The world of Purgatory has no so-called seasons, only the perpetual cold wind, full of stars, stars that remain unchanged for centuries.
Time flies, another year has passed.
On the Western Battlefield, the grand and luxurious palace remains conspicuous in the world of Purgatory, where everyone is understated and covert.
"Ring" "Ring"
The strong wind sweeps madly into the valley from the left, making people shudder involuntarily.
A blonde Monroe hastily walks through the palace corridor and arrives at the ten-meter-high golden ancient gate, whispering: "I heard Viking Khan Lord has gone out?"
"Yes!" one of the bodyguards.
"Go tell me. I want to see him." Monroe immediately said.
"My master," the guard said slightly embarrassed, "the master failed to charge forward to the Emperor again, but now his mood is unpredictable."
