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 terrifying power of the Dawn believer. Then the believer continued to kneel on the ground, praying more devoutly, as if he wanted to make up for the short time he had just lost with his fanatical faith.

"The glory of the Lord spreads across the boundless sky and falls on the endless earth..."

The range of the holy light around him suddenly increased from a radius of more than ten meters to thirty meters. The strength and speed of all the Dawn believers covered within it doubled. Every sword that chopped on the bodies of the Dusk followers could cut through the hard bone armor and cause blood to gush out.

On the eastern side of the Twin Cities, thousands of figures engulfed in bright red flames began to move.

They are the followers of Dusk and the target of Hernan's three-day stay. At this moment, as the howling storm of war swept through the Twin Cities, the one thousand sleeping followers in the flames of Dusk finally woke up.

They stood up, their bodies covered with gray-white bone armor. What made them different from other followers of Dusk was that their full body armor had no gaps and no dead corners. On their two-and-a-half-meter-tall bodies, only the blood-red crystal between their eyebrows represented their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, all the 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 Dusk followers held large metal shields in their hands, and the remaining three or four hundred Dusk followers held large wooden shields.

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

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

But there is no point in being afraid. Today, in this war, there is only one kind of people and two camps in the Twin Cities.

Believers. There are only believers in the Twin Cities.

Followers of the dusk\believers of the dawn.

There is no third party.

The tall Dusk Heavy Armored Warriors swung their weapons at the slaves and civilians. They cleared out all the enemies in their way and rushed towards the west of the Twin Cities.

Not many slaves and civilians could realize this. When the followers of Twilight came to kill them, the only thing they did was to scream and kneel on the ground. What greeted them in the end was naturally the splatter of blood after the sharp weapons passed by. The bright red color was the only means of attack they had against these followers of Twilight.

A thousand Dusk heavy-armored warriors rushed towards the east. They used their bodies to smash all the houses and hard stones. They rushed in from the other side of the Twin Cities and headed straight towards the direction of the Dawn Faith.

Until, the warriors completely faced the dawn.

In the sky, Dusk followers with fallen wings on their backs descended from the sky. On the ground, only a few Dusk followers wearing bone armor made way for the one thousand heavily armored warriors.

"Kill the heretics!"

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

"With blood, with death, with great fire, I will surpass the sight of my Lord!"

Williams roared loudly. He was the only one roaring in the Dusk camp in the Twin Cities. The one 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 Dawn believers fall on them, splitting their bone armor and letting the blood flow as if they could not sense it, and killing indiscriminately.

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

Time passed, and the sun in the sky had changed from the rising dawn to the scorching sun. A thousand dusk heavy-armored warriors all fell down, and on the ground, four or five thousand dawn believers were no longer able to make a sound.

The fighting in the Twin Cities is still going on. There is no room for retreat in this bloody and cruel war. No matter whether they are the believers of the Dawn or the followers of the Dusk, they have all forgotten the fear of death and are left with only the fanaticism of belief in the gods.

"I will use my death to declare my devotion to my Lord!"

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

The believers roared, and then attacked the enemies on the opposite side even more frantically. Heaven was waiting ahead, and they only needed to be pious at this moment.

“The glory of the Lord illuminates my life and leads me to a new life.”

"Heretics, die!"

At the rear of the Dawn believers, their most powerful support had also arrived outside the Twin Cities. They were real soldiers of the Holy See, and each one of them was extraordinary on the path of the Holy Knights, not the lowest level like those believers.

Before this war, they were the masters in the Holy See. 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."

Holy knights, missionaries, and priests rushed into the Twin Cities. Bathed in the holy light, they became more powerful than ever before and slaughtered the followers of Dusk crazily.

"Heresy is unforgivable."

Looking down at the war in the Twin Cities, Pastor Soto nodded with satisfaction, 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 a foreign god. The wrath of the dawn will cause you to fall into the depths of hell, where there is no salvation."

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

Williams looked at Pastor Soto coldly.

"You barking wild dogs of the Holy See, 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, and rushed towards Pastor Soto like the wings of a dragon.

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

"The legends bestowed by the alien gods will never understand the great power of my Lord. You are nothing but ants crawling under our feet."

Pastor Soto watched Williams coming, stretched out his cane and drew a pure white circle in the sky. The circle flickered and then flames burned.

"By the glory of the Lord, grant me the power to kill the heretics!"

A circle of flames filled the sky. With a roar, a huge claw stretched out from the flames. It was much larger than Baron Williams and directly pinched the latter. The holy fire burned in its claws, and Williams' screams and wails could be heard in the sky.

Divine Art Apostle.

Williams, who was about to break apart, finally broke out of the apostle's power, but there was no intact skin on his body. His whole body was charred and pain filled every corner. He did not expect that as both were legends, the gap between them would be so huge.

"The legend bestowed upon you by the alien gods is but the muddiest power of the abyss. How can it compare to the glory of my Lord?"

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

As Pastor Soto chanted, the sun suddenly pierced through the sea of ​​clouds above his head, illuminating the earth brightly. A ray of golden flame turned into a sword and slashed towards Williams.

It was also a divine power, but 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 bit of life.

"Our Lord's mercy will have mercy on every lost believer, and the Lord's anger will turn into flames and burn every heretic."

Pastor Soto had a pious expression and the holy light was bestowed upon him, so the fire on Williams' body became more and more violent.

Rays of holy light were released from his hands, each one crushing the remaining bones in Williams' body. He was clearly a legend, but in front of the equally legendary Pastor Soto, he was like a wild dog barking on the side of the road.

The sound became smaller and smaller, and Williams was finally about to die, and he prayed for salvation from the dusk.

"Dusk? Alien God?"

Hearing his voice, Pastor Soto no longer hesitated, landed on the ground, and stuck his cane into the ground. Then, 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 dusk followers felt as if their bodies were being trampled by a giant dragon. Their bones were breaking and blood was squeezing out of the gaps in the wounds. Divine Art: Forbidden Dawn.

Under this magic, apart from 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 their vitality slowly dissipated and they fell down like a corpse.

Although Williams in the sky was not a legendary figure, he still had strong vitality. As his body was crushed, only his head was left, but he was still alive.

"Great dusk, please have mercy and save your believers."

Hernan finally appeared in the sky. He pointed his finger and most of the twelve star confinements were broken. However, he was surprised because his own power did not completely destroy this magic.

"Strange 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 were a hundred years ago, any god's random power, even if the quantity was insufficient, the existence of quality could easily destroy the magic 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 by gods, cannot be easily taken away or destroyed.

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

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

"Nothing - the soil that decays under the dusk is the soil where alien gods grow!"

His voice was majestic, as if an ancient god was roaring in anger from a distant world beyond.

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

Divine Art and Holy Word.

As he spoke, two streams of blood flowed from Hernan's eyes. The god in his body seemed to dim its divine origin at this moment, and it was difficult for him to burst out with all his strength.

Seeing that the Holy Word was unable to expel the other party, Pastor Soto seized the opportunity, came in front of Hernan, pointed his staff, and pierced Hernan's chest. The beating heart shattered in an instant. Just when he was about to release the Great Blessing Spell to extinguish the will of dusk with the power of dawn, a hand grabbed the other end of the staff.

Hernan stared at Pastor Soto with crazy bloodshot eyes. At this moment, the priest of the Holy See, the legendary one who acted as the Pope, also felt his heart suddenly contract. He felt the ancient and inviolable majesty, and also saw the leader of the twilight heaven, the great god looking at him.

He cleansed his eyes with holy light, otherwise his soul might collapse when facing the gods. However, in this way, he lost the opportunity to release the great blessing.

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

"Leave……"

He roared, but before he could finish his words, the flames of dusk burned the heart and it turned into ashes.

Pastor Soto was terrified, for he knew that it was not the heart that was burned, but the heart that was sacrificed by the other party to his own body, the real deity from outside this world.

The other party can take action personally, without the need for an altar or a medium. His existence can easily connect with one's own power.

"damn it!"

Pastor Soto was going crazy, he knew that after this holy war was over, he would have to return to the Holy Mountain to be baptized by the light of dawn. It would take at least three years before he could get rid of the gaze of dusk and heal his heart again.

But he had been away from the Andara Kingdom for such a long time, and the power here would no longer belong to him.

But he had to do this, otherwise he would be eroded by the will of Dusk and become its lackey. By then, he would not have any foothold in the Norris Continent, and even the Dawn Church would hunt him to the ends of the earth in order to eliminate him as a heretic.

In other words, no matter what, he will lose all his rights in the Andara Kingdom, and he will probably have no chance to get them back in the future.

"Surtur, you have succeeded in angering me!"

Pastor Soto was furious, the magic in his hand gradually boiled over, many believers on earth began to hide, countless rays of light gathered in his body like raindrops, and he was about to release a magic with an extremely huge cost.

【Hey! 】

This divine art did not come from within the Church, but in the war between gods, the followers of Dawn acted on behalf of the Lord, the so-called God-given. They took the Lord of Dawn's place and devoured the divine essence of other gods on the battlefields of each plane to feed back the glory of Dawn, which was about to dim.
Thus, there was this divine art, which evolved into - Kui.

This is a blasphemy and is considered a taboo within the Vatican.

But now Pastor Soto can no longer care about so much. He wants to take back his heart, even if he can only take back a part of it, and snatch what belongs to him from the hands of a god.

The holy light turned into a whirlpool, and Hernan's calm eyes finally revealed a hint of surprise and fear. This method could really hurt him, and in the sky where the Twelve Stars Magic was still imprisoned, his consciousness could not escape completely.

"Strange God!"

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

The glorious giant blade that fell from the sky shattered the eternal entanglement, but the next moment, the resistance of the alien god also knocked Pastor Soto thousands of meters away, with broken bones and gray flesh. This was Surtur's final curse. He used the other party's devouring of his own divine origin as a medium, cursing the other party to forever suffer the gaze of dusk, wailing and suffering in the flames before eternal night.

Hernan's eyes began to move, 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 eaten, but Hernan's consciousness gradually returned to his body because of His retreat.

Of course, perhaps he is no longer the Hernan of the past, but His Highness Hernan who has now merged the essence of the dusk god Surtur.

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

"Lord, run away! We have lost. Your followers have been annihilated."

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

"Where am I? Who am I?"

Hernan shook his head, which also shocked Williams that the gods were defeated by Pastor Soto.

The Holy See... is so powerful.

His faith was shaken. The Church of Dawn was so terrifying that a single priest could repel the coming of the gods.

But the next moment, his faith was reaffirmed as Hernan's voice became majestic and he looked at him.

"You seem to have doubts about me."

Williams was terrified and begged for mercy.

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

"Let's go."

Hernan grabbed Williams' head, took a last unwilling look at the broken twin cities, and disappeared into the distance.

He still has a chance to make a comeback, because the Him in his body can sense that a large number of his people are returning from slumber in the distance, and they are more powerful than the followers he created with his divinity.

(End of this chapter)