Gate: Thus the Intergalactic Sorcerous Empire Fought There
The Sorcerer kingdom was founded 800 years ago. In these 800 years, they have dominated the New World. It is now called the Sorcerous Empire. A lot has changed in eight hundred years. The New World is called now Nazar. A strange structure suddenly appeared in a city located on the planet Nazar. From this many people came out and attacked the citizens of the Sorcerous Empire. On the other hand, such a strange structure appeared on the planet called Earth. From where some Roman people came out and attacked them. Many people on Earth who have been researching for many years whether life exists on another planet or not, what will they do? There are many mysterious places in the world. Many mysteries have not been solved yet. What will people like Emroy, Hardy, Rory, Duncan, and Ral / La do? Those who consider themselves omnipotent, omniscient, or proud of their power. When they face the real power. A nation whose borders are wide in space. *** I will try to keep the balance. Also if you want Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/VcFjwt7T
For the Emperor
Ragnarok looked at the soldiers lined up before him.
Soldiers stood in rigid formation, their armor glinting like polished steel, each man and woman a testament to the might of the Sorcerous Empire. At the forefront, Ragnarok, a towering figure clad in dark, ornate armor, surveyed the ranks with a fierce intensity. His presence commanded respect, and the air crackled with anticipation as he prepared to address the assembled warriors.
Ragnarok raised his hand, silencing the murmurs that rippled through the crowd. The soldiers, their faces set with determination, turned their eyes to him, eager to hear the words that would ignite their spirits. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down upon him.
"The Mightiest Soldiers of the Empire," he began, his voice resonating like a war drum. "We have come here today to punish those who dare to harm our beloved Empire. We have come to unleash the Emperor's wrath upon those who would invade our fatherland!"
A murmur of agreement swept through the ranks, a wave of fervor that surged like a tide. Ragnarok continued, his voice rising with passion. "No enemy in our history could breach our sacred soil. But these Saderans—these vile invaders—not only reached our fatherland but imprisoned and killed many of our brothers and sisters. They have crossed a line that cannot be forgiven!"
The soldiers clenched their fists, their faces hardening with resolve. Ragnarok could see the fire igniting in their eyes, the shared anger and grief transforming into a singular purpose. He pressed on, his words a rallying cry that echoed through the hearts of his comrades.
"Even if we must shed rivers of blood to save our citizens, we will not hesitate! Our Emperor, Ainz Oaol Gown, has never known defeat! We will go to any lengths to bring victory to our Emperor! We will fight until our last breath, for the Emperor! We will fight this battle with everything we have and crush our enemies beneath our boots!"
The soldiers erupted into a chorus of shouts, their voices rising in a thunderous chant. "For the Emperor!" they cried, their spirits ignited by Ragnarok's fervor.
"What is death!?" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
"A mercy whereby we may serve the Emperor for eternity!" the soldiers roared back, their conviction unwavering.
Ragnarok's heart swelled with pride as he looked upon the faces of his soldiers—men and women who had trained tirelessly, who had sacrificed so much for the Empire.
"My soldiers," he declared, raising his sword high, the blade catching the last rays of sunlight. "Prepare yourselves to fight for the Emperor!"
The soldiers responded with a unified roar, their voices a symphony of determination. "For the Emperor! For the Sorcerous Empire!"
"Yaaaa!!!"
"For the Emperor!
"For the Emperor!"
As the echoes of their battle cry faded into the air, Ragnarok felt the weight of destiny upon him. The Saderans would soon learn the true meaning of the Empire's might.