Throne of the North.

Chapter 312: Dusk Legion, Broken Alliance
"Twilight is His gaze, and the world falls into eternal night."

Baron Williams came to Hernan's side at some point. He knelt on the ground respectfully, then looked up and spoke to Hernan humbly and pleadingly.

"Are you willing to become a believer of my Lord?"

His expression was extremely nervous, yet filled with unquestionable orders.

In His Highness Hernan's eyes, the war in front of him had long disappeared. The blood of the fighting was like a burning flame in his eyes, as hot and bright red as the fiery clouds in the sky at dusk.

His eyes gradually became dull, because in the depths of his soul, he was looking directly at a great being, He was supreme, He was omniscient and omnipotent. He only needed to look Hernan in the eye, allowing the latter to see the dusk flame reflected in the world by His power, and his whole body trembled.

Hernan could not answer Williams' question, for he had already gone mad with excitement. On his body, the dusk reflected a hazy flame, and in the flame, there were ancient whispers and murmurs belonging to Him.

"Your bloodline has long been cursed, spitted upon, and exiled to the end of the abyss. Only my Lord can save your bloodline."

"Let your blood and your past glow with new glory in the dusk. You will become the king of Andara, and in you, the bloodline will become great again."

"You just need to... believe in the glory of my Lord."

Williams murmured devoutly, and used a dagger to draw a twelve-pointed star pattern on his chest. He raised his head, covered in blood but with great piety, and now looked at Hernan with the humility of a believer facing God.

"I pray for your return, and for your strength to bring you more pleasure."

A hoarse roar gradually emerged from Hernan's mouth, like the roar of a wild beast, but soon it turned into a sacred and noble utterance.

"I... allow your sacrifice."

In an instant, dusk disappeared, and when night came, the afterglow of dusk also cast its last rays of light on Williams.

So, this powerless baron became bloated after just a few seconds, his flesh and blood were twisting and reorganizing, and there seemed to be some unknown monster inside his body, but his skin was never damaged.

He stood up, his figure loud and heavy, as majestic as a mountain.

Baron Williams looked at his hands and was pleasantly surprised by the incomparable power. He succeeded and easily obtained the legendary power.

"Only faith is the most perfect transcendence. Others have practiced for many years, but I only need a moment."

He laughed, then looked off into the distance and met the gaze of Grand Duke McReynolds.

"mortal……"

He was about to say something when he suddenly realized that Grand Duke McReynolds had disappeared.

He avoided me? Baron Williams thought so, and then laughed.

So what if he is the Emperor Feng? He still has to crawl under the skirt of my Lord.

"Woo——"

A trumpet sounded in the distance, and Lord McReynolds retreated.

“Strange God…”

He murmured in a low voice. The reason why he did not face Baron Williams and retreated was that he did not want to have too much involvement with the alien god. Unless he could kill the other party and obtain the other party's divine origin, he might be able to possess the form of a demigod.

But the power bestowed by that alien god can turn mortals into legends, which means that He is still alive... and extremely powerful.

McReynolds was not willing to face such an enemy, and did not care even if he lost the war.

"Don't force me..."

The eyes of this Wind Emperor revealed madness hidden deep in his pupils.

If it really comes to a life-and-death situation, he doesn't mind fighting with alien gods within the world.

On this day, Reverend Soto, the court priest of the Andara Kingdom, received a letter from Grand Duke McReynolds. This high and mighty priest, whose status in the entire kingdom was second only to the king, had an extremely hideous and crazy expression the moment he received the letter.

"Heretic! How dare you descend upon the world my Lord is watching!"

His gaze suddenly turned towards the depths of the palace, and his voice became cruel.

"The Andara royal family, the cursed bloodline..."

On this day, Pastor Soto left the royal city without saying goodbye and went to the most prosperous city in the kingdom, the City of Dawn Wall, a huge city that believes in the dawn.

At the same time, more than 100,000 devout Dawn believers in the Andara Kingdom made pilgrimages to the city in various ways.

On the battlefield in the west.

The coalition forces were chasing the fleeing McReynolds family's army, and they tasted the taste of victory. These soldiers may not be good at fighting fearlessly, but they know how to fight a war with the wind.

"McReynolds, the traitor of the kingdom, will have his head hung high in the king's bedroom. The world will see the price of betrayal. The dignity of the kingdom must not be violated!"

There are fanatical nobles roaring, loyal to their own king, and cannot tolerate the betrayal of other followers, even if he is a grand duke or a powerful legend.

"For my king!"

"For my king!!!"

Thousands of soldiers were roaring. The power they erupted at this moment was terrifying. They were no longer afraid of death. It was not that they were forced to be fearless, but in the face of the fanatical blood, nothing could hinder their loyalty to the king.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. The dignity and loyalty of the royal family of the Andara Kingdom in this land remain high.

After chasing for a full two kilometers, a heavy horn sounded and the soldiers returned.

They didn't know the fear of the soldiers in front of them who had already died on the battlefield.

They believed that the other side was just like themselves, whose loyalty to the king masked their fear of death, and thus launched the attack.

Most of the people who saw that scene have died, and the few who remain are also devout believers of Dusk.

In Hernan's military tent, the nobles and knights were in high spirits.

"Your Highness, you have unparalleled talent. Under your leadership, we will defeat the traitor McReynolds. As the crown prince of the kingdom, you will take back the land bestowed upon the Grand Duke of Griffin!"

"No one will ever be able to shake your majesty!"

After complimenting His Royal Highness, everyone's eyes turned to Baron Williams. They knew that the war was commanded by him.

With eager eyes, able to command an army of 100,000 and defeat the nobles of McReynolds, he would become a hot commodity in the kingdom.

Baron Williams responded to everyone's kindness humbly, but Allah Leta, who was sitting in the corner, had a look of confusion in his eyes.

As a legend, even after turning into a witch ghost, he felt something was wrong. He had seen this Williams before, just a silly little noble. He was always cautious in front of everyone and no one dared to provoke him.

But now, the contempt hidden deep in her eyes could not be hidden from him.

Did the victory in this war make him inflated? Or...

Allah felt something was not right, not only Baron Williams, but also His Highness Hernan. The other party's gaze was very much like that of a king... no, even colder and more majestic than that of a king.

The nobles had been in for such a long time, but he didn't say a word. It seemed that all the people in front of him were like ants and not worth paying attention to.

He didn't know what was going on. His witch and ghost army didn't even participate in today's war. The Leta people were used to being excluded and isolated, so he couldn't ask about the difference he felt right away.

What if that's the case?

As a sorcerer, he is not very good at the twists and turns among the nobles.

In the next few days, under the command of Baron Williams, the army captured two-thirds of the land of the Duke of McReynolds family with great momentum.

Basically, the army can occupy the place as soon as it arrives. Although the Grand Duchy is large, the main population and troops are concentrated in key places.

South, Unicorn Fortress.

Otto became a little irritable after hearing the news from the north.

"What happened? How could father lose? The Leta family's witch and ghost army, plus the armies of several other earls, are no match for father at all."

Only after he captured the Unicorn Fortress did Otto truly understand how powerful his father was. He single-handedly broke through the extraordinary defenses of the Unicorn Fortress, leaving him with only one-tenth of the enemy and a weaker one.

How could such a person, such an Emperor Feng, suffer defeat in the war?

He was a little irritable, but there was no explanation in the letter from the north.

Grand Duke McReynolds did not give any explanation, but a declaration issued by the Kingdom of Andara gave Otto the answer and shocked the entire southern continent.

"The crown prince of the kingdom, His Highness Hernan, betrayed his bloodline, betrayed the Lord of the Dawn whom the kingdom served, and became a heretic!"

"The Andara Kingdom has stripped Hernan of his surname and expelled him from the tribe. He is no longer the kingdom's highness or the crown prince. He is an evil heretic. The Andara royal family will never stop fighting him."

"All nobles, knights, commoners, and slaves who are with Hernan will be regarded as the mortal enemy of the Andara Kingdom!"

"He was never my son, he's a damned heretic!"

The old king's anger seemed to accelerate his life, but such a fierce declaration also shocked the nobles on the southern continent because of the truth revealed in it.

"His Royal Highness Prince Hernan of the Andara Kingdom actually believes in a foreign god?"

"He's dead."

"I'm afraid the Andara Kingdom is doomed as well."

At this moment, the attention of the entire southern continent was attracted to the Anda Kingdom in the north. Even the intensified war between the Empire and the Church in the Thousand Lakes Province seemed dim.

Why? Because it involves the existence of true gods.

The war between the Empire and the Church did not really touch upon that taboo, that is, the gods.

The Empire's God of Light and the Church's Lord of the Dawn are essentially the sun hanging high in the sky, the creator of all things. The Empire simply gave Him a new name and provided Him with faith.

Similarly, in the southern continent, every noble territory is occupied by devout believers of the Dawn or Light, and they believe in the same great existence.

To Him, the war between the Empire and the Church was just a civil war among His believers in order to please Him.

But the Andara Kingdom is different now. There are heretics and beliefs in foreign gods, which are plundering the authority and territory that belong to Him.

"die!"

This time, the Pope on the Holy Mountain did not even use any harsh words. His infinitely cold order seemed to be a verdict on Hernan, just like the wind and snow in the northern winter, which would drown all heretics.

If the war with the Empire was a war of faith, then facing Hernan at this moment was a holy war!
Within one day, in the Dawn Wall City in the Andara Kingdom, Pastor Soto received six divine blessings in succession, and the rich holy light filled the entire city.

"This is a holy war in the service of our Lord!"

"Kill the heretics and you will be blessed by my Lord!"

At this moment, Pastor Soto took over the highest authority over all matters concerning the Dawn Church in the Andara Kingdom. Heresy appeared in his area, and only the most extreme means could prove his devout faith.

Otherwise, this would become a topic of criticism within the Vatican and a nightmare that he could never completely escape from.

"Heretics must die! All humans who approach heretics will be considered heretics!"

Pastor Soto gave the nobles one day because he knew that it was impossible for all the nobles around Hernan to be believers of a foreign god.

But what he didn't know was that on the same day, there was another dusk on the battlefield.

Hernan held a priest towards dusk.

Countless amounts of blood burned on the ground, and in the blood-colored flames, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thumb-sized prismatic blood-red crystals condensed.

These crystals fell on tens of thousands of soldiers. Those soldiers looked at Hernan, who was wearing a robe, with piety and awe, then held the crystals in their hands and pressed them against their foreheads.

In a flash, the roar of a wild beast spread across the battlefield.

In the distance, Allah, the leader of the Ghost Legion, looked at the scene in shock. He was sure that this was a sacrifice, but it was definitely not a sacrifice to the Lord of the Dawn.

The Lord of the Dawn never accepts such bloody sacrifices. His glory allows every believer to bathe in the warmth and peace of heavenly light.

"Strange God!"

At this moment, he finally reacted with a tingling scalp, and then commanded his army to withdraw without hesitation.

"Let's go, leave here quickly. If the Vatican finds out, we will be in great trouble!"

When it comes to heresy, the Holy See never allows any leeway. Besides, he is a sorcerer, and the Leta family's extraordinary army is a sorcerer army.

They are not born believers of the Dawn, and witches and ghosts have their own great existence.

Allah does not dare to interfere in it.

But Hernan didn't seem to intend to let this army go.

He floated in the sky, and his voice descended with sacred majesty.

"My people, bring back the heretics I have set my sights on."

His answer was Baron Williams and tens of thousands of soldiers with gray flames all over their bodies.

At this moment, Baron Williams is the commander of this extraordinary legion. Tens of thousands of extraordinary soldiers are loyally waiting for his orders. They are no longer ordinary soldiers, or even ordinary extraordinary soldiers, but followers of gods.

The gray-white bones on their bodies gradually turned into something like armor covering their bodies. The originally short human warriors gradually turned into tall warriors covered with bone faces. The blood-red crystals between their eyebrows seemed to have become their eyes, noses, mouths and ears.

They ran wildly on the ground and killed the witch and ghost army. Facing this aggressive enemy and Baron Williams who stopped him, Allah could not help but be violent.

"You want to stop me?"

The witches and ghosts roared and took out all kinds of ferocious weapons in their hands at this moment.

"Eat them all! Please my Lord!"

The witches and ghosts roared. Of course, they could not contact the great existence at the end of their bloodline, but that did not prevent them from balancing the momentum of both sides when facing an incarnation of a god.

The witches and ghosts are still powerful, and their fighting power is almost equal to that of the followers of Dusk, but there is one biggest problem, which is numbers.

In the previous battle with the Griffin Legion, the Witch and Ghost Legion lost too many Witch and Ghost soldiers. Now facing these Dusk followers, the difference in numbers made them retreat step by step.

Allah does not kill, His voice as legend resounds beneath the sky.

"Are you all blind? Or do you also serve a foreign god?"

His roar made the nobles and knights react. No matter how thick-skinned they were, they realized the seriousness of the situation at the moment.

"Retreat! Leave quickly, we have nothing to do with heresy!"

A knight rode his horse to his army and shouted loudly, ordering his army to leave here and return to their own territory.

"You can't leave. We have to destroy these heretics. Follow my orders."

Some people do not think that they can just walk away like this. They want to assist the witch and ghost army in fighting against the heretic army. This is the authority and deterrence that the Lord of Dawn has left in this world for a long time.

This also shows why the Holy See is so powerful.

But what they didn't expect was that when the knights came to the army and tried to command the army to leave, and when the nobles shouted to gather the army to fight the heretics around them, some soldiers had already come to their side and swung their weapons.

The weapon pierced their chests, and the gushing blood made them turn their heads in disbelief and look at the soldiers who were loyal to them and their noble lords.

What they saw were pairs of cold eyes, as if they were praying, but the movements of their hands were so agile that they did not look like the army they had trained personally. On the familiar faces, there was an unfamiliar loyalty.

"you……"

At this moment, tens of thousands of troops were in chaos. Some soldiers had already become believers of Dusk in the past few days and served Hernan. A small number of soldiers were awake, but looking at the densely packed heads and gazes around them, they didn't know whether to surrender or ask for help.

The soldiers were so sad that they could not even cry. Their hands holding the weapons were trembling. As resistance and killing broke out in a distant corner, the army of 100,000 began to fight each other in a clear manner.

(End of this chapter)