Throne of the North

More than ten miles away, Grand Duke McReynolds looked at the war in the east. His extremely powerful mental power allowed him to look down on the battle and chaos there, and even the incarnation of the alien god did not notice his gaze.

"Who is He?"

The reason why Grand Duke McReynolds was unwilling to confront the alien god was that he did not know who the other party was. He also knew a little about the one who spread fire, disaster, war and faith in the dusk, but he could not know who the one in Hernan's body was from the picture in front of him.

If you don't know who the other party is, there is no possibility of victory.

"Master, should we send troops over?"

Beside Grand Duke McReynolds, a knight wearing light armor bowed and said. He was the Grand Duke's steward and was once a powerful and extraordinary guardian knight when Grand Duke McReynolds was still in the magic training stage.

"No, let the Griffin Corps test their level and bring back some samples."

"I want to know who He is."

A trace of greed appeared in Grand Duke McReynolds' eyes.

After the war of the gods, the awe and fear of the gods are not so deep, especially for these legends.

The living legends have stolen the power of the gods to a greater or lesser extent.

In the distance, on the battlefield where it is difficult to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves, the griffin army appeared. They swooped down and rushed to the location of the witch ghost and the dusk army. There were not only these two extraordinary legions, but also the death legion. They also did not expect Hernan to become the container of the alien god. At this moment, they had to attack the opponent's army.

The scary thing is that the dusk vassal legion, which originally had only 10,000 people, was constantly releasing power and transforming more vassal because more and more people died on the battlefield.

On the extraordinary battlefield, the dusk vassal actually became more and more.

The arrival of the griffin army greatly reduced the pressure on the two extraordinary legions of witch ghost and death. They rushed down from the sky and tore the bone armor on the surface of the dusk vassal. Some griffins grabbed the dusk vassal and flew into the sky, intending to return to the west.

But at this time, Hernan in the sky whispered again, and the flames were boiling above the earth and under the dusk.

Among the living dusk followers, some began to tear off the bones on the surface of the bodies of their dead companions on the ground. The dusk flames burned on their surfaces, which was a haze between white and black. The bone armor flowed in their bodies like liquid, and then condensed into ferocious bone wings on their backs.

A pair... no, it should be said that there were two bone wings, side by side on the right side of their backs, and no bone wings appeared on the left side.

The bone wings wrapped the right hand and right leg. The only blood-colored crystal on the bone surface raised and looked at the griffin legion in the sky. The next moment, thousands of dusk followers with bone wings flew towards the sky.

Their right hands were wrapped in wings, and they scratched the griffin with their claws, bringing out large pieces of flesh and blood, while their left hands held weapons and chopped at the griffin's head and the knight on its back.

Having lost their greatest advantage and not wanting to suffer too many casualties, the griffin knights finally retreated, leaving behind a tragic battle here.

The war lasted until the second half of the night. When the morning light gradually fell and dispelled the darkness, the war finally stopped.

Allah of the Leta family returned with less than a thousand witch soldiers, and did not even stay in the Twin Cities. Only a small number of other troops left. More noble troops were either wiped out and died on the battlefield, or stayed there and became believers of alien gods.

They didn't even have a choice, they became soldiers of the dusk.

Of the 100,000 troops, more than 20,000 died, 30,000 escaped, and the remaining less than 50,000 people all became followers of the dusk.

"My Lord Bishop."

Baron Huffman came to Williams with some fear. He didn't dare to approach His Highness Hernan. The eyes of the dusk soldiers around him also gave him goose bumps. In contrast, the Williams in front of him seemed to be more humane.

"Baron Huffman, you have made an indelible contribution to the coming of the glory of my Lord."

Williams pushed over a box with three bright red crystals in it. This was different from what the soldiers used, more precious and more powerful.

"This... for my Lord, it's all worth it."

He was a little dissatisfied, and this expression fell into Williams' eyes, and he was very satisfied.

Huffman was not qualified to resist him, so even in the coming of dusk, Baron Huffman made many contributions, and he only used three Dusk Blood to send him away.

"You can leave now. My Lord does not want unfaithful believers to get too close to Him."

Williams drove Baron Huffman away. He didn't want another person to share his power and the favor of dusk.

Baron Huffman left, and after turning around, Williams could not see the satisfied look in his eyes.

Although the effort is not as good as the gain, if he really wants to be blessed and have more powerful power, he dare not ask for it.

On the contrary, the three extraordinary materials in front of them are very suitable. They are precious but unique, but they have not yet found a way to use them.

The Dusk Legion occupied the Twin Cities, but did not give up the land belonging to Grand Duke McReynolds, because no matter how many people there are, they cannot survive by drinking the northwest wind, they need food.

After two days of brief peace, the royal family of the Andara Kingdom still did not respond accordingly. They seemed to be silent on their own land.

"Is it Hernan who has become a believer of a foreign god, or are all of you in the Andara royal family heretics?"

Pastor Soto was questioning the royal family. The old king strongly denied this and even let go of the palace, letting the holy light of dawn fall. Only after confirming that there was no second heresy did the matter stop briefly.

"Sorry, my majesty."

Pastor Soto knelt in front of the old king and apologized for his transgression, but the old king still had insight into people's hearts and didn't care about Pastor Soto's hypocrisy at the moment. When he dropped the holy light to inspect the palace just now, he didn't care about his attitude as a king at all.

"Why did Hernan become a heretic? Why did the belief in a foreign god appear in my kingdom? Pastor Soto, your church needs to give me an explanation."

He questioned the priest of the church in front of him. Pastor Soto didn't know how to refute it for a while. He looked at the old king and guessed that if someone else was in this position, he would definitely not have the courage to question himself, and he could even ask the other party the same question.

But the king in front of him is not that kind of mascot. In the past, he controlled the kingdom from top to bottom, and the Church was deeply in his faith. Pastor Soto himself respected the other party's power and skills.

So, when the other party asked, he would listen, instead of asking the king sitting on the throne.

"Your Majesty, the Church will not allow any foreign god's faith to come. We will definitely save His Highness Hernan."

"No need to save him. If he is saved, I'm afraid your Church will drop holy light on my palace every other day."

"Find him and kill him! Tell the Pope behind you that there are no more foreign gods in the Andara Kingdom."

"I think this is also the best choice for you."

The old king looked at Pastor Soto. He would not let the Church catch the Andara royal family. It was already troublesome enough. If Hernan was alive, it would crush the Andara Kingdom.

"As you wish."

Pastor Soto left the palace. The moment he walked out of the palace, he was no longer a kneeling priest, but the most powerful person in charge of the Church in this land.

But he still left something behind, which was a holy medicine that was sent across space from the Holy Mountain.

The old king almost died a few days ago, but under the current situation of the Andara Kingdom, the Church did not allow the old king to die, so it paid a huge price to keep the old king alive.

He couldn't die, because no matter who was in the next generation, they had no ability to subdue the nobles in the Andara Kingdom. If the situation was stable, it would be fine, and the nobles would not make trouble, but in the current situation, the Church needed the old king to be alive to keep the kingdom together.

The most direct reason is that if the old king is alive, Grand Duke McReynolds will not have more ideas. If he died, Emperor Feng might do something crazy.

The same is true for other nobles. If the new Andara King does not handle it well, it will lead to the outbreak of territorial wars between nobles.

This is not what the Church wants to see, because they still need the nobles' army to help them fight against the vassal army of the alien god.

It is difficult to have an absolute boundary between royal power and divine power. In the intersection, it has long been difficult to distinguish between them.

This is also the reason why Pastor Soto knelt in front of the king to apologize.

When he represented the gods, he could arrogantly use the holy light to patrol every corner of the kingdom and look for possible heretics, but after the end, Pastor Soto, who was not the real pope, was naturally just a priest.

But the old king was still aggrieved. Looking at the holy medicine sent in, he almost smashed it.

At this moment, his heart actually turned to the empire. If he could have been ruthless and followed the empire to drive out the church, how powerful would the king's power be at this moment?

One word can decide the life and death of countless people, recruit many powerful extraordinary people to be loyal to himself, and even order the execution of legendary existence, so that now even his life and death need to rely on the holy medicine of the church.

After a long time, a sigh came from the palace.

He is old...

And the other person is still young.

The army of Dawn set out from the giant city. They will go all the way to attack the Twin Cities, kill and burn all the heretics there. This is a holy war. Many nobles in the southern continent are paying attention and curious.

As a result, the Kamikaze Corps of the Carlos family outside the Unicorn Fortress actually stopped attacking.

…

In the frozen land territory, when Ryan received the message, the army of Dawn was less than a day's journey from the Twin Cities.

"Astral God?"

"Is the situation in the Andara Kingdom so complicated?"

Master Ryan didn't even have breakfast. Looking at the complicated situation in the Andara Kingdom, for a moment, he couldn't tell who had more power in the Andara Kingdom.

"Most of the nobles are still loyal to the old king. They form armies again and again at the command of the old king to fight against McReynolds and the Dusk Dependents. Decades of authority have made him still command his own kingdom even though he is now in his twilight years and can't leave the palace."

"Who will win?"

Ryan pondered the answer with limited information, but the only result he could get in the end was that as long as the old king was still alive, there would be no major changes in the Andara Kingdom.

More than 90% of the nobles are still loyal supporters of the king. Grand Duke McReynolds can gain the remaining 10% of the nobles by relying on the advantages of geography and strength. After all, the concept that knights are loyal to their lords and nobles are loyal to their kings is powerful both in inertia and in cognition.

So far, no earl on Grand Duke McReynolds' side, even the earl who has no real power and only his own manor and castle, has not spoken out, which can be seen.

He fought for his family and the interests of the Griffin Mountains, and tore his face with the old king, but he is likely to re-establish contact with the new king and be loyal to the Andara Kingdom again.

All the new king needs to do is to tear up the contract with the four nobles in the south about the Griffin Mountains.

As long as this is done, the Andara Kingdom will welcome back its loyal Grand Duke of Griffin, but this step will rub the face and majesty of the Andara Kingdom on the ground.

The king is not kidding. If this is really done, I am afraid that the Andara royal family will be completely destroyed.

Otherwise, the war will give the answer. McReynolds will defeat the kingdom and the four noble lords in the south.

Someone will always tear up the contract. The one who started to do it is the Grand Duke of Griffin, but the appearance of the alien god has brought many variables.

"I don't know why this great existence who uses dusk to spread faith dares to come so openly."

"Shouldn't he choose a weaker world?"

"In Norris, even if he descends in the territory of the Andara Kingdom, his power may not survive for long, right?"

Ryan never doubted the strength of the Church and its determination in this regard.

He couldn't tell who would have the last laugh from the limited information, but this dusk god might not be the first guy to be crushed into ashes.

"Four legends have appeared so far. Are there more legends in the Andara Kingdom? Even if the kingdom doesn't have its own legends, it should be able to invite legends to sit in. The extra ones may have to go from farther away."

With the power of six legends, it seems that the extraordinary strength of the Andara Kingdom is actually comparable to the glory of some other-dimensional worlds.

Perhaps the backbone force is a little lacking, because the Church will exclude other extraordinary ways headed by magicians, but it is also because of the Church that this part can be supplemented.

"The Grand Duke of Griffin is the most powerful among the legends, but the Griffin Legion... they have too many enemies to face."

"The Kamikaze Legion of the Carlos family in the south seems to be very restrained against them. No wonder they want to take down the Unicorn Fortress as soon as possible."

In the castle on Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan analyzed the current Andara Kingdom from the perspectives of politics, military, geography, economy, and faith. He put himself in the position of the Grand Duke of Griffin, the position of the old king, and the position of the four noble territories in the south, thinking about all ways to break the deadlock.

Finally, his eyes returned to... the followers of the dusk.

"Why do I feel that no matter who it is, as long as they can occupy the righteousness and truth in this regard, they can successfully achieve their goals."

He thought about it. If the army of the Church destroyed the Dusk Dependents, then naturally, the kingdom would need to pay too much benefit to the Church. The preaching of the Church, those priests and missionaries would take root in the land of the kingdom, and even the image brought by the empire would be eliminated.

The nobles would see the power of the Church, and the people and slaves would know that the Church had once again saved the world, allowing them to be full and peaceful.

In another way, if the king finally quelled all the rebellions, then his prestige would rise again. Even if he died, the kingdom would be stable under his residual power for at least ten or twenty years, and wait until the new king grew up, at least the kingdom would not fall into civil strife.

It is also possible for Grand Duke McReynolds. If he killed Hernan, then no one would doubt his devout belief in the Lord of Dawn and the God of Light. The Church would not be able to punish him in a short time. If the kingdom is not good to him, it will also be suspected of being related to the alien god to retaliate against the Grand Duke.

Seizing the opportunity, Grand Duke McReynolds went to the south to beat up four noble lords and make the Griffin Knights great again.

At that time, even if the contract was still there, the noble lords in the south would not dare to covet the McReynolds family for decades.

Even for the noble lords like Carlos... they just couldn't get up.

"From this point of view, the appearance of dusk is to save the Andara Kingdom. The old king will not really have any transactions and connections with the alien god, right?"

Without the appearance of dusk, the Andara Kingdom is a big pot of hodgepodge, and the empire and the church on the southern continent are fighting over it.

He appeared, and the Andara Kingdom seemed to be peaceful.

The chaotic parties have a common enemy, so they have a common language, as long as they follow the steps...

"As long as they follow the steps, the contradictions in the Andara Kingdom will dissipate and return to the hands of the king, the church will be quiet, the nobles will be quiet, and the king will successfully complete the hereditary power transfer."

Ryan's eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps the biggest driving force among them is the king.

The old king who had almost approached the Wing Canyon, his political talent and vision, even though he was old and a little dim now, were still the best in the continent.

In this regard, Grand Duke McReynolds, who practiced silent magic, was far inferior.

The only difference is that the old king chose the Church, while the Grand Duke of Griffin chose the Empire.

"So... will it be what he wants?"