Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 446 Evil God
Two hundred and sixty miles southeast of the Southern Expedition Army, a huge army unprecedented in size on the Arctic ice field was winding along the Kurbandeya Avenue.

In the center of the army formation, thirty-two second-generation giants were holding up a black chariot as tall as a mountain. Its surface was carved with red lines that looked like flowing magma, which perfectly demonstrated the solemn and domineering aura of the new royal court.

But this was not the intention of the Giant King Kaleris, but was instructed by the High Priest Gulag.

When the royal court was first established, Gulag repeatedly emphasized at several founding meetings that the new royal court must perfectly inherit the legal system of the ancient royal court, and formulated a series of detailed systems including military, political, sacrificial and even daily expenses, in order to emphasize and strengthen the meaning of "king" as the most core symbol of the royal court.

But in Callelius's view, over-emphasizing the identity and status of the king will weaken the existence of each king itself.

To give a close and specific example, he wanted to be Gefulei rather than Radagon. The former achieved the title of War King as the strongest warrior in the border area, while the most popular title of the latter was "King's Husband", the difference was obvious.

But he understood that this might be the real purpose of the Gulag.

Among the ten ancestors of the new generation, only the Son of God, the high priest, Vikia, Amodia, and the siblings Adonis came from the giant noble families inherited from ancient times. The other five, like Calerius, were born as commoners or even slaves. They were born on the side of Calerius. For those complicated families in the Holy Land, this was a current situation that was difficult to accept but had to be acknowledged.

The sudden rise of these top powers who have no vested interests with them will greatly weaken their voice in the new royal court. Once Kalelius decides to learn from humans and carry out some "reforms" to target them, they will be powerless to fight back.

But there was no way, as the children of the noble families mostly behaved like trash on the Forbidden Road. Compared with the possible factional struggles in the future, the owners of these "noble bloodlines" could only put aside their prejudices and give the chance to "low-born" people like Kaleris.

Under such circumstances, the old forces of the royal court represented by the high priest were even more unwilling and impossible to allow Calerius to become the "War King" of the giants.

If you become the War King and the Founding Titans around you become the Crucible Knights of the Royal Court, what will we do? What about the Son of God? What about the tens of thousands of Holy Land nobles who are closely tied to the Son of God’s status?
Therefore, Gulag was like a tireless paperhanger, painting the mark of legitimacy on this new royal court over and over again, covering up the miracle of Kalerius' rise by his own talent under the dazzling halo of the Giant King.

Only in this way can they push the Son of God to replace the old king at the right time and restore the royal court to its proper order.

For the same reason, they were so reluctant to see Callelius successfully kill Lucia.

The Ancient Dragon Dynasty's desperate revenge is secondary. The key is that once the feat of killing the new Dragon King is achieved by a bastard, these so-called heroic bloodlines will completely lose the support of most of the new giants, and will no longer have a chance of turning the tables in front of Kalerius.

After all, even if they don't want to admit it, the times have long changed. The heroic bloodline is nothing more than a group of mountain monsters who cling to the ancient glory and have been hiding in the holy land for twenty years and dare not go out. Most of the nearly one million giants in the new dynasty were not even mountain monsters before they evolved. Who would recognize their bloodline?
The new giants only recognize strength, and strength can only be demonstrated on the battlefield.

Kalerius opened his eyes from the royal carriage, with a rare look of relief in his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to himself, "Finally caught up."

The king-level spiritual perception was enough to reach the movements of the army hundreds of miles away. After two days and two nights of pursuit, the 200,000 troops led by him finally saw the backs of the Southern Expedition Army. In the northeast, Moserlo's 100,000 troops lived up to his expectations and successfully completed the encirclement from the north, blocking the way forward for the Southern Expedition Army.

The three hundred miles of plain in front of the Sacred Tree Forest was destined to become Lucia Shanks's burial place.

Kalerius gently pressed his chest which had been pierced by the greatsword of the hunting god not long ago. The old wound still caused excruciating pain, but the pride that surged in his chest was more exciting than the pain.

The high priest had been causing trouble for him in the rear for a few days, and even sent messages to the army several times, saying that the Sol battlefield was in danger, and that Borelus in the direction of the frozen lake would break out after joining the Northern Expedition Army, and asked the army to return to support, and to first annihilate Rosalind's living forces. If Calerius had not been on guard, Gulag's messenger would have even bypassed him and spread the news directly to the entire army, forcing him to give up the encirclement of Lucia and return to support the Sol battlefield with the shaken morale of the army.

These tricks made Calelius very angry. Be it the high priest or the nobles of the holy land, those short-sighted people did not seem to understand that Lucia was the real breakthrough point in the chess game of the North.

If it weren't for the coincidence, if Radagon from Asiatan suddenly overturned the table, and if the royal court had not already prepared a giant seal covering the northern border, they would have had no chance of forcing Lucia into such a desperate situation.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss it once, there will never be a second time.

But even now, they are still struggling with such bullshit issues as who has the final say in the future royal court. Even if they are dissatisfied with his origin, they should understand that only if the royal court continues to exist, they will have the possibility to intrigue and scheme against each other in high positions.

A bunch of idiots who have just shed their mountain goblin skin and stepped out onto the stage from the ice and snow, and are starting to imitate humans in party struggles before they even sit down. Aren't they courting death?
Fortunately, at this moment, none of this matters anymore.

On a personal level, Karelias respected Lucia very much, and he believed that in time, the latter would become a more outstanding ancient dragon king than his father.

But when the issue rose to the level of race, country and civilization, he had to kill the other party. He also firmly believed that if the offensive and defensive situations were reversed, Lucia would make the same choice if she was in his position.

After a month's delay, the army finally formed a siege. After today's battle, he will have enough time and opportunity to wipe out the restless termites in the rear, and will also use his long life to commemorate the first memorable opponent on his journey.

With an agitated heart, Kalerius could not help but stand up from the throne, holding on to the carved railing on the edge of the royal chariot and looking at the battlefield in the distance.

Suddenly, he saw a beam of light——

A beam of purple light came from the north at lightning speed, instantly cutting through the entire sky. Under that light, even the midday sun was suppressed and became extremely dim!

Soon, Kalelius saw the figure rushing towards him in the purple light.

It was difficult for him to describe in words what kind of creature it was. Its body, which resembled a humanoid star beast, retained many insect features, but it did not have the gloom and inferiority of an insect at all. Instead, it exuded the magnificence and uprightness of a giant dragon.

A thousand steps away from the giant army, "Esti" suddenly stopped in the sky.

The transformation between extreme movement and extreme stillness is as natural to it as breathing. Its twelve membranous wings stretch out in the wind and it slowly opens its arms, as if embracing the long-lost sky.

The next second, countless dark purple wormholes in the void covered the entire sky, like countless densely growing eyes of the evil god.

When the overloaded form of Esti fully unleashes the mighty power of the God of the Sky, what it sends down is no longer an "Esti meteorite" but a real meteor shower!
(End of this chapter)