Magic Emperor 207 Novels & Stories

Do not engage. ‘No.’ Macro countered himself. ‘What I broke was Sejanus’ orders. Not the emperor’s.’ If he broke the emperor’s rule... He wouldn't survive the night. Macro closed his eyes. The screams inside didn't last. It slowly fades. Like a nightmare. But as if to prove him wrong—another one tore through the silence. This one was different. Bone-chilling. A kind that would never leave you. He can feel the small hair on his back rise.

He had to install hundreds of Javelin to be able to attack long range into the air. “Son, how many archers have experienced by our side?” asked the Emperor quietly. “Including me, there are about thirty,” replied Ezekiel. The Emperor slumped back against the throne. He was vexed and didn't know what to do. Thirty who used bow and arrow and some Javelin alone would not be enough to protect the capital. "Mages." As the Emperor, Ezekiel and everyone else was racking their brains, Heinrich suddenly came forward.