guard found something wrong and came quickly. A noise immediately spread throughout the palace.

……

In the imperial calendar, in 218, the mercenary King Jupiter moritch ended his legendary life.

He arranged everything before he died. There was no wave in the succession of the new emperor. Several ambitious people were quickly suppressed, and the end was very miserable.

History has turned a new page.

……

North, mage tower.

Elijah is wearing a mage robe. Her appearance has not changed much from before, but her temperament is more mature.

In front of her, images emerge, which are built around the magician college.

After several enrollment, there were more than 200 members at this time.

The apprentices of that year, such as Alexander, Lindsay, Darby, Ted, rusov and rich, have completed their trials and become a formal magician. Except for a few people who ran away, most of them stayed in the college to teach.

At this time, it is time to recruit new blood in another year.

"The power of legend is really terrible..."

Elijah did not know how long she had not left the mage tower.

But the last time, the faint confrontation and TaClo's prophecy let her know that once they left the mage tower, something bad would happen.

"Elijah!"

Taclau came quickly: "something big has happened!"

"Phil found it?" Elijah hurriedly asked.

"No... it's Jupiter the mercenary... He... Finally died!"

Taclau long outlet airway.

"Your Majesty..."

Yilia's eyes became a little confused: "no one can deny the achievements of the mercenary emperor in his life. His brilliant achievements will still be remembered by people and sung for bards thousands of years later..."

"But... He's still dead... Such a hero can't resist the erosion of years..."

Taclau said, "the world... Is ours!"