The violent wind suddenly stopped, and all the sulfur and fire raining from the sky froze in an instant.

The long sword in the angel’s hand shone with an incomparably dazzling light, and a brilliant whiteness appeared in hell where dark red and black were the main colors.

The ancient hymns spread and rippled in circles with Saint Val in the center, solemn and majestic, as if a legion of angels crossed the boundary between the Kingdom of God and the human world, and descended on this hell of death. They stood behind Saint Val, adhering to the supreme will and sending down the prophesied judgment.

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The Devil withdrew, the bone scepter in one hand as he stood in the air, looking up at the brighter and brighter light.

He didn’t try to interrupt whatever Saint Val was doing, because “Judgment” was something he couldn’t interrupt.

The power of judgment did not come from Saint Val himself. It was the imprint left by God in the angel. It was also the reason why angels were angels, it was the source of their power. It was exactly because of this imprint that they possessed power that was above all mortals.

Hell was not within the boundaries prohibited by the “Code”, and all mysterious forces here would not be suppressed in any way.

And the failure a thousand years ago had let Saint Val know what kind of enemy he was facing.

All probing and attacks were futile. If he didn’t want to die completely, he had to use his most domitable power directly from the beginning.

The aura of God appeared in hell, like a light suddenly lit in the thick darkness, so dazzling and so clear. In other places in hell, one after another of the ancient lords were being constantly awakened. In the darkness and the wild, they whispered to themselves with some shock, “Which lunatic brought the angel here?”.

The swamp was rolling, the black sea was turbulent, the abyss was eagerly awaiting…..the hell that had been dead silent for thousands of years had begun to awaken and move.

The lunatic who led the angel to hell was facing God’s verdict.

Countless black butterflies surged behind the Devil, forming a sea-like black cloud again. The sounds of countless black butterflies fluttering together formed a melody that was harsh and cold in contrast to the angel’s holy hymn. The clouds of black butterflies meandered down from the sky, forming a road connecting the mid-air and the ground.

At this moment, this space presented a kind of terrifying chaos.

Distortions appeared in the space, and the sulfur raindrops in the sky disappeared immediately after falling into those spacial cracks.

Two laws were dueling.

The laws of the Kingdom of God and the laws of hell.

“Judgment” itself was equivalent to law.

The adjudicator held the laws and was their master, making a judgment based on the measurement of the laws. When the angel mobilized the seal of God, He began to tamper with the laws of hell.

He used the power of God to introduce the laws of the Kingdom of God into hell, thereby denying the meaning of existence of this piece of hell.

With the angel at the center, an invisible heavy pressure shrouded down from the sky, cracks began to appear in the scorched black rock on the ground, and red gold magma continuously splashed out of it. The jagged mountain walls began to disintegrate, and large boulders fell in various places.

This piece of hell was judged “should not exist”, and the angel was the one who would bring its apocalypse.

In the rumbling sound, the nightmare carriage passed through the spewing magma, and the skulls on the four wheels of the carriage spewed countless large and small bones from their mouths amidst the sound of colliding bones.

The bones that spilled out like a fountain from the skull’s mouth were reorganized one by one, forming four bone shields suspended around the carriage. The magma ejected from the ground and the boulders falling from above were firmly blocked by the four shields. The crow that was perched on the roof of the carriage flapped its wings and screamed nervously, its voice being drowned out in the sound of the earth-shattering waves.

The nightmare carriage arrived at the black butterfly road extending down from midair.

The King had awakened.

The King jumped out of the carriage and landed steadily on the long road formed by black butterflies. The moment the King stepped forward, the stream-like black butterfly road quickly retracted, bringing the King to the Devil.

The Devil handed the white bone scepter to the King, and opened the black umbrella with the long dragon bone sword hidden within.

At this time, the angel in the sky was suspended in mid-air, shrouded in light, like a sun rising in hell.

A group of black butterflies formed a huge throne, and the silver-haired king sat on the throne, facing the suspended angel a distance away. He was holding the bone scepter, and the hand with the “greed and ill-gotten wealth” ring of authority rested on the top of the scepter. He was clearly just a mortal, but the King was so majestic at this moment that he seemed to hold the authority over the entire whole world.

——It was as if he was the ruler of the whole world.

The strong wind blew the King’s silver hair fiercely, and the angel’s figure was reflected in his icy blue pupils.

In his pupils, even the angel had become small and insignificant.

“This place shall follow the old order.”

The King commanded indifferently, without a trace of emotion.

The icy cold command resounded throughout heaven and earth, like an ancient bronze bell being rung, the sound shaking the entire century.

On the black ground, magma flowed backwards, and the cracks closed again. The space was originally like a piece of crumpled paper, with countless twisted wrinkles, but now a pair of invisible hands brushed over, smoothing those wrinkles one by one. Mountains no longer disintegrated.

In this piece of hell, the distorted and chaotic order due to the angel’s “judgment” was rebuilt at the sound of the King’s voice.

“Resurrect.”

After the first order was given, the King felt as if his strength was completely taken away in an instant, and a sharp headache occurred almost instantly. Gritting his teeth, he issued the second order.

This section of the still river of undead suddenly boiled, and one after another, the pale undead all raised their heads and uttered ear-piercing wails. All the corpses hanging on those jagged ridges raised their hands to pluck themselves off the ropes, and black wings stretched out from behind their backs. Cracks began to appear on the wall of hundreds of insects where countless bones were buried, those fossilized bones struggling to crawl outwards.

Hell had been dead for a long time.

But under the King’s order, hell began to revive.

However, at this moment of “resurrection” in hell, the long sword held tightly by the angel’s hands finally cut downwards. The sword light was like a surging river, everything it passed was ignited. Brilliant golden flames were left in the air, and in those flames were countless images of angels in armor.

This was a sword, but also an army.

God was the Lord of Armies. When Saint Val was still in the human world, he was His beloved one. When Saint Val was about to fall for the second time, He crossed the Kingdom of God with the help of the imprint in Saint Val’s angelic holy spirit and passed the borders of hell, descending an army.

The judgment of “Apocalypse” had come.

A torrent of flames swept from the sky, and the King’s pupils reflected thousands of swords contained in those red gold flames. God punishes heaven and earth…..the apostles of the Holy Court claimed that “God judges the world, and if it is unclean and false, it will be cleansed with fire and blood.”

So this was the sword of God?

“Yes, this is it.”

The Devil whispered. He stood beside the King, and he seemed to guess what the King was thinking. Holding the umbrella, the Devil had a rare expression on his face, and he glanced sideways at the King. While this god’s fire was about to burn the world, he bowed slightly in his usual manner.

“And I am your sword. Your Majesty.”

The crow named “Mela” that had been circling around the King uttered a loud cry, which was like the warhorn of a human army.

Behind the King, corpses with black wings and white bones crawling out of the wall of hundreds of insects soared into the sky. There were tens of thousands of them, like rolling dunes of sand and vast stretches of sea. They were like the Devil, serving the same person again after many years. They were the King’s army. And commanding this army was the Devil who stepped out first, and at this moment a faint afterglow flit across his black suit.

The Devil flew into the sky like a goshawk, and behind him was the torrent of hell.

They directly met the blow of the angel head on, and the two torrents collided in mid-air. The sound of the moment of collision was like countless thunderclaps sounding at the same time.

The two torrents collided, and the shadow of the angel and the corpses and bones fought in the flames and black mist. The Devil leaped from the stalemate in the front, the dragon bone sword in his hand tilted downwards. He split all the obstacles along the way, his eyes locking on the armored Saint Val.

Thick black mist rolled over the Devil’s body, and as he approached the angel, the black mist around him was continuously weakened by the bright holy light.

The Devil didn’t care, he used himself as a sharp knife, preparing for the final fatal blow. The person holding the knife only needed to care about whether it would hit the target in the end, not what kind of danger the knife itself faced. The Devil was indeed willing to be a knife and a sword, but there had always been only one person who could wield this knife and sword.

That person sat on the throne.

In hell, regarded as the abyss of evil and the nest of sin, black butterflies hovered around the King like thousands of worshippers. And his army was currently fighting at his will.

The King looked up.

He watched the flaming bones rain down, the corpses disappearing with the shadow of the angel, and the Devil meeting swords with Saint Val.

The world suddenly fell silent.

The Devil whose black suit was now full of rips nailed the dragon sword into the chest of Saint Val whose armor was broken. He drew out the long sword, fire and light burst out of Saint Val’s body, and the mirage of a legion of angels dissipated one by one. The armor on Saint Val’s body split and fell off, and His face began to change.

The face of the angel was disappearing, and what emerged in its place was a mortal, a not so perfect, handsome face.

That was Warwick Blyth.

The pupils of the young white-robed priest reflected the dark red sky and the golden flames that had not yet dissipated. His vision gradually faded, and the wings on his back were also disappearing. He would fall down, but he remained looking up to the sky.

“It turned out…..to be like this.”

He murmured to himself, as if he finally got an answer. The next moment his body shattered into thousands of specks of light, like a container that finally couldn’t endure the pressure anymore.

On the tip of the Devil’s sword, a drop of golden blood slowly slid down.

The drop of blood fell downwards and onto the scorched land.

The King heard the sound of the blood dripping.

Drip.

The sound of an angel’s blood dripping turned out to be the same as the sound of a mortal’s blood dripping.

………………

Bressi, St. Val’s Cathedral.

A white-haired archbishop stood silently before a statue of an angel.

He raised his head and looked at the holy St. Val, with tears rolling down his wrinkled face.

“Anil…..you are right.”

The old archbishop burst into tears.

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In this world, who could be selfless? Who could restrain their love and helplessness? Warwick Blyth…..was his nephew! He was the last flesh and blood of his only brother left in this world. That pious child didn’t know until his death that his mentor was actually his only relative in the world.

“Mister Bishop.”

With a deep voice, the envoy sent by Ferri III stood behind him.

“Now, are you willing to join us?”

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The sword in the white-robed angel’s hand was made of silver, with a long golden thread in the middle, and densely engraved holy runes forged during the forging faintly distributed on the sword body. When the sword was awakened by the white-robed priest, those holy runes erupted with radiant brilliance, as if there were ancient hymns in the air being chanted by a whole choir, and the solemn and grand majesty filled the entire space, driving away all the dirty and unclean.

As a Blessed One, this was not the first time that the white-robed priest had dealt with dark creatures, but it was definitely the most dangerous.

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When the Devil, lurking in the shadows behind the King, looked up at him, he felt a chill that he hadn’t felt in a long time——he had rarely felt this way since he resonated with the angel.

Don’t touch other people’s treasures…..

When the Devil whispered these words softly, what the white-robed priest felt was endless viscous malice pressing down from all sides. What kind of existence could make him feel more pressure just from malicious intent?

No wonder when his mentor mentioned the ancient devils, he always used the most serious demeanor. They were indeed all the disasters in the world embodied——and those who danced with them were only the fallen!

The white-robed priest didn’t hesitate anymore. After he grasped the long silver sword, he thrust it down heavily, and the long sword sank into the table. The silver light flashed across like lightning, heading towards the King——he could see that just as he could briefly incarnate as an angel, the devil in front of him could stay in the human world because there was some kind of contract between him and the King. As long as the King, the other half of the contract was killed, the devil would be banished back to hell.

The Devil leaned over the back of the chair and hugged the King, and then with the King he instantly flew a long distance back.

The lightning-like silver light stopped very close to the King, and the Devil’s dark pupils reflected the trails of silver light, forcibly stopping it in mid-air.

“Banish!”

The dispassionate voice echoed in the main tent, which had become a battlefield.

The map with many marks was floating in the air, but it was not completely burned by the flames just now. On the paper, all the patterns of crossed swords used as marks showed a dark red as if burnt by fire. At this time, those crossed swords flew up from the map one after another, circling and howling towards the white-robed priest at the other end of the long table. When those swords came towards him, the white-robed priest heard indistinct cries.

It was countless overlapping cries.

Men and women, the elderly and children…..It was like all the innocent people who died because of manmade disasters gathered together to let out mournful cries, with so much unwillingness and so much anger wrapped in their voices. At that moment, the white-robed priest saw battlefields unfold one after another. The battlefields were covered with scorched earth, bones and corpses, and the words of the King rang in his ears——that was their sin, they were bringing slaughter to those devout believers.

His mind being shaken only appeared for a short moment, the flames in the eyes of the white-robed priest jumped silently once, and he soon came back to his senses.

The moment he came back to his senses, he held the long silver sword across his chest and stepped back at the same time.

A tooth-stinging collision sounded.

The long silver sword in the hands of the white-robed priest collided with the dragon bone sword in the hands of the Devil.

When the white-robed priest was bewitched by the illusion of the crossed swords on the cloth of the world, the Devil drew back and attacked. At the same time, the holy flames on the ground swirled towards the King, but they were blocked——a group of black slender butterflies hovered beside the King, and when those butterflies flew up, they formed an insurmountable barrier. They were constantly burned to death by the holy fire, but new black butterflies kept flying out of the bone ring worn on the King’s finger.

It seemed to be a magnificent show of light and shadow.

The entire main tent became a stage, the swords in the hands of the Devil and the priest kept colliding, sparks bursting out. In the extremely bright holy flame, countless black butterflies danced gracefully, the light and darkness of the world currently in a duel together, and the human king sat silently in the middle of the light and darkness.

The white-robed priest jumped lightly back, and the long robe on his body was blown away by the strong air current, as if wings were unfolding behind him.

And indeed there was a pair of dazzling wings emerging behind the white-robed priest——the shadow of an angel once again appeared on the white-robed priest, and the gender-neutral feeling of his features became more and more intense, and his pupils became more and more clear, reflecting the whole world as clearly as a mirror.

The sword in the white-robed priest’s hand melted down little by little, turning into dazzling light and melting into his body.

The Holy Spirit revived in his body bit by bit.

The moment the wings emerged, the King, who was watching the battle, raised his hand, and the bone ring tightly worn on his finger became extremely hot at this moment. Thick black mist surged out in an instant, and the formations on the ground disappeared completely, leaving only the black fiendish flames that ignited out of thin air. A gate of hell rose slowly, and the vortex inside began slowly swirling.

——The magic circle on the ground was also just a disguise!

What the King and the Devil really wanted to do was bring the battlefield into hell!

Only in hell could an angel truly die, and would never be able again to recover and return to the Kingdom of God.

The white-robed priest was at a particular crucial juncture where the angel was waking up within him. He was aware of this, but he was powerless. The black fiendish fire surged up, and the Devil whipped around in mid-air, forcing him to retreat with the dragon bone sword. And at the moment he retreated, the black fire engulfed him, and the vortex burst out with a dark red light. In an instant, there was nothing left in the main tent.

The King, the Devil, and the white-robed priest all disappeared from the main tent.

………………

Hell.

The Devil carried the sleeping King in his arms. Different from the first time he took the King’s soul into hell, this time the King entered hell physically. Although he was protected by the bone ring of authority worn on the King’s finger, the chasm between mortals and hell and the pressure of crossing the gate of hell put the King into a deep sleep.

If the King were awake, he would find that the sky in hell was darker than when he was last here.

Large swaths of sulfurous fire rained down from the sky, and something terrifying was brewing in the blood-colored sky. The long river of dead souls on the ground was flowing faster than before, and the fierce wind above the wild land began to blow chillingly.

At this time, hell also welcomed an incongruous visitor.

The white-robed priest had completely transformed into an angel.

The snow-white wings spread out in mid-air, and the rain of sulfur and fire dripping from the sky disappeared completely the moment it approached the angel. The angel opened His eyes, and He faced the Devil at a distance away.

The Devil whistled.

The long waiting nightmare carriage rose from the lake of fire and brimstone closest to him, and quickly rolled over to the Devil. The four skulls on the carriage rattled their teeth up and down. The Devil placed the sleeping King in the carriage, and a crow circled from not far away and landed on the carriage.

The angel looked down at the Devil without any movement.

“How truly delightful.”

The corners of the Devil’s lips curled up, revealing a mask-like smile. The dragon bone sword in his hand disappeared at some point, replaced by a white bone scepter. He held the top of the scepter, and the sharp point of the scepter tapped on the scorched ground, the wind billowed at his black suit.

“The first drop of blood is from an old friend.”

Saint Val.

On that night a thousand years ago, Saint Val was pierced through the chest by a white bone scepter, and was crucified on the earth, His blood staining the silver holy emblem. And today, a thousand years later, the first angel to be dragged down to hell was Saint Val, who was summoned back to the Kingdom of God to be resurrected and became an angel.

See, sometimes fate was such a tricky thing.

The angel looked indifferently at the smiling Devil.

He spread His wings and flapped them lightly.

The next moment, he directly swept towards the Devil.

The Devil greeted him joyfully holding the bone scepter, and the tail of his suit jacket trailed into a faint mist. The scene thousands of years ago seemed to be replaying again, but this time the fight would become more thorough, more…..deadly.

Black butterflies hovered around the Devil and turned into dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun, and the angel in the clouds became surrounded by shrill wailing.

All of hell seemed to be cheering.

All of hell seemed to be anticipating.

Anticipating that drop of blood of the Holy Spirit to fall.

The clouds formed by the black butterflies danced like an evil dragon. On the head of the evil dragon, was the Devil holding the authority to decide death.

“So it’s you…..”

The angel finally uttered His first words, and a gleam of light belonging to humanity appeared in his pupils. It was a recalled memory. After a thousand years, the memory of the pure white Saint Val was revived.

“The one that should’ve been destroyed…..”

The angel’s words had yet to complete, when the torrent formed by the black butterfly roared and swept over him. He had to close his wings, and the diamond-like brilliance of the snow-white wings exploded, tearing apart the dark cloud of butterflies. At the moment when the butterflies were torn apart, the Devil darted towards him with the bone scepter in his hand, the tail of his suit jacket snapping furiously due to the rapid airflow, as if the light of thunder and lightning was flickering on his clothes.

“Shh.”

There was a mask-like smile on the Devil’s face, and the scepter was like a sharp sword in his hand, cutting out a twisted arc in midair.

“The time has not yet come.”

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The angel’s words were interrupted, and the first round of collision between the two sides erupted in an instant. The strong wind rolled up in the air, and the rain of sulfur and fire falling from the sky was swept away obliquely in this storm. The angel pulled out his fiery sword, and armor quickly wrapped his body. The scepter in the Devil’s hand hit the armor engraved with ancient runes harshly, making an ear-piercing sound.

The angel raised His sword.

“Judgment.”

He declared sharply.

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As the breeze blew through the curtain, the priest in white robe put the sword back into its sheath. He thought for a moment and then walked in.

On the mirror of his heart, the speck of dust left by the Duke of Buckingham shifted gently. He was walking on a dangerous string, because what should be regarded as “dirty” and “forbidden” to the Blessed One aroused curiosity in him, and original sin was born in the mundane. As early as when his mentor lamented over him, the seed named “curiosity” was planted in his heart.

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During his lonely penance, he would occasionally think of the family surrounded by bones and roses, and the scent of the sinful flowers they bloomed would fill the air. Although it was just a fleeting daydream, the sin still took root in his mirror-like heart. Otherwise, when facing the Duke of Buckingham, he would not have said that as long as he came over their side, he would let them go.

The white-robed priest intuitively felt that if he wanted to sweep away the dust in his heart, then he should accept this invitation.

Several candles were lit in the tent, and the King sat on a high-backed chair. The warm yellow firelight gilded the back of the chair into a blurred and dream-like gold. The King’s silver hair fell to his shoulders, he was shrouded in scarlet robes, contrasting against an overly young face with a complexion as white as snow. The moment he looked up, the white-robed priest thought he saw a dragon waking up.

The dragon slayer…..the dragon…..

As the white-robed priest pondered, he stepped into the King’s main tent.

On the table before the King was a cloth map of the world. The white-robed priest saw that there were different marks on the map. On the territory of the Bressi Kingdom, there were many symbols that looked like swords intersecting.

There was an empty chair opposite the King, and the white-robed priest stood facing the King across the long table. In the eyes of the white-robed priest, the shadow of the holy flame was slowly rising. The silence in the tent was like the moment before a great snow mountain was about to collapse. The flame on the sword at the waist of the white-robed priest had not been extinguished. As long as there was such a moment, the white-robed priest could pull out the sword and kill the King. There seemed to be an invisible airflow hovering between the two people.

After a while, the white-robed priest took a few steps forward and sat down in front of the King.

“I heard that Blessed Ones are the most devout believers, and all their time is devoted to meditation and prayer to the Holy Spirit.” The wind blew outside the tent, and the cold moon in the sky was blocked by the dark clouds drifting over. The King looked at the young priest sitting across from him, “Do you understand the meaning of the marks on this map?”

“The Blessed Ones are people who are destined to dedicate everything to God. If you don’t mind, please enlighten me.” The white shawl of the white-robed priest hung with golden tassels. At this time, the tassels were floating slightly, with a faint golden light.

“This is a slaughterhouse, you people brought it here.” The King pushed the map towards the white-robed priest. “Where every pair of swords meets is a huge battlefield, where at least hundreds of people die every day. Doesn’t the Holy Court exist to save the world? Your universality and salvation is to bring fire and swords to believers? Ferri III, his followers, and their knights are also devout believers.”

The white-robed priest looked down at the map.

Every pair of intersecting swords on the map unfolded and turned into a grinding pan of blood and flesh. The white-robed priest didn’t understand politics, but these days he had seen many maps where rebel generals discuss their battle plans, and he had heard about some of the actions of the Holy Court. Therefore, when he saw this map, the white-robed priest was faintly surprised——the Bressi battlefields marked on King Legrand’s map were extremely accurate.

How did he know the situation of the war on the other side of the Abyss Strait?

“Although Ferri III is a believer, he committed a sin. His Excellency’s decision is only to make him repent.” The white-robed priest bowed slightly, “The establishment of the Kingdom of God will spread the hymns further, we have a reason for doing so.”

“What reason? Interest or ambition?” The King’s eyes were as sharp as a knife, “You are also shaken, aren’t you? Otherwise you would not accept my invitation. If I were a member of the Holy Court sanctuary, I would not let you become a member…..you are too wavering.”

“That’s what my mentor said back then.” The white-robed priest admitted frankly, his eyes are as clear as a child’s, “So I want to ask you a question.”

“Ask.”

“The Duke of Buckingham said that we don’t understand what you all want. He said we don’t understand at all.” The white-robed priest’s eyes held a trace of doubt, “Glory, wealth, power, authority…..The original sin of man originated from greed, whatever you desire, we can give you.”

“By asking this question, it truly means that you really don’t understand.” The King sighed, “The shepherd gave fresh grass to the sheep, and at the same time he used a whip to circle an invisible fence. Although there is everything inside the fence, those things are all fake, and each of them may become a sacrifice on the altar at any time. Therefore, there are always a few sheep who want to charge out of the fence and go to a place under another piece of sky, and even if it is to live on a cliff they do not care.”

“You treat us as shepherds, but walking with hell is definitely not a good choice.” At some point in the tent, a turbulent night wind was blowing, and the priest in white robes stared at the King, “You have rejected the brilliance of the Holy Spirit, but accepted the aid of the power from the darkness. Aren’t you only throwing yourself behind another fence?”

The camp outside the main tent seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. The soldiers seemed to be very tired after a day of marching, and they all fell asleep at this time. The patrolling soldiers seemed to be very far away. The sound of the turbulent water of the Lacey River not far away became very distant, as if the tent had lost contact with the outside and was alone in another independent space.

Under the cover of the dark night, the thick black mist had silently enveloped him.

“For example?”

The King asked with a smile.

“For example, the gentleman behind you.” The white-robed priest bowed slightly, “That is a remarkable existence, do you know what they all represent? A true disaster.”

The moment he bowed, holy flames instantly spread from his clothes and stretched forward along the long tablecloth. The flames swam like snakes, and the map with densely drawn marks on the tabletop suddenly made a crackling sound, bending and undulating in mid-air, and the color of the pairs of sword marks on the map turned darker in the fire. The fire leaped and grew larger with a howl, clearly illuminating the King’s entire spacious main tent.

The light of the holy fire was bright and white, and everything in the light of the fire seemed to be covered with a faint layer of holy light.

In the milky white light, some other things were also particularly dazzling.

A huge and complicated six-pointed formation drawn on the ground of the tent, with two triangles overlapped in an upside-down position. Under the glow of the holy light, these originally very hidden formations were exposed instantly, and Hell and the Holy Court were as incompatible as ice and fire. The complex and difficult magic circle used ancient languages, and those languages themselves carry mysterious and domitable power, but humans could not write such words.

It did not belong to earth.

Rifts of black mist rose from the magic circle, and the mist condensed and lingered, moving across the ground and snapping towards the white-robed priest like lightning.

Facing the black mist coming towards him, the white-robed priest remained motionless, and he only stared straight at the King. The moment the poisonous snake-like black mist approached the white-robed priest, it melted away in the holy light, leaving nothing behind. In contrast, on the long table in front of the King, the holy flame gathered together and turned into a sharp sword, stabbing straight at the King. The sharp sword condensed by the holy fire was invisible and intangible, and it could not be countered by mortals.

The shadow at the high-backed chair behind the King suddenly elongated, like a silhouette.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from behind the King, and when the sword of light was less than half a palm width away from the King’s forehead, those hands grasped the blade of the sword of light. With an audible “snap”, the sword condensed by the holy fire shattered into many light spots, large and small, scattering all over the place.

“Have some manners, sir.”

The Devil hiding in the shadow behind the King raised his head. He stood with his arms around the King as if in an embrace and looked at the white-robed priest opposite with a smile.

“Don’t touch other people’s treasures…..This is basic etiquette.”

“As expected…..”

The white-robed priest muttered to himself.

“One of the oldest devils.”

The runes of sword of fire and light faintly emerged in his pupils, making his pupils present an inhuman and otherworldly beauty.

When he set foot on Legrand, his mentor once gave him a special task:

Someone in Legrand had already fallen into heresy and signed a pact with an ancient devil of hell. He must seal the ancient devil before its power is restored, and cleanse the sinner who had become a bridge between hell and earth.

“…..Every devil in the legendary era symbolizes a type of disaster. The more ancient the devil, the more terrifying the disaster. They hold authority over different sins…..Don’t let their connection with the human world become close, otherwise their power will be able to infiltrate through any miniscule connection…..”

This was what his mentor said when he taught him.

Legrand’s Black Death was controlled and eradicated too bizarrely, the monarch’s touch could not have the ability to solve a city’s plague. The white-robed priest had locked his target on Legrand’s King from the very beginning, he also came prepared.

Before stepping into the King’s main tent, he held the hilt of the holy sword in his hand, and sensed a dark aura that was well hidden in the tent.

At the moment when the sword of light shattered, the formation on the ground burst into flames, and countless black chains shot out, sealing off the space around the white-robed priest.

“The fallen shall be purged.”

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The white-robed priest said sharply, and the sword hanging from his waist automatically unsheathed and floated in front of him. The chains closest to him were broken in an instant, and the white-robed priest reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The King and the Devil used words to delay time and complete the layout of the formation, but he also had the same intention!

He was also stalling for time to awaken the holy sword on his waist.

This sword was a holy object!

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“If I sensed correctly…..” The Devil observed the King’s expression subtly, “The angel staying in Bomari Castle is Saint Val.”

Saint Val.

The King’s pupils dilated slightly.

In the prison of Benz City, the words left by General Ayton before his death told him the name of the white-robed priest, and said, “He is Saint Val”. And the angel who was hiding in Bomari Castle today was also Saint Val.

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“I’ve been told his name is Warwick Blyth, but he is also Saint Val?”

“Ah, this is how they deceive the Code,” explained the Devil.

After the war a thousand years ago ended, the mysterious forces between heaven and the earth began to retreat. All parties in the war signed an ancient contract, and the most terrifying and powerful contract in history became a “Code” that lay across the head of any existence between heaven and earth.

Taking the name of “Code”, it required the world to be orderly, and unable to be disobeyed.

From the moment the Code was born, no matter whether it was the gods or hell, no matter whether it was a creature of the light or a creature of the dark, it must be obeyed, and taboos could not be crossed. That is, since then, the war between angels and hell had evolved into a silent pantomime. The two sides fought in secret, wielding blades, and staging a play that they knew all too well.

The King understood that it was the chaos under this order that gave the Rose family an opportunity.

The more chaotic the situation, the more conducive it was for the weak to use means like grabbing a rope hanging from the sky to strengthen themselves and achieve their goals.

The Rose family presented itself as that subtle meeting point between hell and the gods.

At this point, the Devil’s words began to become vague.

“What is the Holy Court’s method?”

The King didn’t ask any further. The Devil seemed to be very respectful towards the King, but just like if given a chance, he would definitely take the King to hell by any means. He was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface. If he blurred his words, it would definitely be impossible to learn the truth from him.

“Using a proxy.”

The Devil answered.

The answer was within the King’s guesses.

The Pope of the Holy Court regarded himself as the spokesperson of God on earth, and the senior bishops of the Holy Court were also the representative of the will of God on earth. It was precisely because of this that all those who believe in the Holy Lord call themselves “Servants of God”, and the title of the Pope was “Servant of All Servants”.

Although the so-called “Servant of All Servants” and “Servant of God” seem humble, this kind of humility was humility towards the supreme being, which was actually a kind of arrogance itself——the arrogance of extraordinary power in comparison to mortals. In front of all extraordinary powers, everyone on earth was a servant.

In the Holy Court, there were some people who were known as “Holy Blessed Oness”.

It was said that the Holy Court would spend a lot of energy looking for a special baby among the people. After being selected by the Holy Court, babies identified as “blessed by the Holy Spirit” would be taken into the sanctuary by the Holy Court and raised from childhood. They were cultivated to be the most faithful apostles. After memorizing the holy books, the Blessed Oness would be guided to make contact with the holy objects. These people possessed an honorable and noble status in the Holy Court, but generally they did not participate in the various affairs of the Holy Court.

In the Devil’s words, compared with those adjudicators, these Blessed Oness were the real swords of the Holy Court.

Every Blessed Ones would choose an angel, and through day and night prayers and devout faith as a medium, the Holy Court would plant the angel’s holy spiritual power into their bodies. The moment these Blessed Oness summoned the angels and turned themselves into a part of the Holy Spirit, they were the angels’ representatives on earth.

In the battle that took the Duke of Buckingham’s life, it was this kind of character of the Holy Court who participated in the battle.

The one named “Warwick Blyth” was a Blessed Ones, he let the power of the angel come to him at the cost of the power of the holy object. With the human shell as a body, it hoodwinked the prohibition of the Code.

This method was somewhat similar to the Devil asking the King to open the gate of hell. It also used the mortal body to deceive the Code.

“One question.”

The King thoughtfully fingered the fine texture on the bone ring, and spoke in a low voice. The texture of the bone ring was very strange. When worn on the hand, he could feel a little warmth, but when he touched it, it gave off a cold feeling.

“How much do you know about Saint Val?”

When the King said these words, he lowered his eyes to cover up the hidden emotions in his eyes, and his voice was so calm that it seemed that there was no difference from usual. However, the Devil keenly grasped that when the words “Saint Val” was uttered, the killing intent contained in the King’s calm words were as sharp as a cold knife.

The killing intent as thin and sharp as a cold knife was suppressed in the bottom of his heart by the King, and day and night it was grinded sharper by hatred.

So like he said, his King was born to belong to hell.

The Devil smiled slightly: “Oh, Him…..He was the first angel to fall in that war.”

An angel who died under a scepter of bones.

“It’s not difficult to kill the host of an angel.” The Devil had no intention of explaining more, and he turned the topic over to the specific actions tonight, “But to make that one fall again, you need something else…..en, this is up to you.”

“Explain.”

“Would you deign to be the bait? My dear majesty.”

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Bomari Castle, high tower.

On the top floor of the tower, a white-robed priest knelt before a huge silver cross, his head slightly lowered. Compared with the first time he appeared on the land of Legrand, the white-robed priest’s face had undergone some changes at this time. It now possessed both male and female beauty, and there was a sense of gender ambiguity.

This was the impact of being the angel’s proxy that time.

After the daily prayers, the white-robed priest stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.

A faint platinum flame remained in his eyes, and the image in the mirror was becoming closer and closer to the angel he worshiped.

The white-robed priest lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were clean. But the white-robed priest felt as if there was always a coppery scent of blood lingering on his hands. The education he received as a Blessed Ones over the past twenty years made him know that he should maintain a “mirror heart” and not leave any traces of the secular world.

However, he was somewhat unable to do so.

These days, he would always think of that scarlet cavalry rushing towards the fire, and the proud descendant of the dragon slayer.

Compared with him who turned into the incarnation of the angel, the Duke of Buckingham and his knights were as insignificant as ants, but at that moment, the white-robed priest felt that there seemed to be another compelling and moving power hidden in them…..what kind of power was that? Why did that power make him, who had turned into an angel, feel fear intuitively?

During the meditation after that battle, the white-robed priest found that he could not integrate himself with the Holy Spirit as usual, his heart was no longer l dust-free.

His mentor once lamented that although he had outstanding talent, it was difficult for him to truly approach the angels.

The Blessed Oness generally only had a first name and no surname, but he had his own surname. Unlike the other Blessed Oness, he was not inducted into the sanctuary at birth. He was discovered by his mentor when he was giving alms on the holy festival.

He had already forgotten the memories before the age of five.

His memories ended at the moment when his mentor took his hand and walked into the sacred nave, the glorious divine light fell from the rose windows, and the mosaics of angel looked down on him from the dome. If he attempted to recall any earlier, only a foggy gray remained.

Maybe it was because his soul was not as pure as other people’s from the beginning, that was why dust was left on the mirror now.

“Please guide me, teacher.”

The white-robed priest muttered to himself.

Today, in the tallest tower of Bomari Castle, he clearly saw the King surrounded by his knights——he was much younger than he imagined. But the King’s silver hair and icy blue eyes were exactly the same as the Duke of Buckingham.

The dragon slayer…..

He remembered what his mentor said when he mentioned the Rose family:

“…..They are dragon slayers and conspirators, sacrificial, brave, insidious, treacherous, ruthless…..It is truly hard to understand how these human characteristics are concentrated in one…..”

He couldn’t understand, how could good qualities merge with the dirty ones at the same time?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, the white-robed priest began to prepare for tonight’s cleansing operation.

Unlike reversing the entire battle situation, tonight’s action did not require the angel to descend directly.

The first divine descent had already given him a part of the divine power that belonged to “Saint Val”, and he could complete the cleansing operation by himself this time.

Everything was ready.

The white-robed priest stepped down from the tower.

As soon as he left the high tower, the cold wind blew in, blowing his white robe out like snowy wings. He passed by the soldiers patrolling the night. His white robe should have been very conspicuous in the dark night, but the soldiers didn’t seem to see him at all.

The drawbridge of the outer fortifications of Bomari Castle had been destroyed, but that did not deter him, he soon walked over the surface of the swift water and stepped onto the bank of the river where Legrand’s army was stationed.

When looking into the distance during the day, the white-robed priest marked the position of the King by virtue of the senses left by the baptism of the Holy Law. Now that the night was covering the earth, he directly followed that subtle sense to move forward.

Legrand’s barracks was patrolled very tightly, but none of the patrolling soldiers noticed a mysterious man in a white robe passing by unhurriedly.

The King’s main tent appeared before his eyes.

The white-robed priest stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and a faint holy flame began to burn in his hand.

As long as he drew his sword, Legrand’s King would fall here, and the war would end. But the white-robed priest did not move.

Not out of hesitation or kindness.

But because he noticed that the King was not asleep, he sat upright behind the tent facing him, watching him through the heavy curtain.

——King Legrand was waiting for him?

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A trace of doubt flashed by, and the white-robed priest was a little surprised.

After hesitating for a while, considering the special attention the Holy Court had always attached to the Rose family, the white-robed priest did not take any direct action.

“Aren’t you going to come in for a chat? The envoy of the Holy Court who came from afar.”

A calm voice came from the tent.

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The King led his army forward, heading straight for Bomari Castle.

Not far from the main branch of the Lacey River, the barrier of Bomari Castle, the army chose a suitable location to station under the King’s order.

There was moderate snow falling from the sky, and under the guard of a small group of elite knights, the King climbed to a nearby highland. This was the best place to observe, but it was actually a huge rock lying on the ground, with no shelter on it, and the rebels on the opposite side could also clearly see the people standing on the high ground.

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The cavalrymen held their shields vigilantly and guarded the King.

Holding a black umbrella, the King looked off into the distance at the stretch of fortresses standing across the Lacey River.

The two black stone fortresses were like silent giants, standing on the isolated island in the center of the river and the inclined side tributary respectively. The Lacey River flowed very fast here with cold fog floating on the water surface. Ordinary rafts were easily overturned by the rapid current. There were also large and small rugged black stones as natural obstacles in the water. If one wanted to cross the river, one could only take the bridge over the water.

But the rebels was one step ahead, destroying the bridge connecting the left bank and the island before the King’s army arrived. In addition, they also nailed dense wooden stakes in the water to form a fence to cut off traffic.

Behind these outlying fortifications was the magnificent Bomari Castle.

Under the gray sky, the King looked thoughtfully at the opposite black stone castle.

The dark rock was extremely hard, and the entire castle had countless pointed towers, giving people a sharp and intimidating feeling. Buildings of this style were rare, but the King got a familiar feeling…..He seemed to have seen similar buildings somewhere, even bigger and more spectacular.

After a little thought, the King remembered.

——It was in Hell.

That time, when he accepted the Devil’s invitation to visit Hell, the King saw a dark castle on a barren land, with huge pale snake bones winding around it, and countless spires blending with the mountain peaks, leaving a memorable shadow on the dark red sky.

Bomari Castle was like a fragmentary miniature of the castle in Hell, except that there were no snake bones hovering over it.

The Rose Palace was built on the foundation of dragon bones, similar to the style of the lord of “greed and ill-gotten wealth”‘s palace. The dark and pointed towers of Bomari Castle, which belonged to the Rose family, were very similar to the castles in the barren land of Hell…..The King once again had some more guesses about the relationship between the Rose family and Hell.

While the King was observing the distribution of the towers of Bomari Castle, the knights around him took a step forward holding their shields.

The giant iron shield was as tall as a grown man, and it was divided into two halves and controlled by two knights. When it was heavily inserted into the ground, it immediately formed an airtight low steel wall. The moment when the iron shields were connected together, there was a mournful howl of arrows flying through the air.

Clang, clang, clang.

Three iron arrows flew out from the archery hole of the black tower fortress in the center of the opposite river. The archer was definitely a skilled one, even from a long distance, the three iron arrows managed to hit the thick iron shields directly. The arrowheads collided with the relief on the shield, causing dark red sparks to dance.

The other knights immediately raised their shields and moved forward to pick up the three iron arrows from the ground and handed them to the King.

The King took the arrows and held it before his eyes.

The arrowhead was made of cold forged steel, with a triangular blood groove on it. The technical level of the northern states was definitely not of this level. These were weapons produced in the lowland countries, and the three arrows shot from the opposite side were actually a signal of deterrence——the defenders in the tower of the blackstone fortress were giving them a warning.

The King stretched out his hand, and the guards next to him offered him a longbow.

“Out of the way.”

The King put the arrows shot from the opposite side on the bowstring, and the hand with the rose ring pulled the string of the hard bow to the max.

The knights holding the huge shields were the Iron Rose Cavalry who had followed him in the Battle of Benz City. Hearing the King’s order, they parted to the left and right without hesitation to make room for the King.

The instant the giant shield withdrew from view, the King let go.

The iron arrows pierced through the air at a faster speed than when it came, and the blood groove on the arrowhead cut throught he air, making a long, extremely shrill howling sound.

In the center of the Lacey River, in the blackstone fortress on the isolated island.

When the archer at the top of the tower saw that the three arrows he had shot with all his strength landed on the tower-like shield, he put away his bow and shook his head at the officer standing beside him, expressing that the other party was well prepared.

The external military defense of Bomari Castle was under the charge of Balboa State. The representative of Balboa State stationed here was General Aldo, nicknamed “Vulture”. He had a conspicuous hook nose, gray eyes, and gray hair. General Vulture was on the tower of the fortress in the center of the Lacey River at this time. He squinted his eyes and looked at the broken rock on the other side of the river.

It was naturally the best result if the archers shot arrows and killed the King of Legrand.

General Vulture also knew that the possibility of such an outcome was very small, and he was not disappointed. The more important purpose was to give the enemy a warning.

“As tough as his uncle.”

General Vulture muttered to himself, looking into the distance from the archery hole.

At this moment, he saw the giant shield on the opposite broken rock suddenly parting.

Before General Vulture could react, the sharp howling of arrows sounded in his ears.

“Not good.”

He was about to draw the sword at his waist immediately.

But a cold light passed in front of General Vulture, and the strong wind cut a thin gash in his cheek, which stung painfully. Immediately, General Vulture heard a muffled sound coming from beside him. When he turned his head, a chill ran up his spine and passed over his skull——an iron arrow had sunk into the head of the archer beside him.

The archer’s eyes widened, and he fell straight back and heavily on the ground.

General Vulture took a step back, backing away from the archery hole, staring at the iron arrow on the head of the corpse. He could not mistake it, it was the arrow shot by the archer just now. The other calculated his location from the direction of the three arrows shot by the archer, so he returned the arrows of the archer and took his life while at it.

When did Legrand’s longbowmen become so terrifying?

Before General Vulture could think about it, there were two more terrifying sounds of shrieking arrows.

The remaining two arrows were accurately shot through the archery holes, and under the eyes of General Vulture, they were nailed to the tower wall in front of the oblique front. Even after a long time the tail of the arrow was still vibrating from the force.

As for who shot the arrows, General Vulture had a vague guess in his mind——

It was said that in the Battle of Benz City, the King of Legrand shot and killed the rebel noble who was trying to escape with terrifying archery prowess, completely destroying the entire enemy army.

General Vulture pressed himself firmly to the wall of the tower. While he was staring at the two arrows and making guesses, he suddenly noticed something peculiar about the two arrows nailed to the wall. One of the arrow shafts was tied with a piece of scarlet fine silk. Faint writing could be made out——it was a letter.

General Vulture reached out and picked up a shield from the side to protect himself and then approached the arrow carefully. He then pulled the arrow from the tower wall with all his strength. During this process, the other did not shoot any more arrows.

The general unwrapped the letter and saw the signature on the letter at first glance.

This was a letter written by King Legrand himself.

General Vulture’s heart jumped slightly, and he didn’t even manage to read what was written in the letter, hurriedly looking out from the archery hole again. On the far side of the broken rock, the King had already left with his black umbrella while surrounded by his knights.

The letter in his hand felt like a hot sword, and General Vulture’s expression shifted several times.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head and opened the letter.

………………

“That guy saw you.”

The Devil walked beside the King, smiling slightly as he said this to the King.

He walked beside the King, but none of the surrounding knights noticed his presence. The fear of sunlight that dark creatures had did not exist in him.

The King nodded slightly.

There was another most important purpose for the King to climb the broken rock today——

Help the Devil confirm whether the inhuman power of the Holy Court really existed in the castle.

The defense of the rebels was too calm, which made the King suspicious.

If he captured Bomari Castle, then the pacification of the Northland could be regarded as certain. Such a result was obviously not what the Holy Court wanted to see——they would definitely not want Legrand to withdraw from civil strife that soon. Since the war angel was able to appear on the battlefield and kill the Duke of Buckingham after paying a huge price to hoodwink the Code, then…..

When the battle was about to end in defeat, the Holy Court would likely also intervene again.

The Devil returned from Bressi and provided the King with a lot of useful information.

Although the Code was about to be lifted, the time for the Millennium Kingdom had not yet come. It was impossible for even the Holy Court to interfere once again in the entire battle situation like they did by killing the Duke of Buckingham last time in a short period of time. Therefore, it was very likely that they would resort to assassination this time.

So long as the King died, the Northland counter-insurgency movement would be destroyed.

In the words of the Devil, Hell and the Holy Court have been fighting tit for tat for so many years, and he had a way to detect whether there were angels hiding in Bomari Castle.

In the King’s hand, in addition to the ring of the Rose family, he also wore the bone ring that symbolized the authority of “greed and ill-gotten wealth”. The black umbrella in his hand hid the dragon bone rapier that the Devil often used. And the Devil stood beside the King, hidden in the shadow cast by the black umbrella.

The Devil’s black umbrella had a special concealment ability. When he opened the black umbrella, he could walk into any church other than the sanctuary of the Holy Court. Even the priests of the tribunal could hardly detect him.

However, if the other was an angel, it was likely that they would be more sensitive than a priest, so the King wearing the bone ring opened the black umbrella in his stead.

Entering the main tent, the King closed the black umbrella and returned it to the Devil.

The Devil shrugged. He rather hoped the King wouldn’t give him back the umbrella…..It was a pity that His Majesty was so perceptive.

“When do you think they will move?”

The Devil asked with a smile.

The King looked up and outside the tent, and replied calmly, “Tonight.”

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The Devil clapped his hands cheerfully: “I’m happy to be of the same opinion, then…..let us prepare for this hunt, my dear majesty.”

There was a bit of coldness and bloodthirstiness in the Devil’s smile. That careless devil may care attitude was just a disguise he used often, and there was a more terrifying side under his mask.

The King stroked the bone ring on his hand.

The hunter or the prey, until the last moment, this still remained to be seen.

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Bomari Castle, which was now the stronghold of the rebels.

When the news of Prince Will’s death came back to the base camp, the King of Newcastle, the leader of the rebellious alliance of the three states, dropped the wine goblet in his hand.

“How could it be?”

Regardless of the existence of other people around him, the King of Newcastle Lantoft exclaimed. He pressed down on the armrest, leaned forward, and asked hurriedly.

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“The Duke of Buckingham is not dead?”

“He’s dead.”

“The Gulundi heavy cavalry didn’t arrive?”

“They arrived.”

“Then who commanded that battle? Who defeated Will?” Lantoft asked anxiously, full of disbelief.

“It’s…..the King.”

The messenger replied with a pale face.

“The army led by the King himself has taken back the castle, and is now advancing towards Bomari, and it is estimated to arrive in five days.”

“The King?”

Lantoft turned to look at his counselors, and saw the same look of surprise on their faces. There was silence in the hall, and all the rebel nobles who were waiting for the good news looked panicked and lost in their own thoughts. After a moment of silence, several people in the hall suddenly got up to say goodbye one after another.

They were envoys sent by the other four states in the Northland.

“These fence sitting bastards!”

Lantoft forced a smile to persuade them to remain but to no avail. After the messengers left in a hurry, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he cursed in a low voice.

Lantoft, the King of Newcastle, was a red-haired middle-aged man with a mustache. He had a bright forehead and chubby cheeks, which were quite incompatible with the barrenness and poverty of the Northland. Normally he was always smiling and appeared very amiable. But those who were familiar with him know that Lantoft was a ruthless fellow, and the only standard he upheld was profit.

There were also his allies in the hall, the generals of Balboa State and Chavos State. Lantoft turned his head and looked at the people in the hall, and the haze of anger disappeared from his face in an instant, his smiling and amiable face restored again: “My friends, I always knew that guy Will was too arrogant and cowardly, and now it can be said that he did not fail our expectations——this is not the first time he has been defeated by a barely grown boy!”

As he said that, Lantoft sighed bitterly: “Although he is my younger brother, considering the loss he has caused us this time, even if he came back alive, I would’ve hung him on the flagpole to show the public!”

Everyone exchanged glances tacitly, and no one acted rashly and came forward to be the first to speak.

The phrase sweet words hiding blades was almost synonymous with Lantoft. Whoever really believed what he said would truly be the biggest fool in the world.

“Pass my order——” Lantoft took everyone’s expressions into his eyes, and he couldn’t help but curse in his heart, “Because Will’s arrogance has brought great losses to the great Liberty Alliance, because of his unforgivable fault, I formally strip him of his title and territory.”

As soon as this order came out, many people in the hall felt a slight chill.

Lantoft’s heart was cold and vicious, far beyond people’s imagination. His younger brother had just died fighting for him, and his first reaction was how to weaken the impact of defeat on morale as much as possible…..There was no doubt that when his order was issued, people would take it for granted that the defeat was attributed to Prince Will’s arrogance. Whereas Lantoft, who personally stripped his dead brother of title and territory, would be able to gain a good reputation of being “fair and just” at this juncture.

In this way, he could also stabilize the morale of the army shaken by the defeat to a certain extent.

Now that Newcastle had set such an example, Balboa and Chavos of the alliance had no reason to retreat.

After giving the order, Lantoft looked at the nobles in the hall.

“Now, what do you say we discuss how to send that respected majesty away?” He said briskly, in a friendly tone, “If he really leads the troops to Bomari himself, if we don’t let him remain here forever, wouldn’t that be such a shame to his kindness?”

The nobles in the hall looked at each other for a while, and began to express their opinions one after another.

Some people advocated an early attack, and defeat the King’s central army before the King’s two-wing reinforcements had completed their left and right flank attacks on the rebel area. Someone advocated guarding Bomari and then mobilizing support troops…..The hall became filled with sounds of arguing, and Prince Will’s fiasco was temporarily suppressed.

The final decision was to guard Bomari Castle.

Legrand’s conscription period was only forty days. After forty days passed, Legrand’s knights no longer had the obligation to obey the King. It was not so easy to capture a strong castle, and it often took several months or even a whole year.

Bomari Castle was definitely one of Legrand’s most difficult castles to capture.

At the end of the meeting, Lantoft made the sign of the cross over his chest:

“In the name of the Holy Lord, this is a battle blessed by God.”

After the rest of the people dispersed one after another, Lantoft hurried to a gorgeously furnished room in the castle. The room was even more decorated than Lantoft’s own room.

He straightened his clothes outside the room before knocking on the door respectfully.

After getting permission, Lantoft walked in and knelt down humbly.

“The merciful Holy Lord protects Newcastle, who longs for freedom. My lord, Bomari is in danger. May I please ask you to make an exception and kill Legrand’s monarch?”

Lantoft prostrated and pressed his forehead to the cold rocky ground.

His attitude was as humble as a begging dog.

The fire in the room’s fireplace was burning fiercely. While most of the people in the Northland were suffering from hunger and cold, this room was as warm as midsummer. A figure sat quietly by the fireplace.

A large part of Lantoft’s confidence in daring to start this rebellion came from that very figure.

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January had passed, and the wheels of February slowly rotated.

The King was examining the layout of Bomari Castle in his tent.

In the era when the development of gunpowder had not reached the level enough to blast through thick city walls, siege warfare was a matter that would take a lot of energy and a long time. Bomari Castle, which was chosen by the rebel army as their base camp, was definitely not a simple fortress——in fact, it originally belonged to the Rose family.

The construction time of Bomari Castle could be pushed back to a thousand years ago.

That was the Rose family, as well Legrand’s most powerful period. The entire western continent was unified, and the royal family built strong fortresses and castles in various places to guard the four directions and protect the people. Among these castles built, the Rose royal family also left such a great building in the Northland.

That was the Bomari Castle.

After the “Battle of God’s Punishment”, Legrand was divided into hundreds of countries, large and small. During that chaotic time, Bomari Castle had always been the place where all the states in the Northland tried their best to seize for themselves. Like a series of other Rose royal castles at that time, it could be regarded as the pinnacle of castle building technology of that era.

In the long period of time that followed, Bomari Castle changed many different owners one after another.

Sadly, after the “Battle of God’s Punishment”, no other with the bloodline of the Rose family set foot in Bomari Castle again.

Back then, William III once attacked all the way to a place less than 20 miles away from Bomari Castle, but due to domestic rebellion, after accepting the surrender letter from the King of Newcastle, he had to immediately transfer the army to quell the civil strife.

Now, what the King was going to take back was such a castle engraved with the shame of the Rose family for so many years.

It was a dusty jewel in the crown of the Rose family.

“It will be difficult to attack the city directly.”

General Sheehan was also looking at the map of Bomari Castle, frowning.

The King also surveyed the castle.

As a jewel in the Rose crown, Bomari Castle had an exquisite design, and had been meticulously maintained and repaired by later owners over the years.

There were a series of impenetrable fortifications on the outskirts of Bomari Castle——a black stone fortress stood on the wetland formed between the two tributaries of the Lacey River, and opposite to the wetland fortress in the center of the river was another isolated island in the main branch of the Lacey River. And on that island was another fortress, and the two fortresses were connected by a pontoon bridge.

Behind these outer barriers was the main city of Bomari Castle. The main city was divided into two parts within the circle of the huge external moat. One part was a triangular outer base, and the other part was composed of two sections: the inner defense and the middle defense. On the left and right sides of the castle were rolling hills.

If the King wanted to take the castle, he must first break through the series of external defenses.

Siege warfare was bound to take a lot of time.

In a war, it was not uncommon for a castle to be besieged for a year. But the King couldn’t afford that amount of time.

The arrival of February not only meant that this long winter was coming to an end, but also meant another more serious matter——more than half of the forty days of compulsory military service have passed.

Obviously, it was impossible for the King to spend the precious time of conscription duty on a long siege and blockade.

One must know that after the conscription period was over, if he wanted the knights to continue to fight for him, the King would have to pay other costs at this time. Giving the nobles new privileges was definitely not what the King was willing to do.

He must skillfully capture this strong castle with the shortest possible speed.

And even, he had to ensure that the loss of the army was as small as possible.

This was a difficult feat.

“Waterways…..castle, inner and outer cities…..” The King slowly sketched on the map. He looked up at General Sheehan, “Who is in charge of the military defense of Bomari Castle?”

“There are three.” General Sheehan replied, “In order to consolidate the rebel alliance, Lantoft backed down a step on the control of Bomari Castle. Today, the castle is jointly under the charge of the representative generals of the three states. The external military defense is controlled by the Balboa State, the outer rampart by the Chavos State, and the center and interior defenses are in the hands of Lantoft’s own cronies.”

“Shared responsibility?”

The King was thoughtful, and he suddenly smiled.

“Lantoft finally did a good deed.”

The King had an idea.

“Contact General Edmund and have him march at full speed.” The King ordered, and he began to write a letter.

From the beginning of the war to the present, there was an army that had never been used by the King——the army of the Ingres State.

Once they left Ingres and lost the protection of the terrain, it would be difficult for the Ingres army, which only had simple leather armor, to gain much of an advantage in such a siege battle. Therefore, the King had never sent this important reinforcement to the battlefield, but had them follow the marching Earl Henry. On the one hand to stabilize the victory for Earl Henry, and on the other hand to wait for an opportunity.

Now, the opportunity the King had been waiting for had arrived.

It was time for Ingres’ army to join the battle and become an important pawn for the King to attack Bomari Castle.

While the King was writing, a messenger hurried in.

He brought a letter from the Rose Palace, written by General Johan.

Hearing that the letter was from his cousin, the King’s hand that was writing the letter paused. He put down his pen, and turned his head to look at General Sheehan.

General Sheehan understood and got up to leave.

Only the King remained in the tent.

The King looked at the letter on the table for a moment, before finally reaching for and unfolding it.

The letter was long, but mentioned nothing about the death of the Duke of Buckingham. General Johan only said two things in the letter.

“I have prepared the iron gauntlet, and when you triumph, please allow me to be your defender.” When General Johan wrote this line, his handwriting was originally stable, but before the word “be”, there was another word. He had crossed out the word “replace”.

The other thing was that General Johan mentioned that he had received a letter from Ferri III.

The situation in Bressi’s territory was more complicated than they expected, and it was very difficult for Legrand to receive any news. But Ferri III’s letter conveyed some crucial information.

However, the fact that Ferri III was not dead was in itself good news.

“I hope he lives longer.”

It wasn’t until he saw this that the King spoke out lightly.

 He wrote back.

“…..You are already my defender.”

………………

The King’s letter to Ingres’s army arrived quickly.

This time, it was Legrand’s old acquaintance, General Edmund, who led the army.

When he led the army along the way, he felt that he and his cousin were like gamblers, a big gamble with Ingres’ future on the line——his cousin burned the secret letter from the Holy Court and chose Legrand. None of them knew what the outcome of this gamble would be.

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However, when he heard that the Duke of Buckingham had died in battle only for the King to turn the tide and win the Battle of Benz City, General Edmund’s uneasy heart suddenly settled down.

He had premonition:

Once again they had gambled right.

After reading the King’s letter, General Edmund raised his head and ordered:

“Go forward at full speed and attack Balboa Royal City.”

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