The Bressian knights, who hacked their way out of the chaos, organized a charge with amazing perseverance, trying to save the gradually falling battle situation. But when they overcame the traps and the corpses of their comrades, and rushed into Legrand’s infantry formation, they discovered that the infantry, which had always been looked down upon by the knights, exerted unbelievable power at this time.

They formed a tough blockade with their long spears and shields and tight formation.

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Legrand’s defense line composed of knights and infantry withstood the charge again and again. The Bressian knights felt like they were attacking a swamp and could only sink in little by little.

“God protects all the warriors who fight for Him with His glory.”

The air was shaken, and a sound that seemed to come from the sky suddenly reached everyone’s ears.

Bressi’s knights saw a faint golden light passing over the earth. Wherever the golden light passed, every soldier of the Holy Legion felt a warmth that flooded his soul——just like the Virgin Mary pouring water from the holy spring on everyone’s head.

Bravery, tenacity, fearlessness…

All the beautiful qualities that knights should have were imposed on them at this moment. In the golden light, every member of the Holy Legion, no matter how timid or pathetic they were before, was majestic and sacred at this moment, just like they had really transformed into the warriors fighting for God in the holy book!

The three-wheeled sun rose slowly from the front of the Holy Legion, extremely dazzling and brilliant.

Just like in 217 AD, the heroic King Clemo converted to the Holy Court, so the benevolent God sent His army when his own army collapsed. Angels wearing armor and holding sharp swords now shone the light of the Holy Spirit on the earth. The Holy Legion was just like the warriors who had the cross drawn on their chests by the priest thousands of years ago, completely reborn from the ashes.

Three angels spread their wings in mid-air.

“God bless us! We will win every battle!”

In the middle of the army, the priest raised his cross high.

His voice swept over with a powerful force, like a church bell ringing heavily at sunset, and the heaven and earth became brilliant, like the coming of divine melody.

If for the Bressian knights and the Holy Legion, this glory was the light of the Holy Spirit that saved them, then for Legrand’s soldiers, this light was the darkness that pushed them to death. Three angels spread their wings in the sky, and white light fell from their wings. They stood high in the sky and under the angels, all mortals were ants!

Ants should be wiped away and crushed into dust.

Moore, who was holding a shield, was half kneeling on the ground. Big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and fell into the dirt mixed with blood and mud. He was one of the few people who knew the true cause of Duke Buckingham’s death. Before that, he had thought more than once about what kind of power could burn an imperial lion like the Duke to ashes.

​Now he knew.

In the face of such terrifying power, even standing up must bear strong pressure. If his will and fortitude hadn’t supported him, he would have been lying on the ground, waiting to be killed. Only a small number of the soldiers and infantry who could block the Bressian knights’ charge were struggling to hold on like Moore, and more had fallen down and could not move.

Why? Why should a mortal be like an ant?

Why should their victory be so casually erased?

Moore wanted to roar and curse, and the surging unwillingness gathered into the flames of anger. Their victory was achieved with the soldiers’ sacrifice and fearlessness of life and death! Why could God erase all of this with a wave of his hand?

“Stand up.”

The moment the angels’ wings spread out, Moore could hardly hold on and fell to the ground. But at this moment, a cold and majestic voice sounded. The mountain-like gravity that originally pressed on him was driven back by the sound, and another force pulled him from the ground.

“This is Legrand.”

The sun’s rays passed through the woods on the sloping highlands and were divided and broken. The smoke and beacon fire rising from the battlefield danced between the light pillars. From the sun, shadows and flames of war, a throne slowly rose from the earth. It was a throne that was beyond imagination and beyond the thinking of all artists.

A throne made of countless bones.

The moment it appeared on the earth, the originally clear sky suddenly became stormy, the wind roared, and the rustling of the forest became overwhelming. It was like this land of Legrand was cheering and dancing, welcoming the arrival of the monarch with the most unimaginable supreme standards!

The King sat on the throne of bones.

He wore silver armor, and the cold armor erased any soft lines. He was a monarch born in blood and battlefields, destined to command thousands of troops and conquer the world. He was holding a white bone scepter that the people had never seen before, and he was so majestic that he seemed to hold the most supreme authority in the world.

“The people of Legrand do not need to kneel to any god!”

The King faced the three angels suspended in the sky from a distance. Under his steel helmet, his eyes contained anger and murderous intent.

The moment he finished speaking, the golden light that spread to Legrand’s camp dispersed like a tide. The soldiers who were originally frightened by the angels’ arrival only felt that the voice sounded like thunder in their ears, resonating with their hearts, causing blood to rush through their veins, and courage and strength to return to their bodies.

“Fight for Legrand!”

Moore jumped up from the ground, raised his shield and spear high, and roared hysterically.

Don’t bow your head, don’t prostrate yourself, don’t crawl on the ground!

Because this was Legrand, the land of freedom!

They were the people of Legrand! They should stand upright on the earth!

The Devil stood on the ground, hiding in the shadow of the forest, looking at the monarch in the sky from a distance, and suddenly chuckled silently. This was the Majesty he was loyal to… when he had nothing left, he still decided to become the enemy of the gods! The most noble soul was born in the lowest race, and then burst out with incomparable brilliance.

His Majesty was born to be on the throne and rule the world!

Black mist filled the forest, and the Devil pulled out the dragon bone sword from the black umbrella and inserted it into the ground. A door to purgatory slowly rose.

“It’s you.”

Far away, in the sky, the face of the mortal monarch was printed in the mirror-like pupils of the angels. Thousands of years of dust have not made them forget the past——on the contrary, all those overridden memories were still as clear as yesterday. As an angel, the dignity of a divine being was trampled upon by a mortal for the first time.

“You are a sinner who has offended the gods!”

The seraph drew out his flaming sword and pointed it at the King who was confronting them on the throne.

The King looked coldly at the three wrathful seraphs, and he raised the bone scepter high.

“In the name of the monarch, I order the heroic souls to return and fight for Legrand!”

In the forest, the door to purgatory summoned by the Devil suddenly opened. The wind roared out, and in the wind, war horses neighed.

Legrand’s soldiers looked up in the wind and saw a huge army rushing out from behind them, gray clouds sweeping like tides. This should have been a terrifying and sinister scene, but as the knights riding skeleton horses approached, Legrand’s front suddenly let out a cry that resounded throughout the world.

All the Legrandian knights who participated in the battle saw——

An ancestor that the family was proud of!!

The first knight of the Lorraine family, Godfrey the Guardian!

The first knight of the Willer family, Taranto the Killing Spear!

The first knight of the Moore family, Barcelo of Tuca!

The first knight of the Rolandst family…

……

One by one, the knights who returned from hell and appeared on the battlefield were knights that all Legrand people were familiar with! They were the knights who followed the first monarch of Legrand to establish the great Legrand Empire on the earth! They were the most glorious followers of the Rose Family!

Their portraits hung in the galleries of the family castles. From the moment every nobleman was born, his memory was destined to be filled by the exploits of his family’s ancestors. His parents would point to the portraits of their ancestors and tell him about their family’s past. History and glory were passed down from generation to generation.

The reason why nobles were nobles was because they could trace their line back to heroic ancestors!

The reason why nobles were nobles was because they had to prove that their surname was worthy of it!

One after another, extraordinary knights appeared in front of the Legrandian soldiers. They who had turned into knights of death raised their swords high.

“Fight for Legrand!”

They shouted loudly.

A thousand years ago, they screamed like this with all their might.

A thousand years later, the heroic souls returned, and they remained unchanged.

Fighting for Legrand during life, and then doing the same after death!

“Fight for Legrand!”

One after another, Legrandian soldiers clenched their weapons, with tears in their eyes.

Who cared about angels and the Holy Lord? Their monarchs and their ancestors said that they were not at fault, so the guilt mentioned by God was just empty talk!

Fight for Legrand!

The King’s scepter pointed to the Holy Legion blessed by angels.

“Kill!”

The Legrand army led by the heroic souls collided head on with the Holy Legion, which was plated with the light of the Holy Spirit and looked like a bronze statue. The swords clanged, and everyone was fighting to the death.

Up in the sky.

The black butterflies gathered around the King, and the Devil who opened the door to purgatory and completed the first task walked out of the void. He stood beside the King, holding the dragon bone sword, and leaned slightly towards the King with a smile: “As you’ve ordered, Your Majesty.”

“The mortal king who signed a contract with a devil.”

A low and cold voice sounded. The three Seraphs did not look at what was happening on the ground but stared coldly at the throne suspended in the sky.

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The Devil stood at the side of the King, and together they formed a new era.

A new era for madmen and fanatics!

The angels held their fiery swords. The red fire rolled across the sky like ocean waves, and the space twisted and intertwined from the heat. They knew the horror of this pair of contractors a thousand years ago. After their return, they lost their original arrogance and planned to go all out from the beginning.

The King’s ice-blue pupils reflected the familiar sea of ​​fire.

“Kill them.”

He ordered.

The smile on the Devil’s lips widened, and he accepted the order happily.

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Before dawn, the sound of the horn had already spread throughout Legrand’s camp.

The order had been conveyed in advance last night. After hearing the horn, the soldiers quickly rearranged their armor and reorganized their formation in the slightly cold morning mist. The ground was filled with a faint blue mist. In the mist, the soldiers’ armors shone a cold glint, and the blades of their swords also flashed with cold light.

Near the Kava Mountains, vehicles carrying supplies were connected into a “vehicle formation”, providing a protection for the longbowmen extending out from the left wing of the King’s central army.

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The officers commanding various parts of the army were already in place.

Moore was in the center of the battlefield with the dismounted knights and infantry. He held a spear in his hand and looked at the sky, wondering whether the Bressi noble army would really arrive on the battlefield at this time as the King predicted. He didn’t know how the King made this judgment, but too long preparations for battle could easily make soldiers tired.

Seeing the thin blue mist on the ground gradually dissipating, Moore looked at the increasingly impatient soldiers around him and began to become a little nervous.

Just when he was about to blow the horn again to alert the soldiers, smoke and dust began to rise on the distant horizon.

“They’re coming!”

Moore became alert and gave orders loudly.

“Everyone get ready——”

The sun had just revealed a ray of light on the mountains, and its rays of light swept across the sky, while half of the earth was still in darkness. At this time, the Holy Legion composed of Bressi’s old nobles rushed over as the King expected.

In the command post, the King listened to the sound of the horn outside. He stood up and reached for the helmet placed on the side.

“They are coming.”

The Devil looked out of the window and suddenly flashed a murderous smile.

When the King heard this, he also glanced at the direction of Bressi’s army. The Head of the Households adjusted the snugness of each joint of the armor for him.

The Devil turned to look at him, and for a moment he felt as if time was turning backwards. They seemed to be back a thousand years ago. He was familiar with the appearance of his Majesty in full armor. As each part of the armor was assembled on the King’s body, his Majesty was like a noble rose tempered by steel. In the end, there was no softness, no warmth, but cold and unparalleled sharpness.

His sire was a sword powerful enough to cut through the world.

“Then let them come.”

The King put on his helmet, raised his head, his voice cold.

At this moment, all the anger and sharpness that had not yet been shed due to youth disappeared from the King. Standing here was a monarch who was invincible on the battlefield and dictated tens of thousands of lives.

“Then let us kill them, Your Majesty.”

The Devil laughed happily.

The King opened the door and stepped into the flames of war.

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The army led by Duke West had approached the Legrandian’s battle line.

The vast majority of the army led by Duke West was composed of the original Bressi heavy cavalry. The Bressians have always been proud of their knights. They believe that they were the most standard knights in the world, and charging was their role in battle.

The difference between Bressi’s knights and knights from other countries was that they all used heavy broadswords. When the Bressi knight armed with a broadsword and shield charged, he was magnificent. There was no word “retreat” in the dictionary of the Bressian knights. Because of this, every charge they made was overwhelming and powerful.

West’s plan was to launch an attack on Legrand’s camp while it was still dark.

Originally, Duke West did not plan to launch an attack on Legrand’s front so early. His initial plan was to arrive near Legrand’s front, take a short rest and then launch an attack.

However, last night, a light cavalry team from Legrand went around their rear and launched a night attack. The entire rear army was in chaos, and the unrest also affected the front army. The communication between the front and rear armies was not transmitted in time, causing the front army that was not attacked to also fall into commotion. In a confusion, the army began to advance.

By the time Duke West finally got in touch with that damn Rudolph, the light cavalry that attacked them had already retreated.

This night attack plunged the camp into chaos, and it would take a lot of effort to reorganize the camp. After discussion, the commanders generally believed that since the enemy was afraid of their attack and wanted to use night attacks to contain their march, they should simply respond to their trick and march through the night. Before Legrandians could wake up from their rest and arrange their battle formation, they would launch an attack on them.

Seeing that it was more difficult to control the army to stop and re-station than to march according to the situation, Duke West finally agreed to the plan.

“Dammit.”

However, when the two sides approached and he saw Legrand’s prepared attitude, Duke West’s heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

What shocked him was not only that Legrand’s soldiers had already formed their battle formation and were all lined and orderly while emitting killing intent, but also that on the slopes and highlands of the enemy camp, a group of knights slowly stepped onto the mountain line. They held scarlet banners and unfurled them in the cold morning mist. And in the middle of the knights, was their young emperor.

Duke West could only vaguely make out the appearance of King Legrand, but he felt that the other party was condescendingly overlooking the entire battlefield.

The plans they thought they made were based on seeing through the enemy’s reality, but in fact they were all part of the opponent’s calculations.

“My lord, what should we do?”

A young man wearing a priest’s robe urged his horse to Duke West and asked.

He was the envoy sent by Theolde and played a religious role in this Holy Legion. But before now, he knew that his role in this army would not be popular, so he remained silent and did not compete with Duke West for command of the army.

This was the first time he asked West about war plans.

“Attack!”

Duke West gritted his teeth and gave the order.

He knew his own business——the combat effectiveness of Bressi’s cavalry lay in the fact that they never retreated and were born to charge. Once they retreat, the order of the entire army would fall into chaos again.

The bronze horn blew, and all the Bressi knights raised their shields in one hand and their broadswords in the other, shouting in unison. The roars of the Bressian knights gathered together. This was their usual method on the battlefield to intimidate their opponents. However, the Legrand camp on the opposite side was quiet.

Just like a roaring waterfall falling into the abyss, there was no echo.

At this signal, which was different from the past, the horses of Bressi’s knights galloped forward, and they raised their swords and charged forward.

The priest watched the knights charge and shook his head imperceptibly. He looked up at the young emperor who was standing quietly on the hill overlooking the battlefield. Duke West couldn’t see the monarch’s face and expression clearly, but he could see it clearly——across the distant battlefield, the other party’s eyes fell on him accurately, and his ice-blue eyes were like the ancient and mysterious ice on snow-capped mountains.

They were so horribly sharp.

The priest backed away slowly.

In the middle of the army, surrounded by infantry, three carriages were parked quietly.

………………

“Shoot arrows! Shoot arrows! Let them know that Legrand is not a place for cowards!”

The commander yelled and cursed loudly on the battlefield, his voice almost hoarse.

“This is our territory! Throw these Bressi bastards out!”

Each longbowman was repeating the same actions, drawing arrows, stringing, and shooting. This was the most arrows they had ever shot in one battle in their lives. The sound of the bow and arrow leaving the string and breaking through the air gathered together, like a rapid and never ending whirlwind. Arrows covered the battlefield densely, like an overwhelming rainstorm.

There were so many enemies that they could shoot people or horses without aiming. Square-headed arrows modified by the military designers became more lethal than ever.

Duke West saw this scene from behind the frontlines and was furious.

The Legrands faced their knights with spear-wielding infantry. When the cavalry charged forward, the infantrymen stuck their spears on the ground, forming a dense forest of spears. What was even more insidious was that they dug a long trench in front of the infantry’s formation and pulled up horse ropes. When the Bressi knights rushed over, the careless cavalrymen were tripped by traps and horse ropes, which in turn blocked some of the cavalrymen who were coming from behind.

When the cavalry were successfully restrained by a legion of dismounted soldiers and infantry using spears, the longbowmen arranged by Legrand on the flanks seized the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.

No wonder King Legrand gave up on fighting with the same charging style. When arrows rained down from the left and right sides, the numerical advantage was quickly wiped out.

Duke West dared to guarantee with his own head that King Legrand must have mobilized all the most elite longbowmen in Legrand here for this round of killings. One by one, the Bressian knights were piled on top of each other in front of Legrand’s front, both still alive and already dead. The opponent refused to retreat and used the corpses of their own and the Bressiqn knights to build a battlefield wall.

“Kill those damn longbowmen first!”

Duke West shouted angrily.

“They are blocking our way!”

Some knights turned around and attacked the archers on both sides under the terrible rain of arrows.

The vehicle formations arranged by the King before played their role at this time. Each carriage was loaded with stones or wood, which was extremely heavy. They fell horizontally under the slope where the archers were, and though the cavalry launched two charges, other than leaving more corpses on the slope, there was no more gain.

Blood flowed into a river, and the entire grassland was dyed dark red.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

The Bressian officers shouted orders.

Some of the Bressian knights retreated, while some of the knights who adhered to the principle of “never retreat” continued to charge forward. Those who retreated blocked the way of those who advanced. The horses shot by arrows went crazy in the charging frontline, colliding every which way. At the same time, most of the infantrymen of Bressi’s army who acted as protection on the knight’s right wing were poor people who wanted to make a fortune. They did not even have complete armor. They were completely scared witless in this bloody battlefield and fled in all directions.

The knight who could not retreat could only use his sword to cut a bloody path through the chaotic army.

When the first group of defeated Bressi cavalry was mixed with the second group of charging cavalry, the third group of cavalry arrived.

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The third group of cavalry bypassed the chaotic frontal battlefield and wanted to advance from the side to attack Legrand’s dismounted soldiers. And just as they were moving diagonally to the side, a left-wing army led by Count Pane rotated towards the middle battlefield, and was about to form a closed encirclement.

“How awful.”

Looking at the bloody and chaotic battlefield, the priest shook his head helplessly.

He retreated to the three carriages and bowed.

“Our soldiers are brave but have no plan. They need help.”

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“Our scouts have discovered traces of the Bressi people.”

In the command room, the King stood in front of the table where the map was spread out, and found the location where the scouts discovered Bressi’s army.

“They are still a day’s journey away from us.”

This time the army’s command post was located in a small mill near the river. It happened to be at the intersection of two main roads. It was also the center point of the troops of Legrand’s three districts. If the King hadn’t refused, the Devil would have wanted to turn this humble little mill into a splendid little palace——and he could indeed do it.

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“To the east of us, Earl Pane’s army is likely to confront them first.”

The military officers participating in the meeting were discussing.

In the upcoming battle, Legrand’s knights have been replaced with a new combat role. Unlike the countries across the Abyss Strait, they were not accustomed to being placed at the front of the army to bear the main charge of the war. The combat position that had been deployed was mainly defensive. The King ordered most of his soldiers to dismount and combine with the infantry with spears to form a tight phalanx to resist the charge of Bressi’s cavalry and protect the archers who extended out at angles on the flanks. The remaining knights who were not selected were organized into the right wing army.

“Their army is divided into three groups,” said the King. “Duke West, Earl Rudolf, and Prince Malorin will each lead one.”

“I once fought against Prince Malorin at the Battle of Bouvines.” A military officer named “Noel” said, “He will not be happy to let his own soldiers suffer too many losses. If it is the army he commands, he is likely to try to serve as a reserve, or go up the river to avoid the frontal battlefield.”

“Excellent, our musketeers will teach him a lesson he will never forget at the intersection.”

When the King heard this, he smiled slightly.

The originally quite serious atmosphere was broken by the low laughter that suddenly erupted.

The commanders participating in the discussion exchanged malicious smiles with each other.

This time, the King did not organize the troops who had made great achievements in ambushing the Eternal Knights on the front of the battlefield. Instead they were arranged in the rear, closer to the angle between the forest and the sloping highlands in Douro City. The initial hand cannon, which had not yet reached perfection, had limited power on the frontal battlefield, but in narrow terrain, combined with the “Bloody Rose”, it could play a better interception and deterrent effect.

If Prince Malorin, who regarded his cavalry so preciously, really marched up the stream, wanting to take advantage of the stalemate on the frontal battlefield to attack Douro City. Then, he might be in for some distress under the gunfire of “Bloody Rose” and the musketeers.

——In narrow terrain, artillery was much more lethal to knights than longbowmen. The Eternal Knights have proven this with their own flesh and blood.

“Rudolph is not as strong as West. West will likely lead the main force to launch a frontal charge.” Moore was also in the combat command post.

He also participated in the battle against Bressi’s expeditionary force.

In fact, despite the large number of Bressian troops, they were not too fearful of an enemy for Legrand’s army. The war between Legrand and Bressi lasted for hundreds of years, and Legrand’s army was too familiar with Bressi.

“However, with the prestige of Duke West, although it is enough for him to assume the role of commander, it is not enough for him to impose orders and prohibitions. I think for him, how to maintain the order between the front and rear teams will be a very troublesome problem.” Sir Rand, a veteran general, said with a bit of Legrandian sarcasm, “Even if he has a plan that is not that bad, if he wants to execute it without it going wrong, he could only hope for the blessing of their Holy Lord.”

The King was thoughtful when he heard these words, and he suddenly asked a question: “If I remember correctly, our old ‘friends’ seem to be particularly fond of flaunting their chivalry?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The King who received an affirmative answer smiled. He straightened up and said in a slightly brisk tone: “Then, let us teach them a lesson——the old stuffy formations need to be eliminated.”

As he spoke, the King looked at Earl Pane——he was the commander in charge of the right wing of the army.

Earl Pane, who suddenly received the King’s attention, instantly got a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next moment, the King spoke in a friendly tone.

“I think you should be able to lead a light cavalry team around to the left side of Bressi’s rear and launch an attack, right? Mr. Earl.”

“Yes…it’s fine, but…”

Earl Pane suddenly stuttered.

“Of course, I don’t want you and the knights to die.” The King said, “Nighttime will be a good time to launch an attack. As hosts, we should let the guests coming from afar feel our hospitality—-—once their camp has become lively, you can retreat.”

“Yes…but, I’m afraid this is not in line with chivalry. Your Majesty.”

Poor Earl Pane was able to speak clearly now, but he still seemed a little hesitant. He was an experienced veteran and a somewhat conservative old-school knight. It was not in line with chivalry to go around to the enemy’s flank and launch a night attack.

“If they truly follow the spirit of chivalry, then they should not have appeared in Legrand at this moment.” The King replied, “Since we have an ingenious way to prevent the lives of our precious soldiers from being lost in vain, why refuse?”

“Do as I say, Mr. Earl.”

He could not refuse.

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The army was approaching Douro City, and the sky had also gradually darkened. West, who was leading the front line, sent an order for the army to suspend their advance and set up camp on the spot.

“I bet there’s no stupider way to march than ours.”

There was a distance between the front team and the rear team. In the command tent of the rear team, Earl Rudolf complained to his adjutant.

Rudolf was also an old nobleman from Bressi, and his reasons for participating in this Holy Legion movement were almost the same as West’s. But the Rudolph family and the West family have had a history of unpleasant frictions. This time when attacking Legrand, Rudolph was forced to agree with West’s leadership due to practical reasons, but it was obviously not an easy thing to convince him.

“There is no other way. Who allowed those people to be in his tent? My lord.”

The adjutant crossed himself.

Rudolf’s expression became even more ugly. He gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly: “That traitor… does he really think that everyone is blind?”

The tent suddenly became quiet, and no one answered.

In fact, everyone tactfully knew about the identities of those people. And precisely because of this guess, let alone West, even they may not be able to say even half of the word “no”.

“Sir, there is something I don’t know whether to tell you.”

The adjutant observed Rudolph’s face.

“Speak.”

“It’s like this…” The adjutant carefully organized his words, “I heard a rumor, yes it’s just a rumor, I can’t be sure whether it is true or false.”

“When did you become so hesitant?” Rudolph frowned.

“There are rumors that His Majesty Ferri III is not dead.” The adjutant gritted his teeth and said it directly, “I was thinking, if Ferri III is really not dead, isn’t it a bit risky for us to fully participate in this Holy Legion movement? What I mean is, should we send someone to get in touch with the relevant information? One can’t put all the eggs in just one basket, and it would be better to be prepared for everything, sir.”

“Ferri III is not dead?” Rudolf seemed to be burnt by the news and almost jumped a mile. His face was gloomy and uncertain, “But to Ferri, we are also traitors.”

He was referring to the Bressi Civil War and Prince Charles’s usperation of Ferri III’s throne before the Holy Empire was established. Ferri III failed to successfully pacify the rebellion like Pureland, his old rival, had and was instead forced to retreat northward. And in that civil war, most of the Bressian nobles sided with Prince Charles, who had the support of the Holy Court.

Rudolph was no exception.

But no one thought at that time that the Holy Court’s ambition and Theolde’s appetite were bigger and more terrifying than they could’ve imagined.

However, by the time they woke up, it was too late.

“Ferri III is not dead…”

Rudolph stood up and subconsciously thought about what impact this rumor would have on the current situation if it were true.

“Where did you hear this news?”

He paced around in the tent more than a dozen times and turned to look at his adjutant.

“From……”

Just as the adjutant was about to speak, the noise outside the tent interrupted him.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

A harsh and sharp sound sounded from outside the tent, followed by noisy footsteps.

“Dammit!”

Rudolph lifted up the tent and couldn’t help but cursed.

“That son of a b*tch West, the enemy has already come up from behind, and he still acts like a deaf man?”

In the dark night, someone was attacking their camp. The other party had somehow bypassed West’s army in the front and launched a night attack on them on their flank.

The flaming arrows cut across the night sky in the direction of the wind, and each one fell into the camp. The tents quickly burned, and in the firelight, the figure of the attackers appeared——it was a team of light cavalry that moved like the wind.

“Those bastards! Scoundrels!”

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An arrow flew past Rudolph’s tent, and he couldn’t help but shout curses.

The whole camp was in chaos and some soldiers unknowingly lost their lives in their sleep. After more people got up in a hurry, the enemy had already disappeared without a trace, while they were still only just pulling out their swords and shouting loudly. 

Rudolph had the intention to organize his soldiers to pursue and kill them, but the camp was in chaos. It was difficult to stop these confused idiots from killing each other let alone give pursuit.

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The main force of this army led by Pope Theolde was the Knights Templar, and the subsequent reserves were mainly composed of fanatic believers. The army started from the territory of the Mason family, bypassed the Puluo Hills on the left side of the Mason territory, crossed the Donard Plain, and headed all the way towards Newt City.

The marching route of this Holy Legion of the Holy Land was much longer than the route taken by Bress’s old aristocratic army led by Duke West to attack the city of Douro. However, the Knights Templar commanded by Pope Theolde were strict in order, lightly armed, and advanced much faster than the northern army composed of Bressi’s old nobles.

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A few days later, the Knights Templar arrived at the south side of the West Dort River, not far from Newt City.

“The wind is not in our favor, Your Majesty.”

Sisian accompanied Theolde and stood on the river bank to watch.

The wind blew from the northwest, and the fleet of small ships that had come up here along the lower reaches of the West Dort River on the order of the Pope gathered on the river. However, the wind was so strong that the fleet located on the south side of the river could not set sail. The West Dort River was turbulent and wide and at this time, the army that was the first to reach the river bank watched anxiously.

Originally, there was a bridge with two sides on the West Dort River. But at this time, the Legrand garrison on the other side of the West Dort River blew up the bridge early. Within sight, at the end of the broken bridge on the other side, stood a Legrand bunker as the outpost of Newt City.

The sky gradually darkened, but the wind direction never changed and the wind force did not necessarily decrease.

“The soldiers are already a little anxious.”

Sisian whispered to Theolde.

Their army moved so fast at the cost of giving up carrying a large amount of supplies. Before the march, the time required had been calculated, and everyone only carried the necessary food rations according to the time. If they were trapped by the wind and forced to stay here for one more day, the soldiers’ food rations would be consumed for one more day. This was a terrible thing for a main army of nearly 20,000 people.

It was Pope Theolde’s guarantee before departure that allowed such a huge army to make such a march plan that allowed no mistakes and no delays.

The guarantee made in the name of faith and gods was comparable to a double-edged sword. Although it could drive believers, it would also turn around and stab its wielder once it encountered resistance.

Sisian knew this very well and could not help but feel extremely anxious about it.

Pope Theolde glanced at him: “Our war is blessed by the Holy Lord.”

But the Holy Lord might not…

Sisian was about to say something when he saw Theolde walking forward.

Theolde, who was wearing a white robe, stepped on the wet sand on the river bank and kept walking forward. His actions caught everyone’s attention. As night fell, the sun hung slantingly on the top of the mountain in the west, and the bloody glow spread along the rapid river, sparkling brilliantly.

“Your Majesty!”

Seeing that Theolde was about to walk into the river, Sisian was startled and immediately rushed forward.

Theolde took a step forward, and the water from the river flowed under his robe.

He turned around as if he were saying Mass, as if the Father had spread his arms toward His people. Sisian’s steps paused suddenly. His familiar old friend carried a majesty like a towering mountain at this moment. The river surged past behind him, and the setting sun shrouded him in this scene that overlaid with the images on the title pages of all holy books.

At that moment, everyone thought they saw——

The Holy Father!

“The Holy Lord summons us and bequeaths you swords. He wants you to walk on the earth and establish His kingdom for Him. In the past, you have always been engaged in unjust wars; you have always been motivated by greed and arrogance and brandishing weapons against each other, thus you will suffer eternal death and damnation.”

“But I will now lead you to war that will bring everlasting glory.”

“This battle is a sacred battle! This battle is a battle that has received a divine blessing!”

“All that hinders us will turn into all that will protect us!”

Theolde’s voice carried far away in the wind, clear and powerful, with unshakable majesty. The crowd exclaimed, not only because of this moment, the strong majesty displayed by Pope Theolde in front of them, but also because of the miraculous scene happening in front of them——

Following Theolde’s firm words, the wind coming from the northwest gradually changed its direction.

As soon as the last command-like words fell, the wind blew wildly between the sky and the earth, whistling loudly on the other side of the river——the direction of the wind had completely changed!

The sails of the fleet, which was stuck on the river and was unable to move forward, suddenly flapped and fluttered.

Heaven reflected Theolde’s words!

“Fight for the Holy Empire! Fight for glory!”

Theolde said loudly.

“Fight for the Holy Empire! Fight for glory! God bless us!” Sisian shouted, pulled out his sword and raised it high. Behind him, all the silver-armored warriors drew their swords at the same time. The last ray of light from the sky slanted across the earth, and their swords pointed at the sky, appearing as majestic as a forest.

The sails were beating, and the army began to board the ship quickly. With unprecedented high morale, thousands of troops crossed the river.

On the other side of the river, the Legrand soldiers who were paying close attention to the enemy did not hesitate to start shooting arrows from the guard bunker at the army crossing the river. On the top floor, someone blew the bronze horn vigorously.

The desolate horn sound echoed between heaven and earth, and the war had begun once again.

………………

The earth was flooded with the flames of war, and armies and soldiers seemed to be rushing to the battlefield all the time.

The scarlet royal Rose flag flapped in the wind. The King led an army of more than 10,000 people across the Kava Mountains to the west of Yoringshire County, and arrived early in the northeast of Yoringshire County, at the foot of the Kava Mountains, near the city of Douro.

What they were about to face was an army of around 30,000 people. As the armies of both sides continued to approach, the scouts were finally able to monitor the enemy’s army again. Their opponents were not the Knights Templar, but a huge army composed mainly of the cavalry of the old nobles of Bressi.

After the enemy’s military situation was determined, the military officers had no choice but to be convinced of the King’s decision.

——The Knights Templar did not protect Pope Theolde in safe territory, but went out on the battlefield with the Pope.

Pope Theolde’s military plan was far more bold than the military officers imagined. Douro and Newt were both his targets——he had divided his forces. If they really acted according to the battle plan drawn up by the military officers, then when they concentrated all their efforts on defending either Douro or Newt, the other one would definitely be breached.

By now, when the King led his troops to arrive in Douro City in advance, General Johan was also leading another army to launch an operation against the Knights Templar.

Today’s Legrand battlefield——or the battlefield in this world——was like a game of chess, with the Pope and the King rapidly fighting each other on the chessboard with pieces in hand. Only the two of them were equally matched opponents. The army, the people, the country, the faith… were all pawns driven by them.

They pushed the entire war situation into an unpredictable frenzy, and even pushed themselves into this frenzy.

This was a battle of two kings.

Outside Douro City, where Legrand’s army was stationed.

The King rode his war horse slowly, inspecting his troops. Everywhere he went, the soldiers stationed raised their swords high and saluted their king.

The King responded with a knightly courtesy in return——whether they were infantry, archers, or reserve soldiers. 

The Devil accompanied the King, and he happily disguised himself as a human knight——and except for his excessively pale face, he indeed looked no different from a human being. In the eyes of the Devil, human soldiers were just ants and did not deserve the King’s attention at all.

However, he still concealed his disdain for these ants very well——after all, they were His Majesty’s army.

In fact, the sudden appearance of a completely unfamiliar knight beside the King still attracted the attention of many people. Moreover, this strange knight had practically replaced the position of the Head of the Households, accompanying the King at all times. However, the King seemed to acquiesce to this, and although the military officers were unhappy, there was nothing they could do.

“How did you guess that the main force attacking Douro City would be the main force of Bressi’s old nobles and not the annoying knights of the Holy Court?”

When the Devil was willing, he would never let the atmosphere fall into silence, and obviously, at this time, the King was more concerned about the current battle situation than other things.

“Because compared to the title of Pope, the title of the Emperor of the Holy Empire is more suitable for Theolde.” The King passed by the stationed longbowmen troops and while checking whether the trenches to protect the longbowmen had been dug, he replied, “He would not allow his army to disobey his command. Instead of waiting for Bressi’s old nobles to interrupt his plan in the middle of the war, it would be better for them to choke a hard bone first and learn a lesson. On another aspect, Douro City is relatively close to Herrid City, and if there is really too much impact on the battle, the Blessed Ones from Herrid City will intervene in the battle.”

While speaking, the King left this battle line and moved to the next battle line amid the salutes of the longbowmen.

The King chose a gentle highland in front of Douro City as a place to deploy tactics and troops. It was sandwiched between the Kava Mountains and the northern plains of Donard. On one side of the highland was the forest, while on the other side a stream flowed slowly through it, and in front of the battlefield was a low depression. The King’s army deployed here would rely on the forest, towns and villages, and open a battle network to intercept the old aristocratic army of Bressi.

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“And….”

The King revealed a cold smile.

“He knows that we would definitely intercept the old nobles of Bressi.”

The city of Douro was too close to the Doma River. In the long run, it posed a greater threat to Yoringshire County than the city of Newt. Because once the city of Douro was controlled, the fleet of the Holy Legion was likely to pass through the Doma River and attack Yoringshire County from the waterway together with the army on land.

During their conversation, a scout hurried over.

The King reigned in the reins.

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The wind was howling outside the window, and the clouds were rolling in the sky. The pale and thin crescent moon appeared and disappeared in the surging dark clouds. Even before the Devil appeared in the room, the King had sensed signs of his coming.

This was completely different from the previous silent arrival of the Devil.

He was gradually becoming extremely powerful.

The scent of blood lingered around the Devil. He was the first ancient existence to crawl out of the Wall of Insects. Killing and avenging quickly restored his strength. Under the pale and cold appearance, he was approaching his original image—-—the true form that symbolizes chaos, evil and killing.

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The King looked through the window at the moon hanging high in the sky, looking at the dark clouds like waves carried by the strong wind in front of the moon, thinking about something that happened a long time ago.

On the barren rocky beach at the end of the world, there were countless jagged black boulders, criss-crossing the earth, like the fangs and claws of the earth. Bones were everywhere, and the wind wailed as it passed through the black boulders. He walked through the white bones, through the black boulders, through the strong winds coming from all directions, and reached the deepest depth.

There, he saw the existence he was looking for.

The moment the contract was signed, a strong wind rose in the sky, as if the winds of the entire world had gathered there. Dark clouds like thick ink rolled in the wind, and in an instant the dark red sky was filled with black clouds as big as mountains. The layers of black clouds were rapidly changing shapes in the wind, and they were as ferocious as all the resentful souls who were trapped and died at the end of the world were roaring with jealousy, roaring to keep the Devil who could break out of here, and leave behind them. Wanting to tear the King into pieces, he who dared to take the Devil out of this prison.

The endless white bones on the ground were rolled up into the sky, like a continuous rainstorm.

The hatred and malice of countless monsters filled the black clouds, and the clouds overturned from the sky and reached toward the ground.

“Piss off.”

The freed Devil flashed a cold smile, and countless chains engraved with ancient scriptures, centered on the black boulder where he stood, rose into the sky with a harsh screeching sound.

White bones, black clouds and chains collided, causing white bones to turn to ashes, and black clouds to roll back.

Those were the chains that were originally used to trap the Devil. The moment he regained his freedom, they were corroded and manipulated by him, and were shattered into pieces together with the malice.

The black clouds dissipated, but the heaven and earth did not recover.

The thick black mist surged in all directions with the most terrifying evil aura. Amidst the shattering of the iron chains, the freed Devil spread his arms, and countless black butterflies swirled and rushed out of the ground. The sky and the earth were filled with murderous intent and hatred, hatred for the gods and the entire world.

The King stood in the fierce wind, and at that moment he clearly realized that he had unleashed the most terrifying devil in the world.

The sounds of the flapping wings of black butterflies gathered together and poured into his mind. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and calmly looked at the Devil venting his anger. Before he traveled thousands of miles to the end of the world, he already knew what kind of existence he would face… the most terrifying devil in hell who was known for his cunning and treachery.

“Your Majesty?”

The Devil approached the King, followed the King’s line of sight, and looked out the window.

His dark pupils stared at the sky. The surging black clouds instantly dissipated, the wind stopped, and the crescent moon and stars reappeared in the sky. The night in Yoringshire County returned to tranquility.

……

A hand that was extremely pale and cold compared to humans pressed on his own.

The tidal black mist calmed down, the black butterflies landed on the white bones that turned into fine sand, and the earth was covered with evil. In the center of the evil, the newly contracted monarch and the knight stood face to face. The monarch’s sword was half unsheathed, the cold light was sharp, and the hell knight was still shrouded in murderous intent.

They were in a stalemate for a while.

The murderous intent surrounding the Devil subsided and dissipated. He slowly pushed back the King’s half-unsheathed sword, then let go and stepped back halfway, half kneeling on the ground.

At your service, Your Majesty.

……

The Devil’s voice rang in his ears, and the King came back from the intertwined memories. He lowered his head to look at the map on the table.

“For the Holy Legion of the Holy Land, Douro City and Newt City are both good footholds. Currently, the old Bressi nobles account for half of the Holy Legion of the Holy Land. The establishment of the Holy Empire has naturally suppressed their power and influence so it will not be easy for Theolde to make this part of the army obey him. Before the construction of the Throne of God Pier is even completed, the Blessed Ones are already mobilized to join the military operation. Theolde putting such an important chess piece on the battlefield means his goal would not be only limited to just Douro City or Newt City…”

The King frowned slightly and examined the map.

“Your Majesty.”

The Devil suddenly interrupted him.

His face looked a bit gloomy under the dim candlelight.

“You seem to be in a bad mood lately?” The Devil asked in a half-joking tone, but his expression clearly didn’t mean that. “I can feel your unhappiness even in hell… Did someone make you angry?”

The King realized that the reason why the Devil rushed to the mortal world today covered in the scent of blood not dissipated was not just for the saints who were about to be sent to the war by the Pope.

There were other reasons.

The Devil sighed and said in a complaining tone: “You were very sad some time ago… I couldn’t help but want to leave hell and burn the world with fire. Our contract will let your emotions affect me, Your Majesty.”

The calmness on the King’s face suddenly disappeared. He stood up, took a step back, and his face disappeared into the darkness.

“They were destined to leave you, and serving you was their honor, not your sin. Besides… who else will always stand by your side besides me?”

The Devil took a step forward with a smile that seemed careless.

“Don’t feel sad for them all the time.”

He stretched out his hand, covered the King’s eyes, pressed his pale and cold fingers on the King’s brow, and exerted slight pressure. With a hint of coldness and dissatisfaction, he wanted to wipe away the fatigue and depression from the King’s brow.

“You will make your most loyal knight feel aggrieved. My dear majesty.”

He whispered in the King’s ear, still carrying the bloody scent from the battlefield.

Even if he wore the most human-like skin, he was still a devil, possessing the characteristics of hell creatures… evil, chaotic and deeply hostile. In the past, he didn’t mind pretending to be harmless in front of the King, but under this human skin, he was always a monster from hell.

“Be fair, Your Majesty.”

The Devil said, bowing his head to kiss his lord.

The King realized again——

He had indeed unleashed one of the most terrible devils, and he was currently serving him.

……………………

The sun shone on the earth, and the long army marched on the Donard Plain.

The terrain in central Legrand was relatively less rugged than in the south, and was generally flatter. But this was only from an overall perspective. In fact, in this area extending from the central coastline, the terrain was mainly flat land and hills, with the terrain slightly sloping from west to east. Small mountain ranges were distributed longitudinally in parallel, and plains were mixed between hills and mountains.

West unfolded a map provided by the priest and tried hard to confirm his route based on the icons on the map. 

Summer had come, but there was still a bit of sultry heat in early autumn. West was wearing heavy armor, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

“Damn the weather.”

He muttered and complained, reflecting on why he wasn’t enjoying wine and women back in Bressi… no, what should be the territory of the Holy Empire now, but came to suffer in Legrand, the country of madmen.

Well, it was all because of the damn Holy Empire, damn Theolde——though he didn’t dare to say this out loud.

West was the commander of this advancing Holy Legion. He was originally a duke of the Kingdom of Bressi, with a vast territory in a wealthy area of Bressi. However, since the Bressi Kingdom became the Holy Empire, his status as a duke, who had to be respected even by King Bressi, had deteriorated day by day.

The reason why Duke West joined the Holy Legion movement was for this reason.

The Emperor of the Holy Empire, Pope Theolde, was a strong and ruthless ruler. In the Holy Empire under his rule, Duke West could not find a way to restore himself to his previous status and prestige. And this Holy Legion movement was a unique opportunity.

He was determined to make Theolde understand through this Holy Legion movement that even though he was ruling the Holy Empire now, without the military support of nobles like them, Theolde was just an emperor in name. If he wanted to continue ruling Bressi for a long time he must rely on their strength. To take a step back, even if Theolde failed to make concessions to them and restore their status, they could still occupy land on Legrand and collect wealth to make up for their losses from “Bressi” becoming the “Holy Empire”.

There were many old Bressi nobles who had the same intentions as West, and they assembled a large army to participate in this war.

However, now, on the way to Douro City, Duke West had begun to doubt whether his decision was correct.

But now that the matter had come to this, they actually had no choice but to move forward.

After Duke West confirmed that the direction was correct, he raised his head and glanced at the hills ahead, and ordered to continue moving forward.

“Oh Holy Lord, may we be able to successfully capture Douro City before the Knights Templar do.”

Duke West made the sign of the cross on his chest.

——It would be great if that guy Theolde led the Knights Templar into a big pit.

He added in his heart.

………………

While Duke West was leading his Holy Legion, which was mostly composed of Bressi’s old nobles, in another place, the Knights Templar were traveling on another march route, heading for another target.

In the silent and majestic torrent of silver armor, there was an iron carriage with exquisite decoration and safety. Inside, Pope Theolde was playing chess with his old friend Sisian.

“West seems to have another purpose, Your Majesty.” Sisian said while moving the chess pieces.

“What means are we going to use to make those who don’t obey us obey us?”

Pope Theolde pushed the black “knight” to move one space diagonally outward on the chessboard.

The knight was sent to Sisian’s chess piece by Theolde, and Sisian took advantage of the opportunity to eat it.

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“Let them suffer a little first.” The Pope answered unhurriedly.

“Compared to Hermóðr’ and Ferri III, you seem to be more wary of Pureland?” Sisian asked speculatively.

“Yes.”

“But he is the youngest.”

“Pureland…” Theolde started, then he stopped and looked at the chess game, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head slightly, “That is a terrifying monarch who is like a monster.”

After a pause, he added meaningfully.

“A true monarch.”

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With only a little over 30,000 people fighting against more than 100,000 people, the pressure and difficulties they needed to face were obviously completely different from those in previous wars. However, in the King’s view, this did not mean that they have no advantages. In contrast to Theolde’s intention of attacking urgently and quickly destroying Legrand’s defense, Legrand only needed to hold on to its defense and prolong this time as long as possible.

Another point was that no matter how talented Theolde was and how outstanding his achievements as a pope were, this was still his first time participating in a war. In the eyes of the military officers, his strategic skills were far less important than his praying for them before setting off for the expedition.

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This had nothing to do with status or position. War was a chess game in which blood and heads compete. Neither bloodlines nor status was enough to convince people. If you want to establish prestige, you need one irrefutable victory after another.

Theolde needed this.

He would not delay, the Knights Templar would attack quickly, thus establishing his personal prestige among this large army.

This battle must be a sure thing for the Knights Templar, and they need a good start. For this reason, the target of the battle would not be directly aimed at Yoringshire County, but a key but relatively weak city, or a target that they were sure of.

The main point of dispute among the officers was whether the target would be Douro City or Newt City, east of Yoringshire County.

——Of course, some people think that the Knights Templar would mainly focus on protecting the safety of the Pope and should be at the rear of the army instead of charging into battle from the early stage.

During the dispute, the Head of the Households hurriedly walked into the war conference room.

He reported something in a low voice next to the King. The King nodded, leaving the staff to continue the discussion. He and the Head of the Households left the conference room first.

“He was a slave who escaped from Porto and passed through the Kava Mountains on the right side of the Kava Plain.”

The Head of the Households summarized succinctly as he walked.

The officers were used to the King himself suddenly leaving the meeting room in the middle of discussions.

Although the Eternal Knights were destroyed in a premeditated ambush by the King, as one of the elite branches of the Holy Court, they also caused some considerable trouble for the King. When they attacked cities and plundered territory along the route of their last rebellion, in addition to looting villages and towns, they also performed the tasks that a vanguard unit would complete——

They completely destroyed the outposts they passed and burned the makeshift observation towers to the ground.

The eyes used by Legrand’s army to determine the enemy’s movements and purposes were destroyed during the advance of the Eternal Knights. They made a key pavement for the subsequent invasion of the Holy Legion.

In this case, in order to obtain information about the invaders, the King had to find another way.

In the past, it was not an easy thing for ordinary people to meet the King. This time, the King received everyone who came to give him information about the invaders——whether they were commoners or slaves. The Head of the Households who followed the King knew better than anyone else how far the King had gone to win this war.

Oh heroic souls of the late kings, please protect Your Majesty and Legrand.

Looking at the King’s face, which had become increasingly cold since the beginning of the war, the Head of the Households prayed sincerely.

He saw how a young monarch gradually turned into a cold-blooded emperor who would always remain calm.

Not everyone’s information was valuable. What the Head of the Households could do was to help the King confirm whether these people who were meeting him would pose any danger to the King. In addition, the authenticity and value of the news could only be judged by the King himself. And often, if one or two out of ten messages were valuable, it was already very good.

However, this time, the slave named “Al” brought important news to the King.

During his escape, he once saw some local priests riding carriages in the direction of Porto Port.

“Priests?”

The King frowned slightly.

After Al retreated, the King thought for a while, then turned to the Head of the Households and said, “Send a message to Herrid City immediately so that the attack on the Throne of God Pier can begin in advance.”

“Do you think that the Blessed Ones will assist the Knights Templar in leaving Herrid City and launching an attack?”

The Head of the Households understood the hidden information in the King’s order, and his expression changed slightly.

From the beginning of the war to now, the Blessed Ones had not appeared on the battlefield of Legrand. Previously, the Head of the Households had reported an optimistic attitude, thinking that this was because hell and angels were at war, and angels would not come to the battlefield again. But listening to the King’s words at this moment, it seemed that although the angels were in a stalemate with hell and could not appear on the earth as legions to sweep Legrand, there were still a few angels who could continue to come to the mortal world in the form of the Blessed Ones.

The King made no answer.

He looked out the window.

Both he and the Rose family have too many past grudges and hatreds with angels and gods. And this time, if Theolde wanted to continue to control angels to intervene in the human battlefield, no matter which angel set foot on Legrand’s land, their head would be cut down.

The Head of the Households felt that the King’s profile lines only became sharper at this moment.

The icy blue eyes that were symbolic of the Rose family were like a knife being slowly unsheathed in the darkness, the cold light flashing faintly on the blade.

The fate of mortals was left to the control of mortals. Anyone who wanted to interfere would have his hands cut off.

………………

Mela folded his wings, swooped down from the sky, and landed on the dock of Blackstone Royal City.

Captain Hawkins, who was transformed into an undead form, chewed a grass root in his mouth and sat on the top of the mast, watching the huge crow turn into a handsome young man when it landed, and greeted him cheerfully.

Mela threw a golden heart in his hand towards the Dragon Wing Battleship, turning a deaf ear to Captain Hawkins’s greeting.

During this period of time, Mela had a first-hand experience of what the Walway pirate captain was like. Mela firmly believed that the reason why he was able to serve as His Majesty’s naval general was entirely due to his shamelessness.

The dragon head on the bow of the Dragon Wing Battleship with autonomous consciousness opened its mouth and swallowed the golden heart just like a real dragon. After the heart was swallowed by the Dragon Wing Battleship Knopfler, the speed of damage recovery on the battleship accelerated several times.

The alchemists a thousand years ago designed the Dragon Wing Battleship based on the evil dragon. 

The daily bantering and tomfoolery of the battleships and pirates was just an appearance. They actually retain the ferocity and bloodthirstiness of true dragons. In the habit of an evil dragon, it often liked to devour enemies that harm it to replenish its own damage, and the Dragon Wing Battleship also retained this practice.

If they were injured by an angel, they would feed on the angel and replenish themselves back.

Full of primitive brutality and violence.

Hawkins sat on the mast, humming a tune and watching his partner recover bit by bit, with a lingering gloom deep in his eyes.

The fate of a pirate was an endless cycle of revenge and deadly battles. If any unlucky guy became a pirate one day, he would have to get used to the vagaries of the sea. The guy you drink with today may die from an unlucky arrow tomorrow.

This was nothing, they all knew, this was the life of a pirate.

Griselda perished together with the Throne of God, and most of his remaining crew members were killed in the battle of Koszoya Port… This was nothing, he had long been accustomed to avenging those who have left around him.

“To hell with nothing!”

Hawkins jumped from the mast, stepped on the deck and cursed angrily.

Mela glanced at him.

Normal, this guy was throwing a crazy fit again.

If it were not for the restraint of the Dragon Wing Battleship, some time ago, he would have run to the battlefield where the angels and the army of death were fighting in hell, with the hope of finding his crew and mates in the long River of the Departed. He was afraid there was something wrong with his brain.

Once the dead entered hell, they could never be resurrected or leave hell.

This was the eternal law between heaven and earth.

The reason why the previous crew members were able to return to the battleship and become undead pirates was because they had a contract with the battleship, and they had Griselda’s power, and finally the King’s permission. Only then could they leave. But now?

The current hell was a battlefield that could not be more chaotic.

A steady stream of departed souls climbed up from the river, assisting the army of death to fight with the angels. The angels’ flames were like a meteor shower, dragging a long tail as it fell down towards the boiling hell. The bloodkin attendants and archangels have also joined the battlefield at this time. After the higher-level forces of both sides joined the battle, every collision of forces was enough to clear out all the creatures in that area.

Who knew how many of the departed souls in the cleared area were antiques from centuries ago, and how many were newly deceased people from the human battlefield?

The war between angels and hell was a collision between order and chaos.

In such a collision, it was as if everything would be destroyed.

Thinking about this, Mela raised his head and glanced at the sky.

He suddenly frowned.

He noticed that three seraphs had disappeared in the clouds.

But Mela soon breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the Devil had also disappeared.

………………

“Good evening, Your Majesty”

The Devil’s cheerful voice sounded.

The earth was shrouded in darkness, the sky and the earth were dim, it was the perfect moment of encountering a devil.

The King stood in front of the battle map, with his hand propped on the table as he looked down at the markings on it. Hearing a familiar voice behind him, he looked back.

Compared with before, he carried the scent of blood that had not yet dissipated. It seemed that he had just come off the battlefield, and blood was still dripping from the edge of his black tailcoat. It was unclear whether it was his own or the enemy’s.

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The King raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the blood dripping on the ground, and said nothing.

“I am very happy that you have upheld our contract so far.”

The Devil walked over calmly, took the King’s hand naturally, and kissed it.

The King looked at him and said nothing.

“Of course… I also remember that you only have one scepter.”

The Devil added.

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