Warrington, the capital of the Commonwealth of Minia, the Seven Stars Building.

Construction workers laid 41,492 cement pillars and 680,000 tonnes of sand and gravel from the nearby Potomac River to press 300,000 cubic meters of reinforced concrete building material to stabilize the foundation, which began decades ago on the uninhabited swamp on the banks of the Potomac River.

Since then, it has been home to the Ministry of Defence of the Commonwealth of Minia, the core and controller of the world's largest military force.

In a corner of the imposing irregular building, in an office on the eighth floor, Major Wetner, the adjutant of Maj. Gen. Matt Dean, deputy commander of the Joint Special Operations Command, sorts through papers on the Maj. Gen. Dean's desk.

These documents did not involve higher secrets - Major General Matt had always been a man of the military with a single eye, and he would not allow such a mistake as leaking secrets - what Major Wetner saw was what he should or could see. Now, the general is attending a high-level confidential meeting at the presidential palace in the White Mansion, and perhaps this will be a prelude to the general's promotion again, after all, Lieutenant General Matlaren is already old, and when he is about to retire, the operational command of the past few years has in fact been actually in charge of Major General Matt for a long time.

Major Wetner smiled happily, the promotion of the general is also a good thing for himself, isn't it?

"Bang!"

The office door was pushed open, and the heavy alloy door suddenly opened, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

"General, you ...... back" Major Wetner looked up, Major General Matt strode through the door with a gloomy face and angry fire in his eyes, and Wetner was stunned.

"Get out!" Major General Matt walked behind the desk in a few steps, sat down in the wide office chair angrily, panting heavily, and the military uniform on his chest was almost torn apart by the undulating chest.

Major Wetner, not wanting to be bored at such a time, withdrew lightly but very quickly from his office, and quietly closed the door.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang from inside the slowly closing alloy door, and it became a little muffled, but it was so loud that Wetner could hear that it was the sound of the general's fist slamming on the desk, and with this sound came to his ears, and the general's angry shouts could be heard in the corridors of the entire office area: "FUCK! Sonofabitch!”

Weitner shuddered. He had been following the general for more than 7 years, and all he knew was Major General Matt, although he was the most feared special soldier on the battlefield, and the elite who had defeated the opponent's physiology and psychology countless times, but in life, the general was actually an extremely personable gentleman, and Wetner had never seen a general get so angry.

"What's going on?" When Wetner returned to the adjutant's room and sat behind his desk, he was still puzzled.

And by this time, Matt, after the initial venting, had regained his composure—at least, on the surface. He sat at his desk by the window, looking through the special bulletproof glass that he could see clearly when he looked out, but he couldn't see anything from the outside in, and squinted at the white-domed building in the distance, and the people inside were still discussing how to lie, right? These sons of bitches politicians! I should have pulled out my gun just now and struck everyone inside!

However, General Matt is a special elite who has experienced a lot of battles after all, and his strong emotional self-control makes him quickly stop thinking about those worthless things, but turn to what to do next.

"Those bitches can't be counted on, maybe, it's time to do something......" As if having made up his mind, Matt opened a small lockbox, pulled out a yellowed photo from it, and stared at the man in ordinary clothes with a solemn expression on it, and was silent for a long time.

500 kilometers northwest of Warrington, the capital of the Commonwealth of Minia, in the middle of the East Rachel Mountains, is a solitary peak towering into the sky. At an altitude of more than 3,600 meters above sea level, the relative height is more than 1,000 meters, and the circumference of its base is less than a kilometer.

The top of the mountain is bare, only a few large trees can be seen at the top, and under the tree, there is a thatched house.

No one has ever been to the top of the mountain, but many people know that the hut was inhabited by a devout ascetic, and every evening, the sound of hymns and the recitation of the Holy Emperor scriptures would come from the top of the mountain and echo through the mountain for a long time.

And along with the chanting and hymns, there is a dense and holy light of the Tao. Many people who have heard this hymn and have been bathed in the light have found that their faith in the Holy Emperor has become more pious, their faith has become stronger, and even their bodies seem to have become healthier.

Over time, a large number of believers gathered here every day to listen to beautiful hymns, bask in the light of holiness, and feel the majesty and grace of the Holy Emperor.

It's just that no one has stepped to the top of the mountain for more than ten years, no one has ever seen this person's appearance, and even the food and clothes sent by the believers with hanging baskets hanging from the top of the mountain will be sent down intact, and only the hymns and confessions dedicated to the Holy Emperor will be left on the mountain.

At dusk, as the devotees were about to disperse after listening to the carols, the mountain was greeted by a guest from afar—a postman who drove up the narrow winding mountain road in an off-road that looked like it was about to fall apart.

After putting a letter in the gondola, which didn't look special, and watching the gondola rise to the top of the mountain, the postman complained about the damn mountain road and drove the old buggy down the mountain.

A few minutes later, a majestic momentum rose into the sky, faintly, ethereal but magnificent odes, as if sounding in the sky, a holy, sword-like light, shot out from the top of the mountain, straight into the sky!

The believers who were descending the mountain seemed to feel infinite anger and huge coercion at this moment, and they fell to the ground one by one, trembling all over......

9 a.m. sharp, Warsington, Seven Star Building.

The crowd of people coming in and out, dressed in suits and leather shoes, or dignified in appearance, or hurried in steps, or soothing, the officer on duty, Sergeant Womatt, looked straight ahead, as if he was oblivious to all this. But in fact, everyone who passed by in front of his eyes was firmly in his eyes and remembered in his heart.

As a veteran of one of the most influential buildings in the world, Wolmatt is convinced that no one can sneak into this building from under his nose, not even a fly, until he has his permission!

But Womat's gaze quickly froze.

A middle-aged man dressed in simple clothes with an indifferent expression walked slowly from the other end of the street. His steps were not big, and his steps were not fast, but for some reason, he quickly overtook everyone around him one by one and walked in front of Womatt.

His body was a little emaciated, and his facial expression was nothing special, only a pair of eyes were a rare gray-brown, gray eyeballs, gray whites, as if they were hollow, but they seemed to exude a strange luster, as long as they looked at it, it seemed that the soul would be sucked in, and they could no longer move.

Womat didn't ask the middle-aged man to show his ID, because just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man took out a medal with an indifferent expression and hung it on his chest.

National Special Medal of Honor! Womatt's eyes widened all at once.

This is the highest rank medal that a military member of the Commonwealth of Minia has ever heard of, and the owner of this medal has the right to freely enter and exit any military place, and even has access to the highest core secrets of the Federation!

What's more, this medal has only been awarded to one person so far, and even the medal itself is specially set up for this person!

Womath suddenly remembered that on his first day of joining the Seven Star Building's Guard, his commander had told him again and again a few words about the mysterious National Special Medal of Honor winner: he could appear anywhere in this building, a slightly crowded building due to the large number of people, and a permanent office had been specially reserved for this person!

However, his commander did not tell him what this man looked like, let alone what this man had done.

Obviously, at this time, many people had already noticed this middle-aged man who seemed a little special, and an exclamation sounded from several high-ranking generals who hurriedly walked by:

"Holy Emperor!"

"Who did I see?"

"Oh my God, it's him, he's back!"

Womath watched the man walk in front of him, through the crowd, and straight into the building, leaving only a huge question mark in his heart: "Who is he?"

The Holy Emperor's Bright Island, in front of the statue of the Bright Saint Emperor, which has almost become a ruin.

The middle-aged man knelt quietly in front of the statue and prayed in a low voice.

"Merciful Holy Emperor, your light shines on the earth and benefits all the people, those who do not believe in the Holy Emperor will not live forever, and those who violate the glory ......of the Holy Emperor will fall into hell forever."

His voice was low, but it seemed to be able to penetrate the firmament and reverberate between heaven and earth. His body also seems to exude a holy light.

After praying, the middle-aged man slowly got up and walked step by step to Matt, who was hundreds of meters away.

"How?" Matt asked.

Just now, he and the middle-aged man had spent nearly ten hours conducting a detailed survey of the most important battlefields on the island.

The more he observed, the more frightened Matt became, the silent assassination, the strange and strange explosions, the incomparably accurate sniping, and the more than 100 commandos who died all told him what thrilling battles this island had experienced, and what a powerful special squad the opponent was!

But Matt also noticed that some traces were obviously not caused by human beings, such as the frozen marks that had not completely dispersed, such as the huge statue that had no traces of explosion and collapsed inexplicably......

"The other party is a special operations team with a very small number of people," the middle-aged man spoke, his voice was very normal, his tone was also very flat, and the words he said were also consistent with Matt's judgment, "However, some of them or some other existence are involved, and they can't be found......"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted Matt, who was about to speak: "I need time." ”

Ma nodded his head.

"I'm going to do something, I need a bit of authorization, and the relevant information." The middle-aged man's voice was still flat.

"No problem." General Matt agreed without even thinking about it. He has absolute confidence in the ordinary-looking man in front of him, as long as he is willing, no one in this world can stop him from doing what he wants to do, even if the opponent is a special elite who has completely annihilated a Poseidon VI team, no matter who the opponent is, he will pay the price of regret for the rest of his life for killing the soldiers of the Minnesia Federation!

The middle-aged man stopped talking, he turned around, looked at the ruins of the statue of the Holy Emperor of Light, and bowed solemnly: "Your people, St. Galel Sam, swear in the name of the Holy Emperor that those who anger the Holy Emperor will go to hell and be ......burned by the fire of endless hell forever."

"Holy"! The most pious, canonized by the Holy Emperor Church, the surname prefix unique to the upper echelons of the Holy Emperor Sect!

"Galil"! Legend has it that the name of the Great Sage Envoy who has boundless power, protects the Holy Sect, eradicates evil heretical cultists, and makes special contributions to the light of the Holy Emperor shining on the earth!

-- The end of the first volume

[Explain: The headquarters of the US Joint Special Operations Command, not in the Pentagon in Washington, but at McDill Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida, but he himself is part of the Department of Defense, and for the sake of narrative convenience, let them move!] 】