Throne of the North

"Twilight is His gaze, and the world falls into eternal night."

Baron Williams didn't know when he came to Hernan. He knelt on the ground respectfully, then raised his head and said to Hernan in humility and supplication.

"Are you willing to become a believer in our Lord?"

His expression was extremely uneasy, but full of unquestionable orders.

In His Highness Hernan's eyes, the war in front of him was no longer there. The blood of the fighting was like burning flames in his eyes, as blazing and bright red as the flaming clouds in the sky at dusk and sunset.

His eyes gradually became dull, because in the depths of his soul, he was looking directly at a great being, His supremacy, His omniscience and omnipotence. He just looked at Hernan, Let the latter gaze at the dusk flames reflected in the world by his power, and his whole body will tremble.

Hernan was unable to answer Williams' question because he was already crazy with excitement. On his body, the dusk reflected the hazy flames. In the flames, there were ancient whispers and his own murmurs.

"Your bloodline has long been cursed, spurned, and exiled at the end of the abyss. Only my Lord can save your bloodline."

"Let your blood and your past glow with new glory in the dusk. You will become the king of Andara, and in you, the blood will be great again."

"You just have to...believe in the glory of my Lord."

Williams murmured piously. He used a dagger to outline a twelve-pointed star pattern on his chest. He raised his head with blood dripping but extremely pious. Looking at Hernan at this moment, he was as humble as a believer facing a god.

"I pray for your return, I pray for you to give me strength, and I will bring you... more joy."

A hoarse roar gradually appeared in Hernan's mouth, roaring like a beast, but soon it became a sacred and noble voice.

"I...permit your sacrifice."

In an instant, dusk disappeared, and when the night came, the afterglow of dusk also cast its last light on Williams.

So this helpless baron became bloated in just a few seconds, his flesh and blood twisted and reorganized. There seemed to be some kind of inexplicable monster in his body, but his skin was never damaged. .

He stood up, his figure loud and heavy, as towering as a mountain peak.

Baron Williams looked at his hands, and he was pleasantly surprised by the unparalleled power. He succeeded, and easily obtained the legendary power.

"Only faith is the most perfect transcendence. Others have practiced power for many years, but I only need it in an instant."

He laughed, then looked into the distance, looking into the eyes of Archduke McReynolds.

"mortal……"

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly discovered that Archduke McReynolds had disappeared.

Did he avoid himself? Baron Williams thought, and then laughed.

What about Emperor Feng? It’s not like you have to crawl under the skirt of my Lord.

"Woo——"

Trumpets sounded in the distance, and Archduke MacReynolds retreated.

"Ability God..."

He whispered in a low voice that the reason why he did not face Baron Williams and retreat was because he did not want to have too much involvement with the alien god. Unless he could kill the other party and obtain the divine origin of the other party, he might be able to possess a demigod. form.

But the power given by that alien god can turn mortals into legends, which means that he is still alive... and is extremely powerful.

McReynolds was not willing to face such an enemy, and he did not care even if he lost the war.

"Don't force me..."

The Feng Emperor's eyes revealed the madness hidden deep in his pupils.

If it really comes to a life-and-death situation, he doesn't mind fighting with the gods in the world.

On this day, Pastor Soto, the court priest of the Kingdom of Andara, received a letter from Grand Duke McReynolds. This high-ranking priest, second only to the king in the entire kingdom, had an extremely ferocious expression on his face the moment he received the letter. Madness.

"Heretic! How dare you come to the world where our Lord is watching!"

His eyes suddenly looked deep into the palace, and his voice became cruel.

"Andara royal family, cursed bloodline..."

On this day, Pastor Soto left the royal city without saying goodbye and went to the most prosperous city in the kingdom, the Wall of Dawn, a huge city that believed in the dawn.

At the same time, more than 100,000 devout Dawn believers in the Andala Kingdom went to the city in various ways as pilgrims.

On the battlefield to the west.

The coalition forces were chasing the fleeing McReynolds family's army, and they tasted victory. These soldiers may not be good at fighting without fear of death, but they know how to fight a smooth war.

"The head of McReynolds, the traitor of the kingdom, will be hung high in the king's palace. The world will see the price of betrayal. The dignity of the kingdom cannot be desecrated!"

There are fanatical nobles roaring. They are loyal to their king and cannot tolerate the betrayal of other followers, even if he is a grand duke or a powerful legend.

"For my king!"

"For my king!!!"

Thousands of soldiers were roaring. The power they unleashed at this moment was terrifying. They were no longer afraid of death. It was not that they were not afraid of death, but in the face of the fanatical blood, nothing could stop them from fighting for their lives. King's loyalty.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. The dignity and loyalty of the royal family of the Andara Kingdom in this land are still high.

After chasing for a full two kilometers, the heavy horn sounded and the soldiers returned.

They didn't know that the soldiers in front of them who had already died on the battlefield, their fear.

They thought that the other party was just like themselves, and their loyalty to the king covered up their fear of death, so they launched an attack.

Most of the people who saw that scene had died, and the few who remained were also devout believers of Dusk.

In Hernan's military tent, the nobles and knights were jubilant.

"Your Highness, your talent is unparalleled in the world. Under your leadership, we will defeat the traitor McReynolds, and you will take back the land given to the Grand Duke of Griffin as the crown prince of the kingdom!"

"No one will be able to shake your majesty!"

After complimenting His Royal Highness, everyone's eyes also turned to Baron Williams. They knew that the other party was commanding this war.

A pair of eager eyes, a noble who can command an army of 100,000 and defeat McReynolds, he will become a favorite of the kingdom.

Baron Williams humbly dealt with everyone's kindness, but Allah Leta, who was sitting in the corner, had doubts in his eyes.

As a legend, even if he became a witch, he felt something was wrong. He had seen this Williams before, just a silly little noble, and he was cautious in front of everyone and didn't dare to provoke him.

But now, the contempt hidden in the depths of his eyes could not be hidden from him.

Did the victory of this war make him swell? Or...

Allah felt something was wrong, not only Baron Williams, but also His Highness Hernan. The other party's eyes were very much like a king... No, more indifferent and majestic than a king.

The nobles had been in for so long, and he didn't say a word. It seemed that everyone in front of him was like an ant and not worth noting.

He didn't know what happened. His witch and ghost army didn't even participate in today's war. The Leta people, who were used to being excluded and isolated, couldn't ask about the difference they felt at the first time.

What if it was like this?

As a witch and ghost, he was not very good at the twists and turns between nobles.

In the next few days, under the command of Baron Williams, the army conquered two-thirds of the land of the Grand Duke McReynolds family.

Basically, the army could occupy it as soon as it arrived. Although the Grand Duke's territory was large, the main population and army were gathered in key places.

South, Unicorn Fortress.

Listening to the news from the north, Otto was a little irritable.

"What's going on? How could my father lose? The witch and ghost army of the Leta family, plus the armies of several other earls, are not my father's opponents at all."

Only after occupying the Unicorn Fortress did Otto truly understand how powerful his father was.

With his own strength, he broke through the extraordinary defense of the Unicorn Fortress, so that he only had to face one-tenth and weak enemies.

How could such a person, such an emperor of the wind, be defeated in the war?

He was a little impatient, but there was no explanation in the letter from the north.

Grand Duke McReynolds did not give any explanation, but a declaration personally issued by the Andara Kingdom gave Otto the answer and shocked the entire southern continent.

"The crown prince of the kingdom, His Highness Hernan, betrayed his bloodline, betrayed the Lord of Dawn served by the kingdom, and became a heretic!"

"The Andara Kingdom deprived Hernan of his surname and expelled him from the tribe. He is no longer the crown prince of the kingdom, no longer the crown prince of the kingdom. He is an evil heretic, and the Andara royal family will never stop fighting with him."

"All nobles, knights, civilians, and slaves who are with Hernan will be regarded as the Andara Kingdom's enemies who will never stop fighting!"

"He has never been my son, he is a damn heretic!"

The old king's anger seemed to accelerate his life, but such a fierce declaration also shocked the nobles on the southern continent with the truth exposed in it.

"His Royal Highness Prince Hernan of the Andara Kingdom actually believes in a foreign god?"

"He's dead."

"The Andara Kingdom is probably dead, too."

At this moment, the eyes of the entire southern continent were attracted to the Anda Kingdom in the north, and even the war between the Empire and the Church intensified in the Thousand Lakes Province seemed dim.

Why? Because there really involved the existence of gods.

The war between the Empire and the Church did not really touch the taboo, that is, the gods.

The God of Light of the Empire and the Lord of Dawn of the Church are essentially the sun hanging high in the sky, the creator of all things. The Empire just changed his name and provided him with faith.

Similarly, on the southern continent, every noble territory is a devout believer of the Dawn or Light, and they believe in the same great existence.

For Him, the war between the Empire and the Church is just a civil war that broke out among his believers in order to please Him.

But now the Andara Kingdom is different. There are heretics and the belief in foreign gods, which are plundering the authority and territory that belong to Him.

"Die!"

This time, the Pope on the Holy Mountain did not even have any fierce words. The infinitely cold order seemed to be a verdict on Hernan, just like the wind and snow in the cold winter in the north, which would drown all heretics.

If the war with the Empire was a war of faith, then facing Hernan at this moment was a holy war!

Within one day, in the Dawn Wall City in the Andara Kingdom, Pastor Soto received six great divine blessings in succession, and the rich holy light filled the entire city.

"This is a holy war to serve my Lord!"

"Kill the heretic and you will be blessed by my Lord!"

At this moment, Pastor Soto took over the highest authority of the Dawn Church in the Andara Kingdom. Heretics appeared in his area, and only the most extreme way could prove his devout faith.

Otherwise, this would become a topic of criticism within the Church, and it would also become a nightmare that he could not get rid of completely.

"Heresy must die! All humans who approach heretics will be regarded as heretics of the same kind!"

Pastor Soto gave the nobles one day, because he knew that it was impossible for all the nobles around Hernan to be believers of foreign gods.

But what he didn't know was that on the same day, there was another dusk on the battlefield.

Hernan held a priest for dusk.

Countless blood burned on the ground, and in the blood-colored flames, 9,999 thumb-sized prismatic blood-red crystals condensed.

These crystals fell on tens of thousands of soldiers, who looked at Hernan in a robe with piety and awe, and then held the crystals in both hands and pressed them against their foreheads.

In a flash, the roar of a beast spread across the battlefield.

In the distance, Allah, the leader of the Ghost Corps, looked at the scene in shock. He was sure that this was a sacrifice, but it was definitely not a sacrifice to the Lord of the Dawn.

The Lord of the Dawn never accepted such a bloody sacrifice. His glory allowed every believer to bathe in the warmth and tranquility of the heavenly glory.

"Foreign God!"

At this moment, he finally reacted with a tingling scalp, and then commanded his army to evacuate without hesitation.

"Let's go, leave here quickly. If the Church knows about this, I don't know how much trouble it will cause!"

The Church never accepts any leeway on the issue of heresy, and he is a witch, and the Leta family's extraordinary army is a witch.

They are not born believers of the Dawn, and the witch has its own great existence.

Allah dare not get involved.

But Hernan does not seem to intend to let this army go.

He floated in the sky, and his voice fell with sacred majesty.

"My people, go and bring back the heretics I am watching."

The one who answered him was Baron Williams and tens of thousands of soldiers with gray flames on their bodies.

At this moment, Baron Williams was the commander of this extraordinary army, and tens of thousands of extraordinary soldiers loyally waited for his orders. They were no longer ordinary soldiers, or even ordinary extraordinary soldiers, but the followers of gods.

On their bodies, the gray-white bones gradually turned into something like armor covering their bodies. The originally short human warriors gradually turned into tall warriors covered with bone faces. The blood-colored crystals between their eyebrows seemed to become their eyes, noses, mouths and ears.

They ran wildly on the ground and killed the witch ghost army. Facing this aggressive enemy and Baron Williams who stopped him, Allah couldn't help but be violent.

"You want to stop me?"

The witch ghosts roared, and all kinds of hideous weapons in their hands were taken out at this moment.

"Eat them all! Please my Lord!"

The witch ghosts roared. Of course, they couldn't contact the great existence at the end of their bloodline, but it didn't prevent them from balancing the momentum of both sides when facing an incarnation of a god.

The witch ghosts are still powerful. Their combat effectiveness is almost equal to that of the dusk followers, but there is a biggest problem, that is, quantity.

In the previous battle with the griffin army, the witch ghost army lost too many witch ghost soldiers. At this moment, facing these dusk followers, the difference in quantity made them retreat step by step.

Allah did not kill, as a legend, his voice echoed under the sky.

"Are you all blind? Or do you also serve a foreign god?"

His roar made the nobles and knights react. No matter how thick-skinned they were, they realized the seriousness of the matter at this moment.

"Retreat! Hurry up and leave, we have nothing to do with heretics!"

A knight rode to his army and shouted loudly, commanding his army to leave here and return to his own territory.

"Can't leave, we have to destroy these heretics, listen to my orders."

Some people don't think that they can just leave like this. They want to assist the witch and ghost army to fight against the heretic army. This is the authority and deterrence left by the Lord of Dawn in this world for a long time.

The reason why the Church is so powerful can also be seen from this.

But what they didn't expect was that when the knight came to the army and tried to command the army to leave, when the nobles shouted to gather the army to fight the heretics around them, some soldiers had already come to their side and waved their weapons.

The weapon pierced their chests, and the gushing blood made them turn their heads in disbelief, looking at the soldiers who were loyal to them and their noble lords.

What they saw were pairs of cold eyes, as if they were praying, but the movements of their hands were not at all like the army they had trained personally, and on the familiar faces, there was a strange loyalty.

"You..."

At this moment, tens of thousands of troops were in chaos. Some soldiers had already become believers of Dusk in the past few days and served Hernan. A small number of soldiers were awake, but looking at the densely packed heads and eyes staring at them, they didn't know whether to surrender or ask for help.

They wanted to cry but had no tears. The soldiers' hands holding weapons were trembling. As resistance and killing broke out in a corner in the distance, the original 100,000-strong army began to fight each other in a clear division.