Empire Invincible Novels & Stories

Xiao Fang explained the function of the imperial ship to Ciao Chen. After seeing and hearing about the advantages of the imperial ship, Xiao Chen was truly amazed. It was even crazier than his own ship, so Xiao Chen was very happy to use the imperial large ship. Xiao Fang was aware of what his younger brother was planning and firmly rejected the request. This warship was not a ship for Xiao Chen to use freely. Although it was powerful, the materials needed for the ship were rare and very expensive. The empire only had ten at the half-emperor level, twenty at the king level, and a hundred at the immortal level. Xiao Fang made this ship a walking fortress for the Xiao empire if it ever explore

“Those were the eyes of someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kill. If you make one wrong move, you’ll end up dead.” “But Joe and Amir would die if we don’t stop him!” Though Vince tried to reason with Absalom, the latter just stared at him icily. “Do you expect not to lose some comrades when you go killing other people?” Vince went silent when the vines dropped Joe and Amir. He just saw the real power of the empire’s rising sun—the holder of the dragon crest. His arms trembled when Dio’s icy eyes landed on him. At that moment, he knew that he would be next. He lashed out his whip but Dio caught it easily, not minding the high-voltage electricity that the whip amplified. Instead, it was Vince who

CASPIAN DE LEON'S POV "I greet His Highness, the 2nd Prince. I have a message sent by Her Majesty, the Empress." Gleaming in his thick and seemingly impenetrable armor, he glanced at me with his doe eyes as his silky long blond hair tied simply. He is the Captain of the Empress' knightage, Rowan Evans, and my right hand man. "Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves. Rowan, aren't you tired of being Her Majesty's obedient dog?" I asked rhetorically and raised my brow.

But as I looked closely, I could see them watching us carefully. ‘There..no..we are trapped in here. There is no way we could get past them.’ I gulped in some air, as the one with the horizontal plume began to speak. “Welcome to the Makedon Empire. You visitors have been as some of you are no doubt aware have been enslaved by us. The lawful subjects of his Imperial Highness, Emperor Alexander IV. We are members of the Imperial central army, V Legion. You are now soldiers in the newly formed slave corps. Your job is simple. Attack and kill what we tell you to. However, for you the Imperial Emperor has given you all one divine blessing. If you fight and win ten battles. You will no longer be s

“Prime Minister Antonio.” Antonio looks up from the papers on his desk to find his trusted aide, Brandon, addressing him. “What is it, Brandon?” he asks. Brandon seems to be very troubled and he approaches the table. “I have heard some news which is quite concerning,” he begins. “The Emperor is planning to invade Sloria.” “WHAT?” Antonio exclaims, standing on his feet. “This is outrageous! He cannot invade another country just like that! He must take the approval from the Privy Council first!”

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

It seemed the old man's threat was taken very seriously. "Open the gates. And fetch some horses for the Emperor and the young prince." After walking determinedly for almost 45 minutes, the huge and majestic city gate appeared before them. It was the capital city of the Empire that lay in the south of Kelan- the capital city of the Eternal Empire, Emperor City. Large walls that easily dwarfed any giant, and a heavy gate that was impervious to attacks by all those below the profound realm, this city was near impenetrable. It finally made sense why assassins found it so difficult to get in, and why the Emperor was so certain that Morgana would only be safe inside the city walls. The Eternal Emp

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.

The man wore a coat that did not belong to the road. It hung on him like a uniform. Rain made the asphalt shine. The van’s engine ticked. Sophia’s hands were white on the seat. The child slept under a thin blanket, small and warm, fingers curled around a loose string. Elara watched the man the way you watch a storm move in. He had a face like paper—no softness, no mistakes. Up close, his eyes were too steady. He did not show a badge at first. He just said, “Elara Vale.”