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“Changing one’s destiny can be very difficult but also very simple.”

Theolde comforted Sisian, who was reporting the news to him. The candle was burning on the golden candlestick, and the light and shadow merged in a blur.

Sisian brought him unexpected news.

Herid City sent an urgent message through a special method, and as expected Queen Eleanor of Kriya led the alchemical knights to attack the Throne of God. After receiving the news, Sisian became very worried. He tried to communicate with Herid City again through special methods, but the contact was interrupted. They had no way of knowing what the situation was like at the Throne of God Pier.

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“If the Holy Ark is destined to appear in this world, then even ten Kriyan queens leading ten cavalries of alchemist knights cannot change it.”

“But how do we confirm whether the Holy Ark is destined to appear in this world?”

Sisian asked back, he didn’t understand why Theolde could be so calm, as if Theolde actually didn’t care at all whether the Holy Ark could arrive smoothly——but that was clearly the key to them turning the tide of the war.

“I think maybe my attitude caused you to misunderstand something. My dear old friend.” Theolde smiled. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Herid City, “The Holy Ark may be very important to our battle situation, but its real significance does not lie in how many cities it can help us destroy and how many people it can kill.”

“What do you mean?”

Sisian was confused. 

“I am only waiting for them to attack Herid City.” Theolde put down the book, “Our old enemy was well hidden, and it wasn’t until the evil dragon appeared again that the alchemist knights from a thousand years ago appeared on the battlefield. This was our oversight regarding Legrand’s plan. Until this battle, I was still thinking about how to deal with this most brilliant invention of the alchemists.”

Sisian vaguely captured something: “So Herid City is a trap? But…”

“Why did we choose to land at Porto Port?” Theolde asked rhetorically, but did not give Sisian a chance to answer. “A raid by the alchemical knights with terrifying offensive power and fast action is fatal towards the Holy Army movement organized by different armies. Our Knights Templar can’t stop their charge, let alone an ordinary army? The real significance of the existence of Herid Port and the Throne of God Pier is to contain this terrifying army and prevent it from freely joining the battlefield.”

“Your real goal is not to summon the Holy Ark down onto this world, but to destroy the alchemist knights?”

Sisian was vaguely shocked.

“God will punish the world with His wrath when sinners do not repent.” Theolde read out one of the teachings of the Holy See, “The Holy Ark is a ship of salvation and a ship of disaster. Those who destroy it… will be punished forever.”

If the alchemical knights did not attack Herid City, then the Holy Ark would really come to reverse the situation of the war. If the alchemical knights did attack Herid City, they would be shattered into pieces together with the Holy Ark and the Throne of God.

This was a conspiracy.

Even if Legrand knew the truth, there was nothing they could do, because they simply could not bear the consequences of the Holy Ark descending on this earth.

“The Holy Lord protects us.”

Sisian lightly drew a cross on his chest. He bowed and exited the Pope’s chamber.

Theolde watched his friend leave and put the ancient scroll in his hand on the table. Sisian would have been astonished if he had seen the contents of the scroll he was reading. Because it recorded the miracles of the old gods believed by the Abyss Strait city-states and some related ancient prophecies. The Holy See had already defined these as “heresies” and strictly prohibited anyone from reading about them.

As the Pope, the spiritual symbol of the Holy See, Theolde should have thrown these scrolls into the holy fire and burned them.

“It is very difficult to change one’s destiny.” Theolde gazed at the past of the old gods, “Even the gods cannot escape death.”

In the scroll, in simple drawing was depicted a doomsday scene in BC.

Temples collapsed, statues turned to dust, and the Kingdom of Gods in the sky crumbled.

“Let us see who will win against destiny in the end.”

Theolde whispered to himself.

………………

The scholar of Kriya walked quickly through the ruins, stepping over the burned city and the dead bones on the ground, towards the Swan Harbor dock in Herid City. Eleanor did not let him participate in tonight’s operation, but left him outside Herid City. Since then, the city was in complete ruins.

This was a scarred city, and its destruction was destined to be written into history.

The scholar witnessed the entire process of the city’s destruction.

In fact, its destruction was in their prediction.

Tonight, they were preparing for the worst when attacking Herid City, so things were completely different from Eagle Beak Bay. According to the scholar’s observations of the weather and corresponding stars in Herid City during this period, they have already understood that the nature of the “Throne of God” in Herid City was completely different from that of the “Throne of God” in Eagle Beak Bay. When the Holy Ark appeared in Eagle’s Mouth Bay, there was a resonance caused by the almost complete Throne of God before it was destroyed, but the Throne of God in Herid City was purely built to summon the Holy Ark as quickly as possible.

The moment the throne was activated was the moment it was destroyed. They simply could not stop the arrival of the Holy Ark by destroying the throne.

Their only option was to destroy the Holy Ark as it arrived.

The process of the arrival of the Holy Ark was at the moment when the human world and the power of the collapsed Kingdom of Gods met. It was also the moment when space was the most chaotic and unstable. They only needed to destroy the passage, and there was a high chance that the incomplete Holy Ark would be destroyed in the turmoil of power. However, the ensuing problem was that the destruction of the Holy Ark was likely to trigger the arrival of another power.

The Holy Lord.

It was said that at the end of the legendary age, all the gods fell, but only the Holy Lord could always perform miracles on the earth through the Holy Court. The existence of the Holy Blessed Ones and the angelic hosts all proved that the Holy Lord had not completely fallen.

Regarding the divine punishments sent down by the Holy Lord on the earth, the clearest record in the holy book was related to a prophecy. A wise man made a prophecy outside a city gate that would be wiped from the world. That prophecy alarmed the Holy Lord, and He sent down thunder and fire, destroying the city overnight. From then on, the place where that ancient city was located was no longer inhabited.

But should they really bear such a price to destroy the Holy Ark? At the cost of a city, even if the city’s population had long been depleted due to war.

“If the Holy Ark really comes, the land will become barren and the rivers will all dry up, not just one city will die.” Eleanor said, “We always have to pay some price in exchange for victory. It was like this before, and it is how it will be in the future.”

So, he witnessed the scene when the Holy Ark was destroyed and the true divine punishment came.

The white, majestic Holy Ark had its mast broken in the violent whirlpool, and thousands of oars made of unknown divine bird wings scattered across the sky, as gorgeous as a meteor shower. Immediately afterwards, the entire space shook, and the city walls collapsed in the shaking. He felt it was difficult to stand even outside the city.

The world was filled with an ominous atmosphere. Thousands of thunderbolts fell from the sky, and the world was illuminated brightly at that moment. God wanted the people to witness their own destruction. The scene that happened long ago in the ancient city where the prophecy was born occurred again, and God vented His wrath with thunder and fire.

The divine power was so powerful that the buildings and houses in the entire city were destroyed and shattered one by one in the thunder. The fire burned close to the ground and the flames engulfed the city.

Like doomsday, like judgment.

By the time the thunder stopped, the entire city had been razed to the ground, with only flames burning on the ruins.

The city that was reduced to ruins was extremely silent.

Holding a crystal pendant, the scholar walked through the unextinguished fire and found Swan Harbor.

“Teacher.”

He was searching among the ruins, where there were also scattered the wreckage of some holy ships. The faint white light emitted by the wreckage was a bit out of place among the scorched black surroundings.

The alchemist knights’ armors were also scattered on the ground.

The guardians of humans who once slept in the long night accomplished what they wanted to do. They eventually became the shield for mortals in the face of the wrath of gods. They fought for this while they were alive, and finally extinguished in this mission after their death. From now on, there were no more alchemists in this world.

The scholar trudged among the armor fragments on the ground, feeling dizzy.

“Teacher!”

He suddenly became ecstatic and staggered forward.

The black-haired queen sat quietly on the ruined pier, sitting among the alchemical armors on the ground. She was not dead.

“You…you…how wonderful, how wonderful…”

The scholar’s words stopped abruptly.

“How could I die?”

The black-haired queen smiled.

Her child, her little Pureland. He only had so little. If she left, how much would her child have left then?

“Please don’t leave me.”

——This was her child’s only request.

As a mother, she would always fulfill the wishes of her child, including this.

The scholar felt as if his throat was blocked by cotton.

He looked at Queen Eleanor dazedly.

He didn’t know what method Eleanor used to survive such fearsome divine punishment. But he had already seen the price she paid——most of Eleanor’s bones were exposed to the air, and the blood vessels and muscles wrapped around the white bones grew rapidly and then became torn apart by the remaining silver lightning in a never-ending cycle.

Life was constantly dying and growing on her body, her flesh and blood becoming a battlefield.

Just looking at it made one feel unbearable.

It would have been better to die.

Eleanor behaved as normal, as if she was not the one suffering unimaginable pain. She stood up from the ground, stretched out her hand which was a gruesome weave of bone and flesh, and asked for the cloak from her student, simply covering the body cursed by God.

“Don’t tell him what happened,” Eleanor said. “That’s an order.”

“As you will it.”

The scholar nodded with difficulty.

Eleanor looked around: “Now, it’s time to erect monuments for our warriors and bury them.”

A touch of sadness flashed across her face.

The night was long and the fire was raging.

………………

There was a violent storm outside, and the sky and the earth lamented.

The dean of the Legrand Royal Academy of History and the Hanging Sword Earl Wally, stepped into the King’s room dripping wet. He had rushed from the Rose Palace to this dangerous front line of the war without stopping.

“We have discovered what happened at the end of the Legendary Era.” Earl Wally said crisply, his face pale, “We finally know the origin of the Holy Court.”

The King glanced at the Head of the Households.

The Head of the Households left the room, shut the door, and from that moment no one was allowed to approach the King’s chamber.

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“Your Majesty, before that, please forgive me for my presumption.” Earl Wally, who wore the badge of the Hanging Sword on his chest, spoke slowly but firmly. He looked directly at the King, “I want to know your opinion——”

“Will the warrior who slayed the dragon eventually become a dragon himself?”

The air fell silent.

“A dragon slayer will always be a dragon slayer.”

The King said, as solemnly as swearing on his life.

Earl Wally bowed deeply to him:

“Then I shall begin the story.”

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A thunderous roar exploded in the dark night.

The alchemical knights galloped out of the darkness, and huge spear-like lances were thrown in unison. Under normal circumstances, cavalry charges were useless against castles, but this did not include the alchemical knights. Because an entire team of alchemical knights was an entire siege army with unparalleled sharpness.

The lances shaped like those used by giants to hunt mammoths in the legendary era turned into the large arrows shot by siege crossbows at this time. After being thrown by the alchemical knights wearing thousands of pounds of armor, the strength and terrifying speed all added into a terrifying attack power that was unbelievable.

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They flew through the air like meteors in the dark night, and finally hit the solid black iron gate of Herid City.

The ordinary defenders on the city wall only felt a pain in their eardrums at the sudden sharp metallic hissing, but the defenders behind the city gate were already horrified.

After the Holy Court occupied Herid City, in order to build the Throne of God pier, it concentrated a large amount of resources to repair and strengthen the military defenses that had been destroyed by the black dragon, including this heavy city gate made of black iron. However, at this moment, the city gate was as if it was being struck by hundreds of hammers at the same time. It vibrated endlessly, making a sound like a bronze bell being struck. The shock made everyone nearby feel their blood surge and become physically nauseated.

“Quickly retreat!”

Behind the city gate, a soldier who responded quickly shouted to his companions.

The moment he finished speaking, sparks lit up in front of his eyes, and the tip of a lance, like a giant spear, broke through the iron and penetrated the chest of the soldier standing behind the city gate who was trying to spy out from the gap.

Blood splattered.

While the alchemical knights took turns throwing lances in batches to bombard the city gate, other alchemical knights took off the ancient giant bow that had once been used to bring down the black dragon from their backs, attached an arrow, and shot towards the city gate.

At the same time, the black iron gate of Herid City was blasted open by these weapons that were absolutely impossible for humans to match. The sound of iron chains rattling seemed to be endless as the huge and terrifying alchemical knights pulled the iron chains and withdrew their lances.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a loud noise, and the power of the dragon bone arrowheads exploded on the city wall. That small section of the city wall collapsed in the smoke and dust, and the noose of the suspension bridge behind the city wall was violently destroyed.

The suspension bridge fell heavily.

The black-haired queen stood behind the cavalry with a curved sword. With a wave of her curved sword, she led the cavalry that looked like ancient ferocious beasts and charged through the city gate without hesitation.

This was an outstanding attack, and the method of siege was even more brutal and violent than ever before. The alchemical knights did not need light and were not afraid of ordinary arrow rain. The ordinary Holy Army guards on the city wall lost their effectiveness at this time. The only ones who could stop them were the adjudicators who also possessed unusual powers.

“You think you can block the way?”

Eleanor raised her snow-like curved sword, with a cold and contemptuous smile on her lips.

After the alchemical knights charged through the city gate, a group of people appeared in their way.

The gloomy dark night was not only the stage for the half-undead, half-alchemist beings like the alchemical knights, it was also the stage for the shadow blades of the Holy Court.

At this time, the figures of the adjudicators wearing black robes and masks disappeared from the city wall, and then appeared like a ghost on the avenue behind the city gate. This was the only avenue that led directly to the Swan Harbor of Herid City.

None of the adjudicators answered Queen Eleanor’s question. They were like lifeless puppets who appeared here just to execute an “interception” order. All the adjudicators’ hands dropped to their sides, and the flaming swords on their sleeves seemed to be burning——and indeed they were burning.

In their right hands, they all held flaming swords that looked like replicas of the “Sword of the Holy One” and which were blazing brilliantly in the night.

In the firelight, the black iron masks on the face of the adjudicators grew a pair of pure white eyes.

The alchemical knights gathered around Queen Eleanor. They hung their lances on their saddles and drew the broadswords hanging from their waists. Charging lost its power at this time, because as the adjudicators appeared in front one after another, the blazing fire that surrounded their bodies connected together.

The fire formed a true “unbreakable wall”. If they wanted to break out of this interception circle, they must first kill these adjudicators.

These were also beings that could no longer be described as humans but instead…

The Servants of God!

“What are you if as a servant of God you can only obey Theolde’s orders?” Eleanor slowly rotated her wrist, and the curved sword swept an elegant semicircle in the firelight. The expression on her face was mild and held a hint of ridicule, “A puppet of an ambitious man?”

The war horse jumped out, and she led the alchemical knights to charge towards these inhuman holy servants who blocked them.

In the Warrior Queen’s dictionary, there was never “fear”.

Whoever blocked her path would all be cut down!

As the alchemical knights charged forward, on the other side where the Swan Harbor Pier near the sea in Herid City was located.

The Holy Court fleet with white sails were arranged in a semi-arc shape in the harbor, and silver-plated iron cables connected these holy ships to the docks. Candles were lit on the decks of these ships. The light of the candles was incredibly bright, and they did not waver at all in the sea breeze.

Beside the pier, each member of the choir wearing pure white holy robes held a lit candle and stood on the sand with bare feet.

The black water was rolling, as if it was resonating with something in the dark, but the ships remained motionless.

In this strange and solemn atmosphere, the choir began to chant the seventh chapter of the holy book. Their voices were not loud at first, but as the chapter of the holy book was chanted, the candles on the deck became brighter and brighter, and little white spots of light like snowflakes floated from the ritual candles, making it seem as if the sky and the earth had welcomed a dreamy snowfall.

In the snow-like light, the chanting of the holy book gradually grew louder, and was finally carried by the sea breeze, echoing with the waves, revealing a thunderous power.

The choir of only a hundred people created a sound like ten thousand people singing together.

In the midst of this magnificent chanting, the sea water became turbulent and the waves broke on the surface, as if something was about to break out of the ground near the sea. And its appearance would surely bring cause a storm in the world.

The sun.

It was a sun rising from the sea and the mud.

Don’t know when the candles went out, but the entire dock was still as bright as day.

Thousands of bright rays of light burst out from the ground, piercing the surrounding darkness like brilliant swords. In this light, all filth and evil would be dispersed and dissolved. The original Herid Swan Pier began to crack and disintegrate.

The head of the Inquisition Bureau stood in this daylight, staring at the cracked Swan Harbor Pier that had transformed into a divine throne. The Holy Court no longer had that much time to build a true throne like the one in Eagle Mouth Bay. This temporary “Throne of God” could not carry the power of the coming Holy Ark for a long time.

However, Pope Theolde never planned to have this temporary “Throne of God” exist in the world for a long time!

It had only one function——to act as a medium to summon the holy ship, the Holy Ark.

The moment the Holy Ark arrived was the moment this divine throne disintegrated. Therefore, the summoned Holy Ark would have no place to rest in this world. Except for the Throne of God, there was no place in the world that could carry its power. Once the Holy Ark loaded with heavenly fire landed on the ground, all the water on the earth would immediately evaporate, the forests would burn, and everything would dry up.

Just like the Holy Lord was known as the Savior as well as the Lord of All Hosts, the Holy Ark also had dual natures.

On the one hand, it symbolized “blessing new life”, and on the other hand, it proclaimed “reestablishing rule after destruction.” This was a warship, the ship of hosts! In the chapters of the holy book about the Doomsday Judgment, it was described as having another appearance. It would no longer be a ship of life that steered people through disasters, but a ship of disaster that brought destruction to people.

As of now, this war had already slipped into a direction where no one could predict the outcome.

The end would probably come, and all lives would be harvested in the final judgment.

The head of the Inquisition Bureau thought.

He felt the majestic power coming from the void, and saw countless clouds gathered in the sky.

Those clouds were like another sea. They collided high in the sky, and the edges of the clouds surged with silvery electric light, like white waves. Among the clouds, the head of the Inquisition Bureau vaguely saw the shadow of the Kingdom of the Gods recorded in the secret scrolls——the Mountain of the Gods and the Tower of the Gods.

The lightning became more and more dense, and the projection of the Kingdom of Gods disappeared, replaced by a brilliant warship that had never been seen before.

“What can mortals do to change the outcome determined by destiny?”

The head of the Inquisition Bureau sighed.

He was about to move forward when he heard a dull roar coming from the other side of the earth amidst the sound of strong wind. Compared with the thunderous movement in the sky, this sound seemed less fearful, but it was still fresh in the memory of the head of the Inquisition Bureau.

He turned his head sharply.

The smoke and dust rolled up, and under the radiance of the divine throne and the lightning in the sky, the alchemical knights, wearing armor weighing a thousand pounds, tore apart all the fences they had set up and pierced through like sharp knives. The female knight at the front, her black hair undulating in the wind, was in front of the head of the Inquisition Bureau in an instant.

The blade in her hand was slashed with fierce killing intent.

Clang——

At the critical moment, the head of the Inquisition Bureau drew his sword and blocked it dangerously. The price was that the flesh of his hand burst apart in an instant, blood spattered, and his whole person skidded more than ten meters back. He thrust his sword into the ground, stopping his retreat.

Seeing two priests in black jumping in front of the head of the Inquisition Bureau, Eleanor tightened the reins.

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She looked down at the head of the Inquisition Bureau who coughed out a mouthful of blood.

“What can mortals do to change the outcome determined by destiny?”

The thunder of heaven and earth illuminated the black-haired queen’s eyes. She and the knights behind her stepped over the corpses, covered in blood and full of murderous intent.

“With your life!”

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King Ferri III of Bressi, who was declared dead by the Holy Empire, reappeared in people’s sight. How he survived the extremely dangerous arctic ice field, no one knew, but his appearance immediately attracted the attention of the Holy Court. The remaining troops of the Holy Empire were immediately mobilized to pursue Ferri III, intending to strangle him before he set off a new bloodstorm.

However, unlike when he was forced to escape to the north, there was now a mysterious army surrounding Ferri III.

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The main army of the Holy Empire was taken to Legrand by Pope Theolde and the remaining defenders were unable to stop Ferri III, who seemed to have changed altogether.

He came out from the Pennine Mountains, carrying the chill of the ancient ice fields, and like a reforged sharp knife, tore open the blockade of the Holy Empire, driving straight into its heart, once again galloping on the territory of the old Bressi Kingdom.

The waters of the Kobia River were fast and rushing.

King Ferri III held a torch in hand as he stood in front of the Kobia River, looking in the direction of the former Kingdom of Bressi. After his brother Charles defected to the Pope, he relied on the support of the Holy See and the nobles to force him into a dead end. Accompanied by his teacher, General Karl, he burned the palace and led the soldiers to retreat north.

After fleeing like a stray dog with its tail tucked between its legs, he finally returned to his homeland.

“Your Majesty, Are we to attack Asali?”

A knight holding a torch walked up to Ferri III and bowed slightly towards him.

Behind them, the war was still raging. They arrived at the Kobia River in the morning and launched an attack on Nader Castle located on the riverside. At this time, the war situation had tilted in their favor, the soldiers guarding the castle not as strong in their resistance to the former King of Bressi.

After all, the time since the establishment of the Holy Empire was too short, and they had not had time to erase the mark of Bressi from the Bressians. The Holy Empire and the Bressians were two completely different concepts. As time went by, the Bressians had to bow to the Holy See personnel under the Holy Empire. The people naturally began to reminisce on the old days.

When night fell, the deacon bishop of the castle was pushed down from the tower by the mutinous soldiers, and along with the power he had enjoyed, landed in a splatter of mud on the cold stone slab.

The drawbridge was lowered, and Ferri III’s army began to march into Nader Castle.

They had recaptured the first important castle.

“No.”

Looking towards the direction of the old palace, Ferri III slowly shook his head.

“We will go back, but not now.”

As the core of the empire, Asali was the most heavily defended place in the Holy Empire today. The reason why they did not send support to Nader City and watched Nader City be recaptured by Ferri III was because the army was not strong enough to divide their forces. But if Ferri III really wasted his precious time attacking the strongest imperial fortress, it was very likely that the Holy Court would be extremely happy.

Ferri III turned his horse’s head and led his soldiers into Nader Castle.

“We need to wake up Bressi. There should be no Holy Empire on this land. She is Bressi, and only Bressi.”

The unextinguished fire blazed, but the eyes of the former fugitive monarch were cold.

Ferri III knew very well where their advantages now lie.

In order to completely destroy Legrand, Pope Theolde used religious fanaticism to launch the Holy Army movement. But religious fanaticism was not long-lasting, and no one knew better than him what the common people were like. Faith was valuable, but what if the price of faith was your survival?

Providing an army of nearly 100,000 people required too much manpower and material resources, almost squeezing out the milk and blood of the entire empire. As the former King of Bressi, no one knew better than him the financial strength of Bressi. If Theolde could capture Legrand quickly, the joy of victory would make the people willing to bear these burdens.

However, Legrand held strong.

They withstood all the high pressure brought by the more than 200,000-strong army, and in turn put the pressure of organizing such a huge army on the Holy Empire.

The Black Death that broke out last year had a huge impact on Bressi’s economy, and as the war was dragged into a quagmire by Legrand, it became increasingly difficult for the civilians to bear the heavy tax burden. People believe in gods because they want them to save them from suffering. But if the gods not only failed to save them, but pushed them into the abyss, then why should they believe in the gods?

The voices of protest began to grow louder.

In the end, what caused resentment to spread rapidly was not the old local nobles who took the opportunity to stir the waters, nor the rioting civilians, but a young girl.

On a Holy Sabbath, she walked to the church in a long black dress and read loudly a poem left by a poet who was considered a heretic during the previous witch hunt:

“We hurt the weak and innocent.

We have turned into servile executioners.

We paid homage to extreme ignorance, to bull-headed stupidity.

We actually kissed the dumb and expressed our infinite admiration.

We actually blessed corruption and depravity…”

This young girl’s act of bravery was astonishing. Her firm and fearless look while standing in the square in front of the church and reciting this poem of admonishment loudly shocked everyone. The sunlight poured down on her beautiful face, and the resolute expression in her eyes was enough to put all the knights prostrated towards the holy throne to shame.

Beginning with a poem that was tabooed by the Holy Court, she showed a rare intelligence and eloquence among women of this era. She made a to-the-point speech, accusing the Holy See of all kinds of corruption since the establishment of the Holy Empire, accusing the “witch-hunting movement” as a weapon to embezzle property, accusing the Holy Army movement as the cause of bankruptcy…

She was the sweetheart of Clide, the poet who died at the stake.

The lover concealed her name in all their letters to protect her. And when the people of the Holy Empire were sinking in the abyss, she stood up in the sunshine, using her lover’s poems which contained anger and sorrow as weapons, and sounded the alarm for everyone.

The local church quickly arrested her, but the angry crowd soon surrounded the church, forcing the local bishop to delay her execution at the stake.

With this brave Miss Viola as the trigger, the first direct conflict broke out between the civilians and the church, leading to a stalemate.

After hearing about this, Ferri III immediately made a decision. For Ferri III, they needed a flag, someone legendary enough to be the symbol of their revival.

Thus their first move:

Rescue Viola.

……………………

The castle was majestic and lined with towers.

The night was deep, the shadows of Herid City hiding a group of people shrouded in black robes. Their deep black robes were uniformly embroidered with a cross pattern in blood red and white, while on their sleeves was embroidered a sharp sword. These symbols indicate that they were the “adjudicators” of the Holy Court. The sword hidden in the shadows of the Holy Court.

Their nature was different from that of the public facing holy forces such as the Knights Templar. They hid in the darkness and were responsible for cleaning up difficult targets and performing special tasks.

Prior to this, the Inquisition Bureau had wanted to use the secret method left behind by the Holy Court when it baptized King Legrand to assassinate Pureland. But that assassination attempt was not only unsuccessful, but also caused the Holy Court to lose a number of adjudicators.

After the failed assassination, the adjudicators went dormant and stopped taking action. It was not until this time that the Holy Army movement broke out that they gathered together in the Herid City in Legrand to assist the head of the Inquisition Bureau in guarding the Throne of God that was about to be completed.

Originally, they were supposed to help defend the city while also assisting the Eternal Knights’ vanguard movement.

However, when they arrived at Herid City, they found that Legrand’s group of mysterious alchemical knights also arrived near Herid City, watching them eagerly.

The leader of the alchemical knights was the Queen of Kriya, the Queen Mother of Legrand, Eleanor, who was also close to the astrologers. She was not in a hurry to launch an attack on the powerful Herid City guards, but specifically planned to launch a surprise attack on the city when they took some action, or attack their transport team.

It was not that the adjudicators had not thought about first dealing with the brain of the alchemical knights, Eleanor, but the special characteristics of the alchemical knights’ being half-undead, half-alchemical gave them extremely strong mobility during the day and night, and as an astrologer, Eleanor had a very keen sense of smell. So several attempts by the adjudicators ended in failure, and in the end they had to stay guarding the city of Herid.

This led to the adjudicators actually being suppressed in the city of Herid since the beginning of the war, making it difficult to support other Holy Armies.

The Holy Court’s sharp blade of the night was firmly locked in the scabbard by Eleanor, and was as good as an ornament.

Within the city of Herid, the guards were extremely strict today.

Today was the most critical day for the construction of the Throne of God pier.

Pope Theolde’s secret letter arrived today.

Theolde ordered that the last link of the Throne of God pier be repaired tonight. There was no need to wait for the best opportunity, the Throne of God could be opened directly to summon the Holy Ship.

Although this news was strictly sealed, no one knew whether or not the outstanding astrologer Queen Eleanor would notice something.

The lights were bright, and on the pier, the head of the Inquisition Bureau personally oversaw everything with his sword in hand.

An adjudicator passed by the city wall and turned to look at the mountains outside the city. The sky and the earth were dark, and the mountains appeared like crawling beasts.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

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In the shadow of the mountains outside Herid City, the alchemical knights, led by the black-haired queen, stood sentinel. The white bones covered in armor were shrouded in a faint bloody and black mist. During this period, in addition to suppressing the adjudicators inside and outside the city, they also massacred the Holy Armies that landed at Herid Port one after another.

Without the existence of this group of alchemical knights, Legrand would have endured even greater pressure in the previous Battle of Douro.

In cold armor, Eleanor held her arc sword in hand as she looked at the castle.

“Teacher.”

The Kriyan scholar leaned forward slightly.

“They have begun.”

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The remaining army retreated, and the Battle of Douro City ended with Legrand’s victory.

In this battle, the military power of Bressi’s old aristocracy suffered a devastating blow. On the main battlefield, tens of thousands of Bressian knights died, and their corpses were piled from the lowlands in front of the high slopes into the nearby Loman Creek. On the day of the battle, people in the lower reaches of Loman Creek saw the water turn the color of wine.

Later, Loman Creek was also called the “Blood River.”

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Bressi’s army led by Duke West was almost completely wiped out, while the flanking army led by Prince Malorin suffered an equally fatal blow as they advanced along the Loman Creek and tried to pass through the angle between the forest and the sloping plateau. The musketeers and “Bloody Rose” bronze cannons arranged by the King taught them a hard lesson. The battle between there was no less bloody than the frontal battlefield.

Prince Malorin’s army reacted even worse to artillery bombardment in the narrow terrain than the previous Eternal Knights. The cavalry were crowded in one place, and everyone was just trying to flee. No one thought about forming a defensive circle. The infantry, which by convention was placed on the flanks of the cavalry for protection, was trampled by the knights on their own side. Afterwards, when the military designers searched the battlefield, they found that the number of people killed in the chaos even exceeded the number of people who died under artillery fire.

This was the battle with the largest number of casualties on the frontal battlefield since the war began.

In previous wars, enemy nobles were often not killed directly. Instead, they followed the rules of chivalry and held captives for ransom before being released. However, in this battle, there was no distinction between the lives of noble knights and the lives of civilian soldiers. The Legrand Empire released all the anger it had accumulated since the beginning of the war.

The corpses of the invaders piled up like hills, turning the land depressions into bloody mud swamps and becoming the new “Deadman’s Land”.

After the victory of the battle, the King left a follow-up force to clean the battlefield to prevent the spread of plague, and then quickly returned to defend Yoringshire County.

“I am confused about something, Your Majesty.”

The Head of the Households followed behind the King.

“Duke West doesn’t seem like someone who would have the guts to take action against an angel.”

In the battle that just ended, Duke West’s arrow of betrayal played a certain role in why the war between the angels and the Devil ended so quickly. However, anyone who understood knew that Duke West’s betrayal must contain suspicion——he had no reason to attack the angels.

“Because angels can not be defeated.”

The King replied with profound meaning.

The Head of the Households thought for a while and suddenly realized the answer.

According to the teachings of the Holy Court, the victory of a war was determined by the Holy Lord. As the beloved angels of the Holy Lord, once they appeared on the battlefield, they themselves were symbols of victory. If an angel fell in a war, it would be a heavy blow to the doctrine!

In addition, this Holy Legion movement was to cleanse the heretic Legrand in the name of the Holy Lord. The Holy Legion used faith as its banner, and the appearance of angels on the battlefield meant that their actions were indeed righteous, but… what if the angels fell? This would be a heavy blow to the faith of the Holy Legion movement.

Because this showed that they were not protected nor blessed!

But if the fall of the angels and the loss of the battle were due to Duke West’s betrayal, then things would become completely different. One must know that among the teachings of the Holy Court, the most core one was the “theory of original sin” of mortals. Human beings were born with sins. The angel who descended to save the Holy Legion died due to the betrayal of the Holy Legion. This would not shake the faith of the Holy Legion movement, and would also stimulate the believers’ atonement psychology.

“Is it because you knew this that you chose to call the heroic souls to participate in the battle?”

The Head of the Households found that his voice was dry and hoarse.

“How should we fight against the faith in the divine?” The King seemed to be asking himself. “The only ones who can fight against faith are ourselves.”

After the battle, the Devil quickly returned to hell——don’t forget, hell was still at war with the host of angels at this time. The heroic soul knights also disappeared together, but they did leave something for Legrand that was very important to the current battle situation.

In this era, the only thing that could compete with the Holy Court’s faith were the heroic souls that all Legrandian people were proud of. They founded the Legrand Empire, and they were the origin of Legrandian history. Their appearance on the battlefield to fight against the angels for Legrand showed that they were not wrong.

Human beings were small, humble, and practically like ants.

But humans themselves were enough to compete with the gods!

“Theolde.”

The King turned his head and looked in the direction of Newt City.

Who had the ability to turn his back on angels? There was only one person, the one person who was least likely to do this.

The Emperor of the Holy Empire, the Pope of the Holy Court.

Theolde.

“There will be times when God’s agents want to use the light of God to ascend the throne.”

The King whispered. He urged his horse forward, and the wind swept his cloak, scarlet as blood.

Although they haven’t met yet, the confrontation had already begun.

The King’s voice was calm, but the Head of the Households only felt a chill running up his spine.

It was hard to describe that feeling. More clearly than ever he could see the most terrifying and crazy side of this war——

Angels, the Holy Lord, gods, hell… In this war, they have become…

Chess pieces!

………………

The autumn of 1433 was destined to be extremely turbulent. In the late autumn, Legrand was trapped in one whirlpool after another.

In the city of Douro, King Legrand led an army to fight against Bressi’s army, which was several times his own. During the battle, the founders of Legrand, the bravest knights’ souls appeared on the earth and met with the Legrand warriors, fighting side by side. The final battle ended with Legrand’s victory.

For the Legrandian people, this was a victory that boosted the morale of the country.

But for the Holy Legion, this meant something else——

During the Battle of Douro City, angels appeared on the battlefield, which proved that the Holy Legion movement here was indeed blessed by God, as the Holy See claimed. However, Duke West, a native of Bressi, betrayed the Holy Legion in a despicable manner, causing the battle to be lost. The angel betrayed by this Bressian man fell at the hands of the Devil.

This incident was like the story everyone knew in the holy book.

The Son who originally wanted to save the world was eventually abandoned by the world and was crucified. From then on, mortals have been burdened with original sin since birth. This story in the holy book was repeated today, and the fall of the angel had become the common sin of all the soldiers who participated in that betrayal as well as all the Bressian people.

If you want to atone for your sins, you could only fight for the Holy Lord and wash away the sins of betrayal with the blood of heretics.

Pope Theolde publicly preached this to all Holy Legion warriors.

At this time, Theolde’s prestige was unprecedentedly high. On the way to attack the city of Newt, he performed a miracle given to him by the Holy Lord and changed the direction of the wind that blocked the soldiers’ advancement. That battle went smoothly and surprisingly quickly. Despite the heroic resistance of the Legrandian soldiers, Newt City was quickly captured by the power of the Knights Templar and the Holy Legion of the Holy Land’s zealots.

After capturing the city of Newt, Theolde surprised everyone and did not stop and rest in the city. Instead, he personally led the Knights Templar to advance and launched a surprise attack on Collin County in the west. With Legrand’s main force stationed in Yoringshire County, he quickly gained another city.

Throughout the battle, Pope Theolde personally visited the front line and showed amazing military command capabilities. The military officers who had originally criticized Theolde had no choice but to bow to him.

Among the Holy Legion, a saying quickly spread:

Pope Theolde was the incarnation of the Holy Lord in the mortal world. His will was the will of the Holy Lord. Because of this, he could miraculously win victory after and victory. God would establish a true kingdom of God on earth through him.

“Our food transportation route has been cut off, Your Majesty.”

Sisian reported.

The Pope stood on the tower of Collin County City, looking into the distance. The geographical location of Collin County was very special. One could attack the Rose Palace along the river to the north, and also attack Yoringshire County where King Legrand’s army was located to the east. If the Pope’s original plan was followed, after seizing Collin County, he would take advantage of the lack of troops in the Royal City of Legrand to directly attack the Rose Palace.

The reason why Duke West was allowed to lead an army dominated by the Bressian nobles to break away from control and attack Douro City was to conceal this true intention.

But this plan was still interrupted.

King Legrand, Pureland predicted his true purpose.

“You were right.” Sisian had to admit, “Pureland ia a very terrifying opponent.”

The Knights Templar were advancing menacingly, but King Legrand did not dedicate his troops to support Newt City and Collin County, blocking their progress head-on. Instead he adopted a more cunning and effective method. When the Knights Templar attacked Newt City, another Legrand army, led by General Johan, followed the King’s orders and went around behind them.

The other side was very patient and waited until they captured Newt City and marched into Collin County before they launched an attack and directly cut off their food transportation route.

If Legrand had cut off the food transport route when they captured Newt City, then with the strength of the Holy Legion, they could quickly turn around and join forces with the Mason family to attack from both front and back to strangle this Legrand army. However, the other party endured it until they captured Collin County before taking action.

By this time, the Knights Templar had penetrated deep into central Legrand, with the main force stationed in Collin. If they wanted to reopen the grain transportation line, they must withdraw from Collin. But such an important city as Collin, once captured, could not be given up under any circumstances.

Attacking the royal capital was doomed to failure if supplies could not keep up. If they turned around and seized the line, they would have to withdraw from Collin County, and all their previous efforts would be wasted.

King Legrand used this method to resolve the crisis in the royal city and pushed them into a dilemma.

Fierce and cunning indeed.

He was like a hybrid of a lion and a poisonous snake.

“Your Majesty, what next?”

Sisian asked in a low voice.

Theolde looked towards the direction of King Legrand’s army in Yoringshire County: “Let the Holy Legion of the Sea go north and join us. Then… wait.”

What were they waiting for?

He didn’t say.

Theolde turned and descended the tower. The wind poured into the tower and made his robes rustle.

………………

While Theolde asked the Holy Legion of the Sea to go north, in the northern region of the Holy Empire on the other side of the Abyss Strait. 

Autumn was coming to an end, and the weather in the near north had begun to turn cold.

Ferri III, who had disappeared from people’s sight since he was forced into the far arctic ice field, stood on a mountain peak. A crow flew down from the sky. He reached out to catch the crow and took down the letter it brought.

At the end of the letter was the autograph of Emperor Legrand.

“He did it.”

Ferri III sighed. He was already wearing a thick cloak in autumn, and his face was pale and exuded a chill. It made him look even more strange. Ferri III looked up at the sky.

“The Battle of Douro, what a Battle of Douro.”

He suddenly smiled.

He hoped the person on the other side of the Abyss Strait could succeed.

After all, the only people in this world who could determine the direction of history were those two people, those two people who were qualified to be called true monarchs in this day and age.

“Let’s go, we have already been late for a long time, it’s time to join the battlefield.”

As Ferri III spoke, he put away the letter and walked towards the bottom of the mountain with the knights who followed him into the tomb of the gods. Behind them was an army whose faces were hidden under silver hoods. This army, from Ferri III to the soldiers, were all shrouded in a chill.

Their goal——

Recover the port, start an uprising in the Holy Empire, and rebuild Bressi!

………………

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1433, a time of great strife.

Pureland, the King of Legrand, won the battle of Douro, and Theolde, the Emperor of the Holy Empire, won the battles of Newt and Collin County. Theolde’s soldiers aimed for the heart of the Legrand Empire, and Pureland’s sword cut the lifeline of the Holy Legion. Both sides had gains and losses, and each was facing a crisis. The situation of the war was changing rapidly.

In this war, the two most outstanding kings of this era finally came face to face, and they drove the entire world to dance in the vortex of death. This was a war like never before. Although the afterglow of the gods still hung over the earth, they were no longer the protagonists.

Later historians regarded this war as the dividing point between the age of gods and the age of mortals.

Because, from here on——

Two kings duel, using the gods as chess pieces.

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“The original Devil crawled out from the Wall of Insects, leaving bones everywhere in his path. On the third day, he tore apart hell and fought with the gods… The gods erased his name and banished him to the end of the world. Eternal curses were engraved on the chains of the abyss, and he shall be imprisoned until the destruction of the world.” The priest stood on the bloody battlefield, looking up at the battle in the sky, and he chanted the ancient past like a poet.

Time flowed, and a thousand years had passed, but from this scene now, one could glimpse the arrogant shadow of the story about the beginning of the world.

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Blade-like blazing suns burst out from the waves of black clouds, and the battle between the angels and the Devil collided like the black and white sides of the world, leaving a dazzling mirage. The body of the dragon bone sword, baptized by the Devil’s blood, turned a ferocious dark red color. Every time it collided with the holy sword in the angel’s hand, a strong current would erupt, distorting the space where it was located.

The sky was like a mirror that was constantly being shattered, becoming full of cracks.

Holy fire and black butterflies, blazing sun and dark clouds.

In such an extremely fierce battlefield, if the Devil Make made a mistake and the angels succeeded in launching even a small attack on the monarch on the throne, then the King who had given all authority to the Devil would die in an instant. It was unimaginable how the mortal on that throne dared to make such a life-or-death choice.

“Monarchy.”

The priest watched the Devil cut down the holy sword of an angel, then turned around and drove the butterflies to stop the last angel who wanted to take the opportunity to bypass him and kill the one who truly had the authority to be the monarch.

The battle situation had been decided.

The priest shook his head. Although he was a priest, he showed a kind of indifference to the battle in the sky that a believer should not have. The angels had been cut down, and the pious man should be in pain and weeping, despairing and confused, but he was as indifferent as if the beings fighting in the sky were not the beloved children of God whom he should believe in and kneel down to.

The battle on the ground was also coming to an end. The Holy Legion, which was far more numerous than Legrand’s army, was massacred. The commanders roared loudly on the chaotic battlefield, trying to contain the disintegration but were unable to do anything.

The priest carried a long box and walked through the chaotic battlefield, looking for Duke West. He cleverly avoided the heroic soul knights, and the remaining ordinary Legrandian soldiers seemed completely unaware of his passing.

In a low-lying place where the dead were piled up, West trembled as he used the corpses to cover himself. The heroic knights who rode skeleton horses and easily trampled on them completely destroyed his self-confidence. The fall of the angels made him feel extremely despairing. The only thing he could do at this time was to lie down in the mud and pray to the Holy Lord to protect them.

He heard the sound of Legrand’s soldiers approaching, and stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the broadsword beside him.

“It’s me, Mr. Duke.”

The priest held a broken spear he picked up from the battlefield and blocked Duke West’s broadsword. He walked through most of the bloody battlefield, but his priest robes were still clean and spotless.

Duke West stared at the priest who in his impression had always been unassuming and silent. It was only at this moment that he was shocked to realize what kind of person Pope Theolde had placed around him.

“You, are you here to help me?”

As if grasping the last straw, he knelt on the ground and clutched the priest’s hem tightly. The Bressian knights he led were almost completely annihilated in this battle. This battle, which he thought could change his situation, in turn pushed him into a true abyss.

“Theo… no, His Majesty the Pope sent you to help me, right? I am willing to offer my loyalty to His Majesty!”

The priest patted his shoulder, and Duke West unconsciously let go of his hand.

“His Majesty is benevolent towards everyone.”

The priest placed the box in front of Duke West and opened it.

On one side was a brown wooden bow. The wood used had strange natural patterns. Those patterns were like the whirlpool of stars in the night sky. The wooden bow was placed on dark red silk, but it seemed to be placed in blood. The moment he saw the bow, Duke West felt as if the screams of monsters were ringing in his ears.

Next to the wooden bow was an arrow made of meteorite fragments.

He reached out his hand uncontrollably and grasped the wooden bow that exuded a strange aura.

The priest leaned slightly and watched him grab the bow and press his face against the bow with a terrifying enthusiasm that he was completely unaware of.

The Seducer’s Bow, also known as the Bow of Sin.

This was a bow accompanied by curses and strange tales. It was originally a weapon of the Holy Court Tribunal. But its owner, an outstanding judge, used it to kill all the succubi in the swamp. The unwilling and spiteful soul of the succubus lodged in the wooden bow, which in turn cursed the tenacious judge. Finally, one day, he used this bow to attack a cardinal and betrayed the Holy See.

Since then, this bow had been classified as a “taboo” by the Holy Court and shelved. It was said that whoever got this bow would betray his original position and eventually die in ruins.

“It’s a really good bow. I wish I could try it.”

Duke West murmured, reaching for the arrow in the box.

“Simply follow your own will.”

The priest said, bowing slightly to Duke West, and then left this little area.

Except for himself and Duke West, no one knew that this episode happened on this bloody battlefield.

At the other end of the battlefield, thanks to the efforts of Earl Rudolph in the rear army, a team of Bressian knights finally reunited. But they had no battle spirit left and just wanted to retreat quickly from this battlefield.

“Where is the Duke?”

Some of West’s subordinates were commendable for their loyalty, and they also wanted to find their master.

“Look! There!”

Suddenly someone screamed.

“That’s… that’s the Duke, what is he doing?!”

In a place where corpses were piled on the battlefield, Duke West stood up. He held a long bow and put an arrow with an ominous glow on the bowstring.

He was aiming at… the sky! !

A scene that shocked everyone appeared!

Duke West shot the arrow that contained endless ominousness at the angel in the sky! The arrow left the string and flew high into the sky. The arrow made of a meteorite shard looked like a dark red meteor in everyone’s field of vision, dragging a long tail across the sky. With mortal eyesight, it was impossible to see whether the arrow finally hit the angel.

But everything was clear.

In full view of the public, Duke West committed an unimaginable act of blasphemy! He launched an attack on an angel of the Holy Lord!

Horse hooves trampled on the battlefield that had become like a blood swamp, making a sticky sound.

The priest who was sent by the Pope as a special envoy to this Holy Legion appeared, with a solemn expression on his face. 

“Everyone! A sad thing has happened——” The priest grabbed the reins, “Duke West whom we trusted has betrayed us! He is a heretic! He made a deal with hell and betrayed us!”

Up in the sky.

The world was frozen in the most chaotic and splendid moment, with a sea of black clouds and thousands of broken sword-like lights, blazing flames and rushing wind.

The angel whose wings were cut off was hit by the cursed arrow shot by the betrayer, and thousands of black butterflies flying or spreading their wings drowned him. The last angel rushed to the throne of bones at the expense of his companions’ sacrifice, and was about to throw the holy sword at the monarch who had given away all his authority.

The monarch lowered his head, as if in contempt or indifference.

The dragon bone sword penetrated the angel’s heart, and the black mist entangled itself around the holy sword, tightly pulling it.

This time, he made it.

The Devil turned his wrist, and the blade crushed the angel’s heart.

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Golden light exploded, and the angel composed of the blood of the divine and dust of light shattered into countless golden flecks in the air, flying like a rain that had been falling for an unknown number of years. This was the ultimate beauty and the ultimate strangeness. The world looked like it was about to be broken, and it also looked like it was about to be reborn.

The Devil covered in blood raised his head, and the monarch holding the scepter lowered his head.

Their gaze spanned a thousand years of light and shadow.

The world was vast, this moment like a reunion.

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Sometimes black butterflies surged like clouds in the sky, and sometimes the scorching sun rose. The world switched rapidly between light and dark, and the discerning ability of the eyes lost its function at this moment. Everyone could only fight based on intuition. The concept of time became confused, the past and present mixing together.

Knights wearing thick armor from the legendary era were mixed with knights wearing exquisite chain mail. Godfrey the Guardian wielded his famous shield and axe, cutting a way forward for Legrand’s soldiers; Taranto, the Killing Spear, chopped the heads of holy knights into pieces one after another with a strange spear with blood grooves and fangs; Barcelo of Tuca raised his broadsword high…

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The scenes they saw on the murals in their family castles were vividly played out before their eyes.

Everyone finally believed in the ancient legends passed down from generation to generation.

Only such brave and unparalleled warriors could follow the original monarch and establish an unprecedented status for mortals on the land where the evil dragon crawled!

The battlefield turned into a true “bloody land”. When the war horses galloped, every step of the iron hooves left deep prints into the mud mixed with blood and pieces not flesh. The infantry and knights trudged among the corpses of the dead, and blood gathered into a river, the sound of it rushing among the clanging collision of swords.

Moore wiped the blood on his face and crawled out from the pile of corpses. He looked around the battlefield and found that suddenly the Holy Legion knights were no longer as brave as they were at the beginning. Some people had withdrawn from that fearless state and began to fearfully flee in every direction. The heroic knights riding skeleton war horses swept back and forth on the battlefield, killing everything in their path. The skeleton war horses were covered with extremely heavy armor, but when they galloped, they were as fast as lightning. The Holy Legion with collapsed morale ended up trampled by their iron hooves.

The change in the morale of the Holy Legion must be related to the battlefield in the sky. Moore endured the discomfort of his vision rapidly switching between black and white, and raised his head to see the battle situation in the sky.

Golden blood splashed in the sky, an angel folded his wings and fell from the sky.

The black butterflies, like maggots, caught up with the fallen angel and formed a whirlpool to surround him. When the black butterflies dispersed again, the seriously injured angel had already been torn into pieces. According to legend, the Holy Lord created these winged angels with light and his own blood. When they died, except for the golden heart formed by the blood of the Holy Lord, there were only flecks of light all over the sky.

The other two angels with blood-stained wings screamed in pain when they saw the death of their companion. At this moment, the angelic language turned into a pure sound wave, spreading in circles, directly stimulating the human soul. Moore covered his ears, but he still couldn’t stop the despair and sadness from pouring into his mind.

Among the heroic souls that transformed into knights of death, Godfrey the Guardian suddenly inserted two shield blades into the bloody ground. He then took out a bone horn that emitted rich majesty and blew it.

The moment the horn sounded, the resonance caused by the angels’ mournful cry was instantly dispersed. The sound of the horn was unlike any other horn sound they had heard before. It carried a trembling majesty and grandness. When the horn sounded, the soldiers felt the air vibrate, as if a gap had opened from the earth, and the soul of the evil dragon that had been buried for thousands of years broke out from the gap, flapping its wings.

Amidst the sound of the evil dragon spreading its wings, strong winds and flowing clouds surged around the Devil.

Under the siege of two seraphs, another angel was torn into pieces, and the Devil also paid a heavy price. The angel’s holy sword almost penetrated his heart. At this time, there was a bloody scar on his back that was deep enough to see the bone. The remaining power of the holy sword in the wound eroded outwards, and instead of healing, there were signs of expansion. On his left shoulder, holy fire burned tenaciously.

Opposite the Devil, the two mournful angels burned with bright flames. They have realized that today’s battle would pay the heaviest price, and they resolutely ignited their holy spirit at this time.

At the moment when the angel burned his soul, a magnificent hymn sounded loudly in the sky. The pure white light spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the black clouds that had been fighting on equal footing before were dispersed. The black butterflies coiling in the sky were also shattered one by one in the wind.

The Devil stood in front of the King’s throne of bones, blood dripping down the blade of the dragon bone sword, his own blood and the blood of his enemies.

The white light arrived in front of the Devil and split in the middle. He firmly protected the King behind him.

Just as the world was about to turn white, the holy fire burning on the Devil’s left shoulder suddenly extinguished. The wounds left by the holy sword on his back that were originally unhealable for evil creatures were shrinking rapidly and healed in an instant. Strong air currents surged high in the sky, and black butterflies once again whirled out from the mountain-like clouds.

Clouds quickly gathered in the sky where the King and the Devil were. The dark clouds were like ink, blackening the entire sky.

The King held a bone scepter in his hand, and under his silver helmet, his face was pale. In contrast, the power of the Devil was increasing second by second——at this moment, the King had transferred his control over this domain to him!

——I give you all my power. In this situation, you are the King outside the King!

The Devil did not look back, did not look at the King at this moment.

Many years ago, the monarch who was destined to have difficulty in trust from birth gave him all his authority and all his strength on the bloody battlefield, making him leap from an exiled nobody to a King outside the King. Thousands of years ago, they had teamed up to stage such a grand gamble.

He failed in that big gamble, so his monarch fell from the sky with the betrayer’s sword piercing his heart.

The ancient language that belonged to the Wall of Insects, the language that described all the sins and all the sad stories in this world, echoed against the overlapping hymns. The Devil held the blade of the dragon bone sword, the blade cut his palm open, and blood flowed along the blade.

To wash the sword with blood, to drink the blood with the sword.

The sky was suddenly swallowed up by black the moment the Devil’s blood flowed through the sword, and the angelic light was expelled from the sky. With all the authority given to him by the King, the Devil turned around and suppressed the two seraphs who burned their holy spirit.

——The will of the King was controlling the battle situation through the hands of the Devil.

This was something that the angels have never thought of!

They did not expect that there would be such reckless madmen as the Devil and the King in the world. They had clearly paid an absolutely heavy price for their gamble a thousand years ago, but a thousand years later they dared to arrogantly do the same thing as before!

Just like in this world, there was nothing worthy of their fear, even their bloody past!

The King on the throne, the Devil holding a sword and fighting bloody battles.

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They were the positive and negative sides of each other’s contract, and together they were the whole world.

The black butterflies fluttered their wings, and the sounds of thousands of wings converged into an evil funeral song from the deepest part of hell. It was a funeral song played for the gods and the past.

In the funeral song, the Devil squeezed the blade of the sword and violently swept out. His speed was so fast that the rapid air current in the sky could be called gentle in front of him. He turned himself into a sword, and now this sword was going to cut off all beings who dare to usurp the throne——whether they were angels or anything else!

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