In the 1117th year of the silver calendar, a significant event took place that would alter the course of history. Emperor Dracule of the Assyrian Empire was gifted with the holy sword and after a devout prayer to the divine, he gained the power to rule the world. This power awakened an extraordinary ability within him - the power to control metal.

Dracule was overflowing with ambition, and to signify the new era, he changed the calendar and declared the first year of the divine calendar. He proclaimed himself as the second king chosen by God, following King Auther, and sent envoys to all the major empires on the continent, demanding their surrender.

With the acquisition of the power of the Three Heaven Cultivation Method, Dracule's self-confidence was elevated to an unprecedented level. He no longer paid any heed to other nations and his newfound power was strengthened by Excalibur. He was now a force to be reckoned with, and the world would never be the same again.

After discovering the coveted method of cultivation through the mouth of Dracule, the specialized ministers of Dracule eagerly requested the secrets of the Three Heavens technique. Dracule had made a vow to these ministers, promising to grant them access to his immense power. However, upon cultivating more power, Dracule's ego inflated, and he had no intention of honoring his prior promise.

Initially, as the ministers approached Dracule with subtle inquiries, he was able to brush them off with ease. But as the demand for the cultivation method grew, so did Dracule's wrath. The once composed leader became increasingly irate, and began a ruthless killing spree that left hundreds of ministers and nobles dead in his wake.

The ministers were left in shock and disbelief, realizing too late that Dracule had never had any intention of sharing his powers with them. They now understood the true nature of the once revered leader, and the full extent of his brutal and unwavering resolve.

However, by this point, it was evident that their attempts were futile. Dracule had fully awakened his metal control ability and was now mastering the secrets of the Three Heavens. Armed with his indestructible sword and newfound power, there was nothing that could stand in his way.

In a desperate attempt to stop him, some of the ministers resorted to poisoning Dracule, hoping to bring an end to his reign of terror. However, even the most potent of toxins were powerless against him. Instead, the attempts only served to further enrage Dracule, leading to even more tragic deaths among the ministers.

Such was the way of the world. Power often corrupts, and even the most virtuous of individuals can be tempted by its allure. The once just emperor had now become a monstrous tyrant, wielding his immense strength with no regard for the lives of those around him.

As Dracule's power grew, so too did his arrogance and caution. He no longer trusted those closest to him, including the ministers he once trusted, the women he claimed to love, and even his own family members. The only person he placed his faith in was himself.

Through his iron-fisted rule, Dracule crushed any opposition within the Assyrian Empire, leaving the people with no choice but to submit to his dictatorship. Fearful of his wrath, they dared not to resist or speak out against him.

In his quest for domination, Dracule sent envoys to other city-states and empires, demanding their surrender. Despite being treated well by these nations, no one dared to agree to his demands. The fear of facing the wrath of the powerful emperor was too great, but they still chose to maintain their independence, no matter the cost.

The only nation that dared to openly challenge Dracule was the Holy Empire. This bold move was not without cause, as the relationship between the two empires had long been fraught with conflict. The root of this tension was the existence of the True Status within the Assyrian Empire, which the Holy Empire lacked. This superiority was further compounded by the claims of the New Church, established by Dracule himself, that it was the true representative of Gaia, and that the Holy Empire was nothing more than a sham.

The New Church was established with the goal of eradicating the influence of the Holy Empire within the Assyrian Empire and strengthening the power of the emperor. With the Church as a powerful tool, Dracule hoped to make it easier to conquer the Holy Empire in the future.

Before the establishment of the New Church, the Holy Empire held sole dominance over the continent. But with the rise of the New Church and the power it wielded, the Holy Empire was forced to contend with a new, formidable adversary. This dynamic set the stage for ongoing conflict and strife between the two empires, as each vied for dominance over the other.

The audacity of Dracule was clear for all to see. He was not intimidated by the might of the Holy Empire or the wrath of God. This boldness was not a recent development, but was rooted in his ambition and thirst for power that had long been brewing within him.

When Dracule's envoy arrived in Norwich, the capital city of the Holy Empire, the pope refused to see them, instead choosing to have them thrown on the torture rack and accused of witchcraft. This act was considered a direct affront to the traditions of the Gaia continent, which held that killing a messenger was immoral and would erode trust among allies.

News of this atrocity spread quickly and sparked outrage throughout the Assyrian Empire. When the fearless Emperor Dracule learned of the events in Norwich, he was consumed by anger and immediately declared war on the Holy Empire. He was determined to vanquish his rivals and establish his dominance over the entire continent.

With his formidable army at his command and his unbreakable will to conquer, Dracule set out on his quest to defeat the Holy Empire and secure his place as the most powerful ruler on the Gaia continent.

The clash between the two empires was a sight to behold. The clashing of steel, the roar of war drums, and the battle cries echoed across the land. The once peaceful countryside was transformed into a battlefield, with both sides determined to emerge victorious.

Dracule's army, with its 300,000 strong labourers, was a formidable force. The presence of Dracule the First, with his indomitable spirit and powerful ability to control metal, made the army seem almost unbeatable. Despite the best efforts of the Holy Empire, the Assyrian army managed to break through the first line of defence, and the battle shifted into the heart of the Holy Empire.

The battle between the Holy Empire and the Assyrian Empire was a fierce and bloody one, with both sides fighting for their lives. As Dracule led the charge, his army of 300,000 strong labourers behind him, he wielded the power of metal control to devastating effect.

With every swing of his Excalibur, Dracule sliced through the ranks of the Holy Empire's soldiers, sending them flying through the air like ragdolls. The ground shook with each impact as he summoned massive metallic constructs to crush his enemies, their screams filling the air.

He cut through them like a hot knife through butter, leaving a trail of death and destruction in his wake.

The battlefield was awash with the blood of the fallen, and the air was thick with the cries of the wounded and the dying.

The Holy Empire, however, was not one to be underestimated. With their last 400,000 strong soldier, they fought with everything they had. The two sides were evenly matched, and the battle lasted for days, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

The battlefield was an unforgettable sight of horror and bloodshed. As Dracule's metal control ability took hold, weapons became useless against him, and soldiers of the Holy Empire were cut down one after the other. The clash of metal was almost deafening, but it was the sound of desperate screams that echoed the loudest.

The Holy Empire soldiers tried to fight back with all their might, but to no avail. Their swords bent and broke in their hands, armor crumpled, and shields shattered like glass under the pressure of Dracule's metal control. The tide of battle shifted quickly, and the once confident troops of the Holy Empire found themselves retreating in fear and desperation.

As the troops of the Assyrian Empire continued their relentless attack, the city walls shook, and the gates crumbled under the weight of their advance. In the face of such overwhelming power, the Holy Empire had no choice but to beg for assistance from other nations.

The special envoys went from country to country, spreading tales of Dracule's power, and the threat he posed to all the nations of the Gaia continent. They enticed other countries with the prospect of sharing in the power of the kingdoms and together, facing the oncoming assault of the Assyrian Empire. In the end, the call for aid was heard, and the fate of the Holy Empire was left in the hands of their allies.

This momentous event quickly became a turning point in the history of the Gaia continent. The once simple conflict between the Holy Empire and the Assyrian Empire had escalated into a full-blown world war, with nations across the land scrambling to align themselves with one side or the other. The stakes were higher than ever before, as the outcome of the war would determine the future of the entire continent.

As the armies began to converge on the city of Norwich, the anticipation and tension could be felt throughout the land. The kings of each country had their own motivations for joining the war, some driven by ambition, some by fear, and others by a thirst for power. But one thing was clear: the outcome of this war would shape the fate of the world for generations to come.

With Dracule at the head of the Assyrian army, the world held its breath as the two sides clashed in a brutal and bloody battle. The skills and power of the emperor were on full display as he wielded his control over metal to devastating effect, decimating the opposition and sending shockwaves through the enemy ranks.

For the Holy Empire, the future was uncertain. They had been caught off guard by the sheer force and determination of the Assyrian army, and they now found themselves on the brink of defeat. The special envoys had been sent out in a desperate bid to turn the tide, but it remained to be seen if they would be successful in securing the help they needed.

The world watched with bated breath as the outcome of the war hung in the balance. For Dracule, victory meant the realization of his lifelong ambition and the chance to establish a new world order. But for the defeated, there would be nothing but defeat, and the end of an era.

However, as the war dragged on, the reinforcements from the other nations continued to arrive, and the odds were not in Dracule's favor. Despite his valiant efforts and unparalleled martial prowess, he was facing an insurmountable force. The tide of the battle shifted as the combined might of the hundred nations began to take its toll on Dracule's army.

The Hundred Nations War was a conflict that shook the world to its very core. A coalition of nations had banded together to take on the might of the empire led by the fearsome Dracule. Despite the combined forces of the world arrayed against him, Dracule was a formidable opponent and fought fiercely, using his military prowess to launch devastating surprise attacks and conquer territory with ruthless efficiency.

In the early stages of the war, Dracule led a cavalry charge of 50000 soldiers, catching the armies of thirteen countries off guard. He defeated these forces in swift succession, beheading their commanders and leaving their bodies as a warning to others. The spectacle of six kings and even the emperor of the Babylonian Empire falling to Dracule's might sent shockwaves through the world and many believed that the war was already lost.

But the Holy Empire was determined not to give up. They called for help from every corner of the globe, and a hundred nations answered the call. This was no ordinary war, for it was fought by armies from far and wide, each with their own strengths, weaknesses, and motivations. The Hundred Nations War would become a defining moment in the history of the world, shaping the fate of generations to come.

The battle was a brutal and intense one, with both sides fighting fiercely. The sound of swords clashing and arrows whistling filled the air, accompanied by the battle cries of the soldiers and the cries of the wounded and dying. The sight of blood and bodies littering the ground only fueled the soldiers' determination to win.

Despite the odds against him, Dracule's ability to control metal proved to be a formidable weapon, as he wielded his powers to control the weapons of the enemy and turn them against them. With each clash, the enemy's ranks thinned, as they fell victim to their own weapons.

However, the Hundred Nations Allied Forces were not without their own strengths. Their numbers and coordination were their greatest advantage, and as they surrounded Dracule, they gradually wore down his defenses. The sight of Dracule struggling against the relentless barrage of attacks was a moment of hope for the Allied Forces, as they saw an opportunity to defeat the seemingly invincible emperor.

Despite their best efforts, however, Dracule's strength and ability proved too much for them, as he broke through their ranks and continued his rampage. The sight of him swinging his sword and controlling the metal around him with ease was a chilling sight for the Allied Forces, and it became clear that this war would not be won easily.

The final showdown was an epic battle that would go down in history as one of the bloodiest and most intense battles of all time. The Hundred Nations Allied Forces brought their full might to bear, with legions of soldiers, armored knights, and siege engines, all with the goal of capturing Dracule and bringing an end to the war. But Dracule was not one to be taken lightly, with his unmatched strength and mastery of metal control, he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

As the two armies clashed, the ground shook beneath their feet and the skies were filled with the sounds of clanging metal and war cries. Dracule was in his element, using his power to control the weapons of his enemies, twisting and turning them against their own wielders. The sight was horrifying, as thousands of men were cut down by their own weapons, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake.

Despite their best efforts, the Hundred Nations Allied Forces could not ensnare Dracule, as he was always one step ahead, outmaneuvering their every move. In the end, it was Dracule who emerged as the victor, his power and cunning having won the day. The alliances was left in disarray, with morale shattered and their soldiers either dead or in full retreat.

The final stand of the Hundred Nations Allied Forces was in Norwich City, the heart of the Holy Empire. The soldiers who managed to escape the massacre on the battlefield sought refuge within its walls, huddled together in fear and trembling, waiting for the inevitable final showdown. The mood was somber, with a clear sense of dread and hopelessness permeating the air. The once proud army of a hundred nations was reduced to a shadow of its former self, battered and broken, with no chance of victory in sight.

Dracule's victory was absolute. With his mastery over metal, he had decimated the opposition and cemented the might of the Assyrian Empire. The rest of the world cowered in fear of the new ruler, who now had the power to shape the future of the Gaia continent as he pleased. It was clear that there was no stopping him from becoming the supreme lord of the land, a conqueror of nations, and a master of all that lay within his grasp. Or so they thought…