Imperator: Resurrection of an Empire-Chapter 437 - 432 -

The road bent northward and then straightened, stretching ahead like a deliberate line carved into the land.

Julius slowed their pace without quite meaning to.

Serena noticed immediately.

"We’re close, aren’t we?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied. "Very close."

The land ahead rose gently, not into hills, but into something far more imposing—an unnatural rise that cut across the horizon with geometric certainty.

At first, it looked like a pale cliff face, its surface too smooth, too uniform to be natural stone.

Then the morning haze thinned.

And Serena saw it.

Her breath caught audibly.

"Oh."

That single word was all she managed at first.

The Wall dominated the landscape.

It was not merely large—it was absolute.

A continuous band of white stone stretched from east to west as far as the eye could see, following the contours of the land with impossible precision.

It rose fifty feet high, sheer and immaculate, its surface polished smooth yet reinforced by subtle ridges and buttresses that spoke to both beauty and function.

Sunlight struck it and scattered, turning the wall into a glowing boundary between worlds.

At regular intervals, massive watchtowers rose above the parapet, each crowned with banners bearing the sigil of the Romanus Empire.

The towers were alive with movement—figures walking patrol routes, signal flags hanging ready, ballista housings visible behind crenellations.

And then there were the gates.

Grand did not begin to describe them.

Each gatehouse was a fortress in its own right: layered doors of reinforced steel and stone, flanked by statues of imperial eagles with wings half-spread, as if ready to take flight at the first sign of threat.

Roads led to them like arteries, however from the moment of the walls creation these gates had never once been opened, preventing the transmission of people into or out of the competing empires.

Serena slowly slid from her saddle.

She stood there, staring, one hand unconsciously pressed to her chest.

"This..." she whispered, "...this is what they call The Wall?"

Julius dismounted beside her, boots crunching softly against gravel.

"Yes."

There was no flourish in his voice.

No pride, exactly.

Just fact.

"I thought it was a legend," she said. "Something exaggerated by border towns to make themselves feel safer."

Julius chuckled under his breath. "I wish it were exaggerated. The maintenance costs alone are obscene."

Of course this was a lie, the walls had a cost from his treasury yes, however their maintenance costs were considerably reduced than if the walls were a construction undertaken by the empire normally.

That earned him a look.

"You built this," Serena said slowly. "Across the entire border?"

"Across the entire border with Visigoth," he corrected. "Mountains, plains, rivers—it adapts to all of it."

She turned to him, eyes wide. "How long did it take?"

Julius hesitated.

"...Three days."

Serena blinked.

Once.

Twice.

"Three," she repeated faintly.

"Yes."

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, clearly abandoning whatever question she’d intended to ask.

Instead, she looked back at the wall, her expression shifting from disbelief to something quieter.

Awe.

She was well aware of his system, and the godly powers it possesses.

Leading her to the point of being left in a state of disbeleif, that such a grand wall as this, was created in only three days...

And not just that, but three seperate days, for the the three different times the wall was constructed.

The first for the Lunan/Visigoth Border, the second the extension across Parthia, and the final the newest wall across Francia’s eastern borders.

"It’s beautiful," she said.

That, more than anything, made Julius smile.

They approached the wall at a measured pace, following the road toward one of the gates.

As they drew closer, details emerged—etched patterns in the stone, making up the expansive mass that was the wall itself.

Channels ran along the parapets to divert rainwater, feeding into cisterns hidden within the structure itself.

This wasn’t just a barrier.

It was a city stretched thin and tall.

A horn sounded as they neared the gate, not alarmed, but formal.

The gates did not open.

Instead, a voice called down from above. "State your business."

"Vacation," Julius called back easily.

There was a pause.

Then laughter—from more than one throat.

The gate captain leaned over the parapet, squinting down at them. "That’s a new one."

Julius tilted his head just enough for the light to catch his face.

Recognition struck like lightning.

The captain snapped to attention so fast Serena thought he might topple over the edge.

"—My Emperor!"

Julius winced. "Quietly," he said. "Please."

Even with his identity exposed the gate itself did not open instead, a hidden door within the wall itself did, allowing not only man but beast as well to enter the interior of the wall, where a simple hand-crank elevator ascended, about a third of the way up the walls interior opened to an expansive space where a small number of horses were being held, provided with hay, and water along with sunlight being fed in through slits on the outer wall facing the south.

It was like a pasture had been raised up from the ground and suspended in the middle of a wall.

The three horses who’d served as their mounts all this time happily joined their comrades as the humans remained on the elevator and continued to ascend.

When they reached the 2/3 mark another area opened and this looked more like one would assume a dwarven city might look, simple houses created out of the stone of the walls themselves, forming the effective barracks and armory for the entire wall itself while also hiding it from the enemy.

Lastly the elevators ascention ceased upon reaching the top of the wall, where a new sight greated the pair.

Atop the white wall, stretched the lush green lands to the south, and north, mirroring one another with the wall being the center that caused the great divide.

Looking North, Julius couldnt help but scowl.

There hundreds of kilometers away lay his former home, and even further still his greatest enemy in this life.

He couldnt help but chuckle at the futility of it all. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

this wall was a symbol to his people of their emperors protection against the Visigoth’s but in reality, if the Visigothic emperor were to enter the field of battle himself, this grand wall would be torn down like it was merely a papermache construction.

The emperors might was ingrained in Julius’s mind after all.

He had faced the man countless times in his playthroughs of the game afterall.

And even then beyond the Emperor, the players characters strength was capable of surpassing even that.

As the aura skill names listed themselves one after another in his mind of his final play through as his forces pulled down the Gothic capital walls as if they were knocking over a sandcastle.