Throne of the North

Hernan's sudden death caused a great commotion on the battlefield of the royal city.

However, it seemed that it did not have as great an impact as imagined.

The empire and the church were fighting for the rights of this land, and the nobles needed the integrity of the kingdom. And those orc warriors? Even without the will of Surtur at dusk, they were already bloodthirsty, and the violent orcs enjoyed blood and death on the battlefield.

"Who is that?"

Ryan was puzzled. He guessed that the one who took Baron Huffman away should be from the Grand Duke Meyers family.

"It's a legend."

Next to him, Rose's eyes were solemn. In his memory, in his past, in the plane where he was born, legends really existed in history.

But after coming here, in a short time, he had seen several legends, and even some legends fell in front of him.

"It's really... exciting."

Rose murmured, and the shadow behind him was also trembling. It was excitement. Then Ryan saw the activated shadow rushing into the battlefield, slaughtering the orcs wantonly.

"The alien god has fallen, attack!"

Hernan's death had the only effect on the war's morale. The human soldiers reveled, they saw victory, and since that was the case, there was no need to worry about failure.

Some of the orc warriors calmed down in the face of the will of dusk. They looked at the densely packed human army in the royal city, and they had the intention to retreat. They looked at Farel, who was killing people everywhere, and they were even more terrified.

A small group of orc warriors were retreating. They were going to retreat to the north, to the edge of the kingdom's land, to the mountain top carried by the warthog, where their tribe was.

But more orcs were still firm followers of dusk. They fought madly with the humans around them until they were completely killed.

This war ushered in dusk. If Surtur could still put down his gaze, there might be a chance to turn the tables, but He did not.

Hernan's death made him lose the ability to anchor this battlefield. Under the advancement of humans, the orcs finally fell into a desperate situation. The ruins on the ground buried countless corpses, and blood gathered into a blood pool along the cracks in the low-lying areas. Fortunately, the Church and the Empire participated in this war, so some extraordinary people who were waiting in the distance did not dare to take action.

At night, the war in the royal city continued, and this battlefield was always bright. There was always a bright light floating behind the shepherd in the sky, and the holy light that kept emerging from the cardinal also illuminated the ruins of the royal city.

The light of the flame dispelled the last darkness, and some soldiers set fire to the corpses. The violent elephants in the fire became more violent, and they madly tore the remaining thousands of orc warriors.

There were corpses of violent elephants on the ground, and the living violent elephants were covered with blood and flesh fragments. They seemed to have lost all their reason now, resulting in no one daring to approach the last battlefield.

Farrell was fighting frantically, destroying everything around him. His battlefield was close to the kingdom. In front of his giant hammer, the palace of the Andara royal family was crumbling, and a lot of rubble had already splashed out. He seemed to be in some inexplicable state.

But Ryan also had an inexplicable expression.

He looked at his panel, at the bottom line of divinity, behind the dusk.

[Divinity: Dusk, Violent Elephant]

Dusk was fine, but the violent elephant behind made Ryan extremely confused, but he looked at the increasingly crazy Farrell in the distance, and gradually understood.

He, with his spiritual panel, cut off the legendary gift that should have belonged to Farrell.

If the legendary gift fell from the sky, then Ryan stood in the sky and captured the falling gift.

No wonder Farrell's state became more and more extreme.

And most importantly, Ryan could feel that the entry of the divinity [Violent Elephant] was slowly filling up, and it was now about 80% of the scale.

He guessed that if the saturation reached 100%, it would be a complete legendary gift.

But perhaps that was when Farrell died, because he could not get the legendary gift.

In addition, Ryan also felt that the divine dusk was also slowly growing. If he had obtained three blood crystals before and converted them into three Taisu, then at this moment, countless dusk followers died on this battlefield, their bodies were burned and turned into ashes, and the dusk divinity on Ryan's panel was close to four Taisu, and it was still growing.

As divinity, [Dusk] and [Violent Elephant] are different. Dusk has Taisu as a unit, but Violent Elephant only has completeness.

"Just... why is it divinity."

Why is Violent Elephant classified as a divinity? Although there is a gap in level, its essence is still on par with Dusk.

"Legend... is the initial manifestation of becoming a god."

Ryan murmured with enlightenment. The legendary gift may be a special manifestation of the origin of divinity.

But... can mortals really become gods?

Ryan doubted it, because in the historical records, there has never been a legend or even a speculation about mortals becoming gods.

At least he didn't find it.

The Church... The Church may never have such a taboo, you know, they are all servants of the Lord of Dawn.

On the other hand, Farrell has gone crazy, why? Why?

Why hasn't he felt the appearance of the legendary gift until now? He is almost at his limit. He can't suppress his energy and blood. Soon, he will probably explode and die.

Without the gift of legend, his life would no longer evolve, and he would not be able to control this power.

He will die.

But what Farrell cares about now is not death, but why there is no legendary gift. He is extremely eager for a legendary breakthrough, but he has not felt it until now.

Because of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at the surrounding holy realms. These were all his competitors, but logically speaking, only he, the pinnacle of the holy realms, was qualified to become a legend.

His eyes were extremely violent, and the heavy hammer in his hand suddenly hit the shadow.

The activated shadow turned into a giant snake and roared at Farrell, but Farrell couldn't control that much now, and no one could stand in his way.

"No one..."

The hoarse voice was flowing with blood, and the violent blood was destroying the palace of the royal city wantonly. The magic pattern was flashing, but the wealth stored here had been transferred long ago, so the magic pattern could not hold on for too long. It was crumbling.

Until a certain moment, the palace collapsed, and the nobles in the distance were shocked, and then they were angry. This was the king's palace, and most of it was destroyed at this moment.

This is not only the face of the royal family, but also the face of the kingdom and all nobles.

"Imperial people...how dare you destroy the palace!"

A noble shouted loudly, but what greeted him was a huge stone falling from the sky. Farrell turned his head and stared at the holy knights with murderous eyes at the group of nobles who were blocking the big stone.

The Holy Knight subconsciously retreated, his heart beating wildly at this moment, and he felt the strong death calling to him.

The nobles' faces were also pale. They didn't understand why just a look made them so frightened.

The war is still going on, but most people have become spectators. At this time, Ryan, riding a war horse, has already walked towards the battlefield.

The iron hooves of the war horse fell on the ruin-like street. All the soldiers retreated to both sides, staring at the legion commander in awe. Ryan came to the front of the army. The soldiers behind him did not rest. His eyes scanned his soldiers, and then fell on the Vatican Guard Corps on the side.

As a result, thousands of eyes looked at the Skitarii Legion. In the royal city, the Violent Elephant Legion was still fighting with the last orc warriors in the distance, while the empire and the Holy See were already at war with each other.

"Baron Ryan, the war in the kingdom is not over yet. We need to regain all the land in the kingdom..."

The Earl of Canterlot stood up and said. Ryan turned his head and stared at the Earl of the Kingdom with deep eyes. The flames of the dragon deep in his eyes seemed to ignite his body.

A knight stood beside the Earl of Canterlot, blocking Ryan's power and extinguishing the fire deep in Ryan's eyes.

"After the orcs die, the land can be recovered at any time. Now this is a feud between the Empire and the Holy See."

"Nobles of the kingdom, it is best not to participate."

Ryan's voice was calm, but it fell like thunder on this dead royal city. Even the roars of violent elephants and orcs in the distance could not cover up his voice.

“You—you can retreat.”

At this moment, the scalps of the nobles were numb. Of course, they did not want to get involved in the war between the empire and the Holy See, but this was their royal city.

"Soldiers of the Empire!"

Ryan shouted loudly, and tens of thousands of soldiers from the Light Judgment Legion behind him stepped forward together. They raised their heads proudly. No matter what their status is, they are now in the kingdom and outside the empire. So as subjects of the empire They can be proud.

"Hail to the noble Emperor Flor!"

"The glory of the empire will drown all enemies."

"The great and immortal light will burn all hypocrites."

Ryan's eyes fell on his own army, the nobles standing in Adams.

"You also stand down."

One by one, the nobles lowered their heads and commanded their troops to retreat. At the same time, the Light Judgment Legion moved forward, approaching the Skitarii Legion.

Boom!

Thunder flashed in the sky, this time it was not Rose's power, but the real sky was boiling, dark clouds were gathering, and thunder was blooming.

"attack!"

The troops of the nobles continued to retreat, and the center of the battlefield gradually gave way to a wide field of vision. Corpses stood between the empire and the Holy See. But at this moment, they were trampled, and the horse under Ryan charged forward mercilessly. , tens of thousands of Light Judgment Legions behind them are also moving forward.

The cloaks were buzzing in the middle of the night, and the nobles watched in horror as the Empire's troops rushed towards the Skitarii Legion. They never thought that when the orcs were about to be eliminated, Ryan would launch an attack on the Holy See.

"The morning light is only temporary, but the light is eternal."

Ryan charged forward, and the armored war horse knocked away the believer soldiers in front of him. The soldiers flew high and jumped heavily. His eyes turned white, and he stood up after being filled with holy light.

"I want to see if the blessing you have is immortality!"

Ryan pulled out the lance on his horse and picked up the rushing believer soldier. The next moment the lance retracted and he grabbed the opponent's neck tightly.

The believer soldiers were so powerful that they beat Ryan's arm and waved their daggers, but they were unable to break the defense of Ryan who was wearing mithril armor.

"Are you really immortal?"

Ryan said, his arms were burning with bright red flames, and the flames spread to the soldiers of the Dawn Believers. Soon, painful screams spread across the battlefield. Ryan threw the burning soldiers away and sneered. .

"It seems that he can't be killed."

The moment he finished speaking, he mobilized his war horse and charged towards the densely packed Skitarii Legion ahead.

The powerful Golden Knight Master Lane was quickly surrounded, but just as quickly, the surrounding Dawn Believers flew in all directions.

"The Holy See? You have ruled this land for too long!"

"The morning light is a holy mountain, and from now on, Flor will also be a holy mountain!"

kill!

The legionnaires behind her had already rushed forward. Bogeld took the lead and was extremely excited. Unexpectedly, the war was not over yet and she still had time to fight.

No matter what great existence you serve, you are always an enemy in front of Bilge's people, an enemy that can be killed without mercy.

The Wuyangyang legionnaires pressed against the believers of the Skitarii Legion. In fact, compared with the war with the orcs, the human army was more suitable to start a battle with the enemies who were also human beings.

The soldiers of the Skitarii Legion are strong, but their weapons are difficult to tear apart the defense of the Imperial soldiers from any angle. Their power can be resisted, and they will not be like the warthog orc warriors who will kneel down with a fist. The weight of going down.

Their speed and reflexes are comparable to those of the Empire's soldiers, but they are a little behind.

That is the consciousness of fighting. They are not pure army soldiers, but on the empire's side, every soldier is a veteran. Many of them have even experienced a war career of two or three years.

They know when to take action, when to defend, when to advance, when to retreat, and when to use how much force.

This is what a soldier should have, and what's more, the Guardian Legion of the Holy See of Dawn is all lacking.

Of course, they also have their own advantages, which is Sheng Yu's body.

Even if they are knocked away by war horses, they cannot die and regain their combat effectiveness at a huge cost. Such an enemy is a huge shock to the senses of the empire's army.

Because they will be afraid, but Chenxi's faith prevents these Skitarii Legion soldiers from being afraid.

"For the glory of my Lord!"

"Destroy the Imperials in front of you!"

A bishop was angry, and the snow-white holy light in his hand turned into a fierce magical attack, but was resisted by the Sky Knight the next moment. Lord Hora faced the bishop personally. The legions sent by the North Wind Province would not be without powerful Extraordinary existence.

One by one, the sky knights were killing the priests and missionaries of the Holy See. If they killed them, a lot of the holy healing in the Skitarii Corps would disappear.

"Pastor Soto is dead, how powerful can your faith in the Holy Glory be?"

Ryan shouted loudly, sweeping the lance, throwing away the surrounding Holy See soldiers, and then pierced one of them with the lance. The flames brought by the Flame Dragon Knight's breathing method burned his body. Even under the holy healing, he could not recover.

The painful screams will also shake these believers. Ryan is right. After Pastor Soto died, at least 30% of the combat effectiveness of this missionary regiment disappeared.

After experiencing the initial panic, the Light Judgment Legion gradually adapted to these seemingly immortal enemies.

"Off their heads!"

The one roaring among the legions was Michaela. He saw that the headless Skitarii soldiers never got up again, so he reminded the people around him.

"Hahahaha! It turns out you are going to die too!"

"I thought you were just like the skeletons of the Necromancers, you would bite even if you only have one head!"

An inappropriate smile appeared among the legion. Ryan didn't know how this person got into the Light Judgment Legion in the North Wind Province. After all, his control over this legion was not so absolute.

But he knew that the other party was probably not from Beifeng Province, because Beifeng Province had only experienced the war of the undead once, but the undead that time were the steel dragons who helped the alchemists, and they were not pure enough.

Seeing the hope of defeating the enemy, the soldiers also regained their desire to fight. After all, these soldiers of the Skitarii Legion were weaker than them. Their weapons and shields were worse than theirs. As long as they were restrained, they would be defeated. If their heads are cut off, they will die.

The war began to turn against the Empire's Legion of Light. With the continuous fighting, there were fewer and fewer believer soldiers wearing snow-white robes on the battlefield of the royal city.

The sky is no longer so dark, but the war is no longer so anxious.

"It seems that you are in trouble."

Ryan's lance was thrown out, and it hit a Dawn Knight, who was also a Golden Knight. However, in front of Ryan's power, he was directly thrown away. He looked at Ryan in shock, and couldn't believe that the noble in front of him had such Such terrifying power.

He was frightened, but Ryan had already charged closer. The war horse Winter under him lowered his head to avoid the knight's sword, and then Ryan's palm firmly grasped the sharp knight's sword.

Of course the flesh and blood on his hands couldn't do it, but he was now wearing expensive mithril armor.

The huge force made the Golden Knight unable to move. Looking at the lance that was fully supported, he was in no hurry to dodge.

The lance penetrated the hard armor, and it was unstoppable in front of the snow-white holy blood on the Dawn Knight. It was like a ship breaking through the waves, tearing open the Knight's extraordinary defense and piercing the opponent's chest.

These knights didn't have any holy healing, after all, it would consume vitality, and he was too late.

Throwing away the corpses on the lance, Ryan was about to continue killing, but suddenly he felt the extremely angry power from afar. It was a pure white beam of light. Cardinal Raymond actually freed his hands to try to penetrate this empire's legion.

"Farrell!!!"

Ryan reacted and roared in shock and anger. He drew out his knight's long sword and turned around to throw it at the leader of the Violent Elephant Legion who subconsciously turned his head when he heard the name in the distance.

The long sword was like an arrow, crossing the sky. Its speed was so fast that Farrell instinctively doubted how Ryan, the Golden Knight, could make this sword so fast.

Boom!!!

The light of divine magic descended, and Farrell received Ryan's long sword at this moment.

The moment he took it, the sword cut his muscles, blood flowed down, and Farrell's eyes were bright and terrifying.

On Ryan's panel, the divinity was once again reduced to dusk.