Throne of the North.

Chapter 199 The Final War (VIII)

Boom!

The fire lit up the dark night sky. Ryan liked this era very much because he could see the stars in the sky when he looked up, and everything was so clear under the bright moonlight.

The flames burned the weeds in Leiyin Gorge, and most of the snakes, rats and poisonous insects in it had no time to escape and were buried among the corpses of the barbarians.

This fire was destined to burn for a long time, and it brightened the dark night, while thousands of soldiers knelt on the ground and prayed in their own language.

They asked the master of light, the dawn that the Vatican believed in, to forgive their sins, and prayed that in the days and nights to come, they would not have nightmares because of today's killing.

Since there are gods in this world, faith is inevitable. What is important is to whom this faith is attributed.

The nobles pretended not to see it. If the gods really appeared, all the nobles of the empire would tell the gods that they were more devout believers than the Holy See.

Most people were not adapted to war, so they died on the battlefield. Those who survived mourned for them and were glad that they were the lucky ones who were still standing.

In front of the flames, these people are no longer afraid or panicked. The dark night will not devour their hearts, even though each of them knows that the new firewood in the flames is the enemy who stood in front of them not long ago, and the companion who stood beside them.

In the distance, the necromancer looked at the flames here with a face full of frustration and reluctance. If this place belonged to him alone, he was sure that he would be able to touch the threshold of legend and become a legendary necromancer who could walk in the sun.

But of course he didn't dare to stay where he was. He followed Count Weiss, who had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, and at this moment he was already thinking about where to go to make a living next.

Ryan, wearing mithril armor, was still too dazzling. Under the night sky, he slowly walked through thousands of soldiers. These soldiers who were kneeling on the ground and praying seemed to be in awe of the ascension of a king. They watched the man with his head held high walk to the edge of the fire, but the scorching flames seemed unable to warm that cold body.

Ryan turned his head, and the mark of Rhino Horn Mountain on the knight's sword in his hand was shining brightly.

"We won!"

"Victory belongs to the Empire! Victory belongs to the North Wind! Victory belongs to the Count! Victory belongs to me! Victory also belongs to each and every one of you!"

"We are victorious in war, we stand in the face of death, defeat cannot befall us, death cannot bring us to our knees."

"Tell me why you are kneeling!"

Turning around, Ryan faced the raging flames that were rising into the sky, and slashed out with the knight's sword in his hand.

The raging fire was split apart by the long sword, and the burning ashes in the fire were twisted like ghosts under the collision of power, but soon turned into ashes.

Ryan turned around.

"Every epic war that is destined to be recorded in history will have a name. Perhaps someone will call this war the Leiyin Gorge War, but now I tell you, you killed the enemy during the day, and at night, we don't have to be afraid of the ghosts they leave behind after their death."

"We killed their bodies under the scorching sun, and we will turn their souls into ashes under the bright moon!"

"This war is the War of Ashes!"

Ryan's voice resounded under the night sky. Under this silent sky where only the sound of burning flames could be heard, and above the earth, Ryan's voice pierced everyone's chest like a sharp blade.

Gradually, some soldiers stood up. Although they were still praying, there was no fear of the blazing fire in front of them in their eyes.

Faintly, Ryan felt some kind of power falling on him. He looked up and seemed to see the bright moon and the stars were looking at him.

In the distance, the returning Count Sauron looked at Ryan as if he were a ghost.

"Legend...Legend?"

He couldn't believe it and was unwilling to believe what he saw with his own eyes.

"No, it's impossible. How could he become a legend just by fighting in this war?"

Count Sauron's heart was beating wildly, and seeing that the soldiers had dispelled their fear, Ryan stopped preaching and came to Count Sauron. "You...you got the heart of the legend?"

Count Sauron couldn't help but ask.

Ryan was surprised and a little confused.

"What does your Lordship mean by this?"

Count Sauron looked at Ryan with complicated eyes.

"You should know that becoming a legend is not something you can achieve just by reaching a certain level of personal strength, right?"

Ryan nodded, but he only knew that the conditions for becoming a legend were not simply to practice breathing techniques. No matter how powerful the talent was, it was meaningless in front of the threshold of legend, and anyone who reached that step was a genius.

"The conditions for becoming a legend are very complicated, but a war that is passed down through the ages can often give birth to legends."

Count Sauron said that there are no absolute conditions to become a legend, but the birth of legends can show some methods.

Ryan was surprised, then remembered the Empire.

"No wonder there haven't been many legends born in the empire in the past few decades."

Anyone who has not created a chapter that will be passed down through the ages does not deserve to be called a legend.

Legend is not just a state and a title, but also a mark of an era.

"This war is not worthy of being passed down through the ages. Just like you said, it is an epic war, which is enough to describe it, but... I feel the heart of a legend in you."

"A war that has been passed down through the ages. Someone was able to pick up the essence of all spiritual beliefs after the war ended. That is the 'Heart of Legend'."

"Only with a legendary heart can one withstand the power of legends. Otherwise, the result will be self-immolation."

Count Sauron looked at Ryan. Now he could not feel the appearance of the Heart of Legend, as if it was just an illusion.

But Ryan knew this was not an illusion.

He looked at his spiritual panel, and there was a new word "Legendary Heart (Incomplete)" on it.

This war is not worthy of being called a legend, and even if it is called an epic, it is of mediocre quality. However, Ryan's speech of ashes in the fire and darkness gave this war a certain spiritual sublimation.

Can this thing be given out like a blessing?

Ryan was amazed.

Count Sauron gradually forgot the illusion he had just had. This war could definitely not be called legendary. Perhaps it was just that he wanted the legend to appear too much.

Thinking of this, Count Sauron couldn't help but look up at the dark sky, where the wizard tower was still glowing, hanging in the night sky like a lantern.

The war is over, but the legendary battle is not.

"That legend of the Holy See is very powerful."

Ryan said that the fact that he could face the entire family of Earl Winter alone and not be at a disadvantage once again refreshed his understanding of the legend.

"Don't worry, he can't win."

Count Sauron said, and just as he finished speaking, Ryan heard a dragon roar covering the night sky.

(End of this chapter)