Throne of the North

Chapter 318 False Legend, Divine Art - Ku

The broken bone fragments were scattered all over the ground in front of the terrible power of the Dawn believers, and then the believers continued to kneel on the ground, and he prayed more devoutly, as if to make up for the short time just lost with his fanatical faith.

"The glory of the Lord, scattered in the boundless sky, falling on the endless earth..."

The range of the holy light around him suddenly changed from more than ten meters to a radius of thirty meters. All the Dawn believers covered in it had doubled their strength and speed. Every sword that chopped on the body of the Dusk followers could cut off the hard bone armor and make blood gush out.

On the east side of the Twin Cities, thousands of figures submerged in the bright red flames moved.

They were the followers of the Dusk, and also the target of Hernan's stay here for three full days. At this moment, as the howling war storm swept through the Twin Cities, the thousand sleeping followers in the Dusk flames finally woke up.

They stood up, their bodies covered with gray-white bone armor. Unlike other Twilight followers, their full-body bone armor had no gaps or dead angles. On their two-and-a-half-meter-tall bodies, only the blood-colored crystal between their eyebrows represented their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, which were all organs that sensed the outside world.

When they walked out of the flames, their bodies were still expanding, gradually approaching four meters. They picked up weapons and shields from the ground, but only a dozen Twilight followers held large shields made of pure metal, and the remaining three or four hundred Twilight followers held large wooden shields.

As for the remaining Twilight followers, they could only pick up some weapons forged from metal or wood.

A thousand tall Twilight followers, who were no different from heavy infantry, stepped on heavy steps and rushed to the Twin Cities. Through the huge gap in the city wall, there were a large number of natives from the Twin Cities who fled here because of the war on the other side. They looked at the tall Twilight warriors who suddenly appeared, and fear appeared in their eyes.

But fear is meaningless. Today, in this war, there are only one kind of people and two camps in the Twin Cities.

Believers. There are only believers in the Twin Cities.

Dusk followers\\Dawn followers.

There is no third party.

The tall Dusk heavy armored warriors waved their weapons at these slaves and civilians. They cleared all the enemies in front of them and rushed to the west of the Twin Cities.

Not many slaves and civilians could realize this. When the Dusk followers came, the only thing they did was scream and kneel on the ground. In the end, they were greeted by the splash of blood after the sharp weapons passed by. The bright red color was the only offensive means they made against these Dusk followers.

A thousand Dusk heavy armored warriors rushed to the east. They smashed all the houses and hard stones with their bodies. They rushed in from the other side of the Twin Cities and killed straight in the direction of the Dawn faith.

Until they were completely facing the Dawn warriors.

In the sky, the followers of Dusk with fallen wings on their backs fell from the sky. On the ground, only a few followers of Dusk with bone armor on the surface made way for the thousand heavy armored warriors.

"Kill the heretics!"

The followers of Dawn roared, and rushed towards the enemy with fanatical eyes. Even if they were like moths to a flame, or mantis arms to stop a chariot, and were easily crushed by the three or four-meter-tall followers of Dusk, they still charged fearlessly.

"With blood, with death, with great flames, we will surpass the eyes of our Lord!"

Williams roared loudly. He was the only one roaring in the Dusk camp in the Twin Cities, and the thousand Dusk heavy armored warriors on the ground also rushed into the snow-white army, waving their weapons frantically, letting the long swords in the hands of the followers of Dawn fall on them, splitting the bone armor, and letting the blood flow as if they could not sense it, killing wantonly.

The followers of Dawn are difficult to kill, but each of the thousand Dusk heavy armored warriors will take away four to six enemies before falling.

Time is passing, the sun in the sky has changed from the rising morning light to the scorching sun, one thousand dusk heavy armored warriors all fell, and on the ground, four or five thousand dawn believers, no longer made any sound.

The fighting in the Twin Cities continued, there was no room for retreat in the bloody and cruel war, whether it was the believers of the dawn or the followers of the dusk, they all forgot the fear of death, and only had the fanaticism of faith in the gods.

"I will declare my piety to my Lord with death!"

"After I die, I will enter the eternal heaven!"

The believers roared, and then killed the enemy on the opposite side more frantically, the heaven was waiting in front, and they only needed to pay the piety at this moment.

"The glory of the Lord, illuminate my life and lead my new life."

"Heretics, die!"

At the end of the dawn believers, their strongest support outside the Twin Cities also arrived, they were the real soldiers of the Church, each of them was extraordinary on the path of the Holy Knight, not the lowest level like those believers.

Before this war, they were the masters of the Church. Now, in the second half of the war, they also appeared here, declaring their piety to the dawn.

"We serve our Lord with our lives."

The holy knights, missionaries, and priests rushed into the Twin Cities. Bathed in the holy light, they were stronger than before, and slaughtered the followers of the Dusk crazily.

"Heretics are unforgivable."

Looking down at the war in the Twin Cities, Pastor Soto nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Baron Williams.

"Williams, I have seen you in the palace, a humble nobleman."

"But you should never serve at the feet of the alien god. The anger of the dawn will make you fall into the depths of hell without salvation."

"The flames of the Lord will bring your death and warn all gods that this is His domain."

Williams looked at Pastor Soto coldly.

"The wild dogs of the Church are barking. You and I are both legends. Do you think you can kill me?!!!"

Williams roared, and the next moment the huge bone wings behind him spread out, about ten meters long, rushing towards Pastor Soto like the wings of a dragon.

Pastor Soto, holding a cane and wearing a crown, looked at Baron Williams indifferently.

"Legends given by alien gods will never understand the great power of my Lord. You are just an ant crawling under our feet."

Pastor Soto looked at Williams' arrival, stretched out his cane and drew a pure white circle in the sky. The circle flickered, and then the flames burned.

"Glory of the Lord, give me the power to kill the heretic!"

Circle of flames, the flames filled the sky, with a roar, a huge claw stretched out from the flames, it was much larger than Baron Williams, directly pinched the latter, the holy fire burned in the claws, and Williams' screams and wails were heard in the sky.

Divine Art·Apostle.

Williams, who was about to break, finally broke out of the power of the apostle, but there was no intact skin on his body, his body was charred, and pain filled every corner. He didn't expect that as legends, the gap between the two sides would be so big.

"The legend given to you by the alien god is just the muddiest power in the abyss, how can it be compared with the glory of my Lord."

"Heretic, the flames of the Lord will burn you to ashes!"

Reverend Soto chanted, and the sky above his head, the sun suddenly pierced the sea of ​​clouds, shining brightly on the earth, and a ray of golden flame turned into a sword and slashed at Williams.

It was also a divine art. When Williams' power touched the flame, it was like hot oil encountering an open flame. In just a moment, his whole body was burning. It was an inextinguishable flame that burned his last life.

"My Lord's mercy, pity every confused believer, the Lord's anger, will also turn into flames to burn every heretic."

Pastor Soto's expression was pious, and the holy light was bestowed on him, so the flames on Williams' body became more and more turbulent.

Rays of holy light were released from his hands, each of which crushed the remaining bones on Williams' body. He was obviously a legend, but in front of the equally legendary Pastor Soto, he was like a wild dog barking on the roadside.

The voice became smaller and smaller, and Williams was finally about to die. He prayed for the salvation of dusk.

"Dusk? Alien God?"

Hearing his voice, Pastor Soto no longer hesitated, fell to the ground, and inserted his cane into the ground, so in an instant, the six corners of the hexagram lit up with white light, covering Williams in the sky and the battlefield of the Twin Cities.

Then, the hexagram rotated and turned into twelve stars. Twelve snow-white beams of dawn light shot straight into the sky. All the followers of Dusk felt as if their bodies were trampled by a giant dragon, their bones were broken, and blood was squeezed out from the gaps of the wounds.

Divine Art·Dawn Ban.

Under this divine art, except for the power of the dawn, there was no room for any other power to stay. The followers of Dusk, especially Williams, were constantly squeezed until they slowly dissipated their vitality and fell down as a corpse.

Williams in the sky, although he did not have any legendary reality, still had strong vitality. As his body was crushed, he was still alive with only a head left.

"Great Dusk, please give mercy and save your believers."

Hernan finally appeared in the sky. He pointed out, and most of the twelve star confinement was broken, but he was surprised because his power did not completely destroy this divine art.

"Alien God."

"Ancient alien god, it seems that you have also forgotten that in that pan-dimensional war, gods who are not strong enough and cannot continue to be strong will die."

Pastor Soto was laughing. If it was a hundred years ago, any god's random power, even if it was insufficient in quantity, the existence of quality could easily destroy the divine arts of mortals.

But now, after the pan-dimensional war of gods, everything is different.

Those nobles are changing, and the church is also learning lessons. Today's divine arts, even gods, cannot be easily taken away and destroyed.

"This is... the glory of the dawn!"

Pastor Soto suddenly roared, his voice was full of the majesty of the gods, and at this moment, facing the dusk, it seemed that the great dawn.

"There is no soil for alien gods to grow under the dusk!"

His voice was magnificent, as if the ancient gods were roaring angrily from a distant world.

"Surtur of the dusk, get out of this land!"

Divine Art·Holy Words

At these words, Hernan's eyes shed two streams of blood. The spirit in his body dimmed its divine origin at this moment, and it was difficult for him to burst out his strength.

Pastor Soto saw that the Holy Word could not expel the opponent, so he seized the opportunity and came to Hernan. He pointed his cane and pierced Hernan's chest. The beating heart was broken in an instant. Just when he was about to release the Great Blessing Spell to extinguish the will of dusk with the power of the morning light, a hand grabbed the other end of the cane.

Hernan looked at Pastor Soto with crazy bloody eyes. At this moment, this priest of the Holy See, the legend who performed the duties of the Pope, also had a heartbeat. In that moment, he felt the ancient and inviolable majesty, and also saw a The leader of the dusk heaven, the great god is looking at him.

He used holy light to cleanse his eyes, otherwise his soul might collapse when he faced the gods directly, but in this way, he lost the opportunity to release the great blessing technique.

The flames of dusk burned in Hernan's hands. With his last weak strength, the god slapped Pastor Soto, leaving a big hole in his chest. When the pastor came back to his senses, he looked at the other person holding the hand. The moment he touched his heart, he felt extreme panic and fear.

"Leave……"

He roared, but midway through his words, the dusk flames burned the heart and turned it into ashes.

Pastor Soto was afraid. He knew that this was not a heart that was burned, but that was sacrificed to his own body, the god outside the world.

If the other party takes action in person, he doesn't need an altar or a medium. His presence can easily connect his own power.

"Damn it!"

Pastor Soto is crazy. He knows that when this holy war is over, he must return to the Holy Mountain to receive the baptism of the morning light. It will take at least three years before he can get rid of the gaze of dusk and heal his heart again.

But for such a long time, he left the Kingdom of Andala, and the power here would no longer belong to him.

But he must do this, otherwise he will be eroded by Dusk's will and become the opponent's lackey. By then, Norris Continent will not have any place for itself, and even the Holy See of Dawn will hunt him to the ends of the earth in order to cleanse himself of this heresy. .

In other words, no matter what, he will lose all rights in the Andala Kingdom, and he may not have a chance to get it back in the future.

"Surtur, you succeeded in irritating me!"

Pastor Soto was furious, and the magic in his hand gradually boiled. Many believers on the earth began to hide, and countless rays of light gathered in his body like raindrops. He was about to release the magic at an extremely high cost.

【Hey! 】

This magical technique does not come from within the Holy See, but in the war between gods and pan-planes, the believers of Dawn act on behalf of the Lord's power, which are the so-called divine benefactors. They replace the Lord of Dawn on the battlefields of each plane. , the divine origin that swallows up other gods feeds back the glory of the dawn that is about to dim.

So, there was this magical technique, which was derived from it - 喰.

This is a kind of blasphemy and is considered a taboo method within the Holy See.

But now Pastor Soto can't care so much. He wants to get his heart back, even if he can only take back part of it, and snatch what belongs to him from the hands of a god.

The holy light turned into a whirlpool, and Hernan Gujing Wubo's eyes finally showed a trace of surprise and fear. This method could really hurt him, and in the sky where the twelve-star magic was still imprisoned, his consciousness Unable to escape completely.

"Ability God!"

Pastor Soto called, and Hernan subconsciously raised his head, and then his eyes were swallowed up by the holy vortex.

The glorious giant blade falling from the sky shattered the eternal ties, but the next moment, the resistance of the alien god also knocked Pastor Soto away a thousand meters away. His bones were broken and his flesh turned gray. This was Surtur's last curse. , using the other party's own divine origin as a medium, cursing the other party to forever be gazed at dusk, wailing and suffering in the flames before eternal night.

Hernan's eyes moved, no longer majestic and sacred, but the depths of his eyes seemed to be filled with the majesty of a god. He was not completely wiped out, but Hernan's consciousness also gradually returned to his original state because of his retreat. within one’s own body.

Of course, it may not be the former Hernan, but His Highness Hernan who is now fused with the origin of the twilight god Surtur.

In the distance, Williams' head, burning in the morning flames and wailing, also flew over.

"Lord, run away quickly. We have lost. Your family has been completely wiped out."

Hernan looked around and then at the burning head, feeling a little confused.

"I...where am I? Who am I?"

Hernan shook his head, which also shocked Williams. The god actually retreated in the hands of Pastor Soto.

The Holy See...is so powerful.

His faith was shaken. The Holy See of Dawn was so terrifying. A priest could repel the coming of gods.

But the next moment, his faith was renewed, as Hernan's voice grew commanding as she stared at him.

"You seem to have doubts about me."

Williams was horrified and quickly begged for mercy.

"Almighty and great Lord of Twilight, your followers are eternally loyal to you, whether in heaven or in hell."

"Let's go."

Hernan grabbed Williams' head, took one last unwilling look at the broken Twin Cities, and disappeared into the distance.

He still has a chance to make a comeback, because He in his body feels that a large number of people in the distance are returning from their slumber. They are more powerful than the followers he created using his divinity.