At this moment, a blurry black shadow appeared on the horizon. Although it was approaching quickly and could be confirmed soon, it was an army marching forward.,The Emperor and his retinue, along with the advisors, watched all of this unfold on the farm. Younger officers, filled with grief and rage, wept and cursed those cowardly deserters for ruining everything.,A four-year-old child cannot possibly have any coherent memories or conscious judgments. All they can retrieve in their mind is a collection of fragmented images.。