The Sword Emperor Transmigrates

The Order of the Green Dragon, huh.

Riding the stream of spatial distortion as usual, Leonard let the alien sensation pass over him, lost in thought.

Most people with the Cardenas bloodline did not even know the name Spriggan, and even among the Seven Great Orders, most just thought of the Spriggans as the primary enemy of the Order of the Green Dragon. While this was not entirely incorrect, Leonard’s perspective had shifted since he had learned of the existence of the World Tree Yggdrasil.

Even if the Spriggans had been monstrous foes who had clashed with the Order of the Green Dragon for centuries, they were merely the byproducts of the World Tree Yggdrasil.

Worshipping divine trees wasn’t uncommon in my previous life. Even the sacred tree known as the Sacred Sandalwood Tree by the people of Haidong was tied to their founding myths.

Yggdrasil, contaminated by the venomous fangs of the Outer God Nidhogg, had decayed, leaving behind only her divine power. This divine power was still potent enough to threaten the world with destruction even after a millennium. It would not have been surprising if she had been considered a True God in ancient times.

Arcadia and the Three Noble Houses have already made their decision. They plan to take down the World Tree and eradicate the Spriggans at their root.

It was clear that the deployment of four commanders was to deal with Yggdrasil. Though she was now a specter of her former self, haunted by lingering grudges, even fragments of her godlike power were dangerous enough that not even a group of Demigod Tier beings could predict the outcome of a confrontation.

Just reaching Yggdrasil was a monumental task. As Leonard had experienced firsthand in the Corroded Realm Nastrond, the undead hordes maintained both their numbers and fighting strength as the battle progressed. It could take days to overcome them or even advance a single kilometer.

Unless the Jehoia family had some kind of plan prepared, this battle would likely be another grueling ordeal.

Flash!

The moment Multi Teleport brought Leonard to his destination, his five senses returned to normal, and his eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t help it.

“What in the…?”

In his past life, Leonard had traversed from the treacherous Nanman to the inhospitable North Seas, where no man was said to survive. Having seen, heard, and experienced countless rare and extraordinary phenomena, he was not the type to lose his words over most sights.

But the scene in front of him rendered even Leonard, who had encountered many wonders of this world, utterly speechless.

“What in the world is that?”

Even with his Dragon Eyes, which could let him see clearly for several kilometers, the sight before him made him doubt his eyes. The horizon itself was moving, albeit at an agonizingly slow pace.

A massive wall, gleaming with a metallic sheen reminiscent of a mountain range of steel, stretched upward at least fifty meters and towered over them. Below it, gigantic wheels rolled, carving dozens of furrows into the ground. No matter how far he looked in either direction, he could not see where the wall began or ended.

Heather noticed Leonard’s astonished expression and burst into laughter, “Haha! So even you’re impressed by this, huh, Leonard?”

It was a sight designed to astonish anyone, not just new recruits of the Order of the Green Dragon but even those dispatched from other knightly orders.

This was the Jehoia family’s creation, built to encircle and seal off both the Spriggans and the World Tree Yggdrasil, rendering their influence inert. Stretching over a hundred kilometers in length and layered with special metals and high-class magic arrays, it could even neutralize the World Tree’s divine power.

This was the Mobile Isolation Barricade Train. The name was so long and cumbersome that those stationed at the frontlines often referred to it more simply.

“We call it the Barricade Train. The Order of the Green Dragon uses it as a mobile stronghold.”

With no fixed base to speak of, the Order of the Green Dragon lived aboard the train—eating, sleeping, and waging war. Fortunately, the interior of the fifty-meter-high train offered enough space for both residential and operational needs as well as ample storage for supplies. It could sustain prolonged defensive battles lasting several years.

Leonard, finally regaining his composure, asked with a calmer expression, “Why design a mobile defense line? The costs of maintaining and repairing something like this must be astronomical.”

It was a reasonable question. Even the magic engineering warships Leonard had seen in Atlantis consumed more than half the budget of an expedition team. Yet here was a colossal train over a hundred kilometers long, constructed with special metals and layered with dozens of high-class magic arrays.

If they had opted for a stationary wall instead, it could have been built, maintained, and repaired at a fraction of the cost.

The Jehoia family, however, never did anything without a reason.

“You’re not wrong, Leonard. Most of the Jehoia family’s resources are tied up in the Barricade Train. Their contribution to other frontiers is limited to logistics and maintenance because of it.”

Heather quickly followed with an explanation, “However, the true danger of Yggdrasil doesn’t lie in her combat power or the Spriggans. Her divine authority—reversing life itself and creating ecosystems corrupted by death—is the real threat. Here, what matters isn’t how many enemies we kill but how much ground we can reclaim.”

“…So that’s why they built the Barricade Train.”

“Exactly. The wider Yggdrasil’s domain, the stronger she becomes.”

Although she was a divine being, her behavior was akin to that of a tree. The deeper her roots dug and the farther they spread, the more her influence expanded, amplifying her divine authority and power output.

Had the Order of the Green Dragon and the Jehoia family focused solely on eradicating the Spriggans, Yggdrasil’s reach would have steadily grown until her impact became impossible for the empire to conceal.

By constructing the Barricade Train and using it to blockade the entire region, advancing and retreating as needed, they had managed to keep the threat contained.

Hair wildly whipping in the wind, Heather shouted atop the giant wolf bounding toward the train, “Based on the records left by senior knights of the Order of the Green Dragon, the Barricade Train has retreated by almost five hundred meters within the last three centuries. We’ve held out well, but we’ve still been pushed back over time.”

Gazing past her, Leonard marveled once again at the colossal size of the Barricade Train as they drew closer. Even if it was said that the bloodline of a higher race, the Dvergr, had a hand in its design, it was still hard to believe that human hands had created such a structure.

If the royal tombs of Western Xia or even the great pyramids were placed beside the train, they would seem like mere sand piles.

“Heather?!” someone called out from atop the train after scanning the area and spotting the massive wolf.

Even among a crowd of unique individuals, a girl riding a giant wolf could only be Heather.

Heather waved enthusiastically. “Yes! Heather of the Order of the Green Dragon, reporting back!”

“You may go up directly!”

“Understood!”

The distance was so great that both sides had to shout to communicate. Just as Leonard let out an amused chuckle at the crude exchange, Heather tapped Xianlang’s back three times.

This was a signal they had developed during their years on the battlefield together. The wolf’s thigh muscles bulged dramatically as the wolf channeled its internal energy, unleashing an unimaginable leap.

Boooom!

The ground cracked into a crater several meters wide as the wolf launched itself skyward with tremendous force. It landed atop the Barricade Train with a thunderous crash.

Its leap was a spectacle reminiscent of Divine Qi Burst, the pinnacle of lightness arts. To leap fifty meters in one bound was something even a Transcendence Tier warrior would find difficult to emulate. Such a feat was only possible because the wolf was a beast-type spiritual creature endowed with leg strength several times greater than that of humans.

The Barricade Train is broader and more stable than it seems from below. I can’t even begin to imagine what extraordinary craftsmanship was used to construct this.

Leonard marveled in awe as Heather, dismounting the wolf the moment it landed, saluted her senior knight. “Green Dragon Knight Heather, reporting back after completing my mission. Do you know where the commander is? I need to report to him.”

“The commander? He’s in the meeting room in Sector C-7, negotiating supply matters with the elder of Jehoia.”

“Thank you!”

Upon learning the location of the Green Dragon Commander, Heather mounted Xianlang again. The wolf, as if waiting for this very moment, began sprinting at an incredible speed.

“…Is it even safe to ride Xianlang on top of a train?” Leonard asked, watching nervously.

“The train roof is plenty wide, and Xianlang is agile enough to avoid bumping into anyone!” Heather replied confidently.

Xianlang let out a loud growl as if to affirm Heather’s words and showcased a series of leaps and directional changes as it sped toward Sector C-7. Fortunately, their destination was not far from where they had boarded.

The wolf brought them to their destination in no time, crouching to let them dismount. Heather and Leonard got off side by side, as it was impossible for the wolf to enter the train’s interior.

“Wait here, okay? I won’t be long,” Heather said, stroking the wolf’s snout.

With a low whine, Xianlang curled up in a corner, wrapping its tail around itself. Its sheer size would have obstructed the pathway if it had stayed in the middle. Its intelligent yet docile demeanor drew a smile from Leonard, who patted it gently before following Heather.

As they descended the stairs unfolding before them, the noise and vibrations from above gradually subsided, giving way to a calm, almost serene environment.

“A magic array, huh?” Leonard observed.

“Yeah, I heard that without it, the vibrations from the train’s engines would make it unbearably noisy inside.”

“Impressive.”

Exchanging casual remarks, they approached the location where the Green Dragon Commander was said to be. Before long, Leonard sensed it—a powerful presence emanating from ahead. Having encountered Demigod Tier beings on multiple occasions, Leonard had grown adept at recognizing such overwhelming auras when they weren’t intentionally concealed.

Looks like we’ve found the right place.

The oppressive energy, unique to beings on the level of the Demigod Tier, permeated the area. It was not as peculiar as Demian’s, as ferocious as Wade’s, or as chilling as Audrey’s. Instead, it was a persistent, ominous, and heavy force.

Though Leonard couldn’t pinpoint the exact nature of the power, he knew instinctively that it was not something easily understood or dismissed. Calmly, he continued walking.

“This way!” Heather, unable to sense the Demigod Tier aura, led the way confidently.

As they neared the meeting room in Sector C-7, voices could be heard from within, prompting them both to stop in unison. But the figures inside were skilled enough to have already sensed their presence.

“Is it Heather? Bring him in,” said a deep male voice, presumably belonging to Commander Uluka.

“Y-Yes, sir!”

Heather and Leonard entered the room, their gazes sweeping to see who had been speaking with the Green Dragon Commander. Leonard immediately recognized the individual—one of the ten elders of Jehoia, a figure similar to the Knight Commanders of Cardenas and the Grand Magi of the Pentagon of Wickeline.

Sure enough, the person was a dwarf, unmistakable with his bald head barely reaching the waist of an average adult man.

“What’s with the staring, you brats? Never seen a dwarf before?!” the dwarf barked, his booming voice echoing through the room.

“Elder Garneau, let’s continue this discussion tomorrow,” Uluka suggested.

“No, I don’t have time tomorrow! Let’s do it the day after!” Garneau replied brusquely, stroking his bushy mustache and beard.

“Very well. I’ll see you then at the same time.”

“Got it! I’m off now!”

The dwarf turned to leave but stopped abruptly in front of Leonard. His eyes, as round and bulbous as marbles, fixated on the sword hanging at Leonard’s waist—the divine sword forged by the Jehoia family’s master blacksmiths and crafted from the cast-iron fist of the Void Deity Pollux.

Garneau tilted his head back to peer up at Leonard. “You’re the one?”

“…I’m not sure what you mean,” Leonard replied cautiously.

“The kid they say took down a Void Deity before turning twenty—the one destined to be the next head of the Cardenas family! Is that you?”

Though surprised, Leonard detected no malice in Garneau’s tone. His loud and brash demeanor seemed more a result of poor communication skills than any ill intent. In his past life, Leonard had met blacksmiths with similar temperaments. Beneath Garneau’s coarse exterior, there was admiration and praise.

“I don’t know about being the next family head, but yes, I defeated Pollux,” Leonard admitted.

“I knew it!” Garneau scrutinized Leonard from head to toe, then nodded with satisfaction. He then bellowed, “Come see me later. I’ll make you a weapon. My name’s Garneau! The one who forged your sword was my apprentice, so it’s only fitting!”

Without waiting for a response, the dwarf rushed out, his presence quickly disappearing into the distance. Heather and Leonard exchanged bewildered glances at the sudden turn of events.

“It’s rare for the Jehoias’ craftsmen, especially one of Elder Garneau’s caliber, to acknowledge a warrior. It’s even rarer for them to offer one of their weapons upfront,” Uluka remarked with an interested gaze, breaking the silence.

The Jehoia family’s craftsmen, no, to be exact, dwarves were known for their pride in their craft. They often imposed rigorous tests on potential users, such as slaying dangerous monsters or achieving widespread renown, to prove their worth.

Many knights gave up on acquiring Order-made weapons from the Jehoia family because of these stringent requirements.

“I’ve heard much about you, Leonard, but meeting you in person is something else entirely,” Uluka said, rising from his seat and extending a hand. “I am Uluka, Commander of the Order of the Green Dragon and the man overseeing this frontier.”

“I am Leonard,” he replied, shaking Uluka’s hand firmly.

Even as he felt the vast power coursing through Uluka’s grip, Leonard remained unshaken. The days when he used to face Demigod Tier beings with fear were long behind him.

“Hah, you exceeded my expectations,” Uluka said with an impressed smile.

He then pulled out an official document, tore it up without hesitation, and began drafting a new one on a blank sheet of paper. After stamping it, he handed it to Leonard.

“Take this. It’s your new appointment letter.”

Leonard examined the document. “Special Officer…?”

“It’s a rank I just created,” Uluka explained, leaning back in his chair. “It grants knights performing special missions the authority they need to complete their tasks. Originally, I intended to assign you to guard a key facility on the train, but I’ve scrapped that plan.”

As Leonard and Heather sat down in the two chairs that floated over at Uluka’s gesture, Uluka’s eyes gleamed with purpose.

“Now, let me explain the details of your special mission.”

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