Throne of the North.

Chapter 342: Kingdom War (XIV) Dusk Fall
The violent elephants were mad, trampling and destroying everything around them recklessly. No matter whether they were orc warriors or other violent elephants, they were all within their attack range.

A sorcerer took the opportunity to climb up, and pounced ferociously towards the knight on the back of the violent elephant, but the next moment he was slashed by the knight's sword, and because of the violent elephant's ferocity, his feet were unstable and he fell straight to the ground.

Before it completely landed on the ground, the violent elephant's hooves, which were like stone pillars, had already covered the body of the witch ghost. A pool of blood and mud appeared on the ground, but it did not affect the violent elephant's movements. It was still crazy. The witch ghost's speed made the violent elephant feel the pain and despair from within the body. This helpless feeling made it irritable, just like its tail being unable to drive away the mosquito on its butt.

It charged in one direction regardless of everything and collided with three violent elephants, which were caught off guard and pounced on by the orc warriors. The sharp bone blades could pierce into the elephants' throats, and the countless tetanus fragments on the elephants could only make these orc warriors pay a limited price.

The crazy elephant was still charging, but the next moment its limbs became as stiff as braked wheels, leaving two hideous marks on the ground.

In front, Farrell's eyes were bloodshot, and his brutal blood made him stand in front of the violent elephant. The violent elephant was extremely terrified in front of him. Even the poison of the witch ghost and the instinct of the violent elephant could not give it the courage.

Because the person in front of it was hundreds or thousands of times more brutal than it was. It could feel the surging power in the other person's body, which seemed to tear apart everything around it.

"No one can stop me from obtaining the legendary gift."

Farrell is in a very extreme state. He is trying to break through and either become a legend in this war that will determine the future of the kingdom, or he will die.

"Neither can you."

Farrell grabbed the elephant's trunk. The next moment, a sudden force like a gust of wind caused the elephant's eyes to burst. Two bloody marks appeared in the air. At that moment, the elephant was swung up by the huge force and became Farrell's weapon.

The tall, mighty and majestic elephant became Farrell's weapon. He swung the elephant, which was covered with tetanus blades, and smashed it towards the surrounding Dusk followers. In less than a minute, the huge elephant's flesh and blood were shattered, and its bones splattered in many corners of the battlefield. Within a range of seven or eight meters around Farrell, no Warthog Orc warrior dared to approach.

"Crush them! War belongs to the elephants!"

Farrell's elephants and the elephants behind him roared and launched a reckless charge against the army of orc warriors who were obviously over-evolved.

The Violent Elephant Legion has withstood the most pressure. If a legendary gift really were to be bestowed, Ryan felt that Legion Commander Farrell deserved it.

Because he was one of the key figures in this battle that determined the future of the kingdom, only a few people in this war can be highlighted in the history records.

The Empire’s Legion Commander Baron Ryan is one, the Vatican’s Pastor Soto is one, the three royal highnesses, no, it should be McPherson and Adams who count as two, the nobles... should not be considered qualified to touch the legend.

The Farrell Legion, which almost determines the balance between the two sides on the battlefield, is a legendary magician and cardinal, or perhaps even a legendary one.

Among these people, at this moment, in the legendary battlefield that influences the course of history and the future, only Legion Commander Farrell is at the peak of the Holy Domain, and he only needs the legendary gift to become a legend.

Therefore, he will also be the only sanctuary in this war who has the potential to become a legend.

Even the remaining sanctuaries on the battlefield are completely unqualified, because their foundation is not enough to support them to become legends.

Maybe... depending on the impact of this war, they can harvest some 'Legendary Fragments'?
If you collect ten of these fragments, you might be able to obtain a legendary gift.

Participate in an event that determines the world pattern and influences the course of history, or perhaps you are just a passerby in it.

However, if a person can experience events that influence the world and history ten or a hundred times, then his experience itself will be a legend, and even if it is written in a biography, it will be a best-seller all over the world.

Isn’t this also a kind of legend?

Of course, this is a bit far-fetched. At this moment in the royal city of the Andara Kingdom, Farrell is the person with the last chance.

Perhaps this is his only chance in this life. After all, if he fails, even if he survives by chance, he will be hopeless for the rest of his life. Moreover, he will not be the person in charge of the Wing Canyon in the future. In many legendary events, he is only qualified to be a passerby, a more conspicuous passerby.

This is also the opportunity given to him by the Empire. The Violent Elephant Legion is not under the command of the Legion of Light Judgment, and he is also the commander of a legion sent by the Empire to support the Kingdom of Andara.

He must catch it.

“No one can stop it.”

Knight Farrell was extremely violent. He swung his giant hammer like a tireless city-destroying machine. While killing orc warriors, he also frantically destroyed the buildings and land of the entire royal city. He followed his instinct, which was also the instinct of the violent elephants. War was only a part of them. The essence of the violent elephants was to violently destroy everything in front of them.

"So brutal?"

The arrogant girl Bogeld looked at the crazy Legion Commander Farrell in front of her and couldn't help but pull the armored bears back a little. The armored bears were not stupid, they were also keen on violent battlefields, but the essential difference between them and violent elephants was that they were not controlled by the instinctive desire to destroy everything, but instead they flexibly sought the fun and pleasure brought by war.

boom!
The shield blocked the bone blade. Bogurd turned around and looked at several warthog orc warriors. She didn't move, but Volibear had already jumped out like a python and suppressed the orc warriors under him. His paws and huge mouth turned the orc warriors into broken corpses.

There were several holes in the metal armor on his abdomen, and blood flowed out, making Volibear even more ferocious. He roared, as if he wanted to compete with the elephants in the distance. The mark of thunder between his brows bloomed, and a thunderbolt more than ten meters long pierced through the front, knocking the orc warriors away and making them lose the power to fight against Bogurd.

The long sword kept falling on the orc warriors, and Bogold mercilessly chopped off the hideous heads. Bogold on the battlefield was definitely a devil that made the orcs despair. Her cold emotions showed no mercy, and her ruthless fighting instinct made her kill the orcs without hesitation, not to mention that they were in front of her. Even if the king of the kingdom stood in front of her, she would kill him without hesitation.

In her opinion, hereditary power is wrong and only the strong can become kings.

She was willing to become the commander of the Frozen Territory and a follower of Ryan, but the ability blessed by divinity only accounted for half of it.

The other half comes from Ryan’s own strength.

Running in the royal city, war is the paradise of the armored bear warriors. Bogurd ruthlessly harvests the heads of the orc warriors. After all, the advantage of this war falls on the side of the kingdom.

Hernan's face was so gloomy as to look like water dripping from it as he watched this scene, and Huffman behind him also lowered his head.

"Damn the Dawn Church! Lord of the Dawn."

Hernan cursed, because Pastor Soto was always suppressing his power, preventing dusk from covering the sky of the royal city. What's more, it was noon now, and if you put aside the dark clouds, the sun was shining brightly. The light created by the legendary magician in the distance made the land even brighter.

The terrifying power of faith was affecting the authority of Twilight. Even Surtur of Twilight could not keep his gaze away.

"Your Highness, perhaps we must deal with that Pastor Soto."

"Compared to the Cardinal, Pastor Soto has his own reasons for dealing with you, while Cardinal Raymond is obsessed with his own power. As long as he sees that you can make him lose his status as Cardinal, he will leave on his own."

"As for the Empire's magicians, you should understand that the magicians and you may not necessarily be enemies. The dawn is what he needs to be wary of."

"If Stuart the Light Shepherd is injured, the Church will not miss the opportunity to kill him."

Baron Huffman said this. As a baron of a kingdom, he seemed to know a lot. But Hernan didn't pay attention to it now. He looked at Priest Soto who was constantly releasing healing spells and various blessings in the Vatican Legion. How powerful was this legendary priest? His blessings made the Vatican Legion inflict a tragic massacre on the followers of Dusk.

Although they were still no match for the violent elephant army, Hernan was not going to endure it.

"Traitors!"

A loud rebuke that resounded through the sky descended, and Hernan floated above the sky, looking down at the royal city. This was his kingdom, this was his throne, and anyone who dared to attack him at this moment was a traitor to the kingdom.

"You have betrayed the great king."

"You will pay for your betrayal."

"The bloodline of the Andara royal family is all so stupid."

Ryan sneered, and Hernan looked over. A strong murderous intent emerged in his eyes, but he eventually swallowed up the power of dusk in Wangcheng. Then, devil-like curved horns grew on Hernan's head, flames enveloped his body, and the whole person was bathed in flames and pressed down towards Pastor Soto.

The raging dusk flames descended, but they were not Hernan's means. The greatsword hidden in the flames was the real killer move.

As flames gushed out, a greatsword fell from the sky and smashed onto a snow-white cover, making a deafening roar.

The next moment, dense cracks appeared on the Holy Light Defense Shield, and the shield shattered the moment Pastor Soto raised his staff. The pastor's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated the nineteen blessing methods solidified in his body.

A majestic holy light burst out from the sky, from the earth, and from Pastor Soto's body, covering the battlefield between him and Hernan, barely blocking the attack of the flaming sword.

"How can this be……"

"Foolish mortals, you know my name, but you don't know why I exist."

Hernan stood above Pastor Soto, looking down at the legendary priest below. He sneered and swung the flaming giant sword again.

"Surtur possesses unimaginable power."

Stuart said this from a distance. He was reminding Pastor Soto that the battle between him and Raymond was not over yet, and Pastor Soto could not die like this. Unimaginable power, what is unimaginable power?

When the giant flaming sword came down again, Pastor Soto no longer dared to take it head-on. At the critical moment, the holy light flashed on his body and he appeared a hundred meters away. But because of this, a gully of thirty or forty meters appeared on the ruins of the royal city. The gully was not long, but very deep.

A depth of more than ten meters can bury an unknown amount of domestic waste. This is the power of Surtur's sword.

"Mortal, you can't avoid it."

Hernan's voice was majestic, and Pastor Soto was horrified to find that two walls of fire suddenly appeared on both sides of him. They were closing together, and in the middle of the walls of fire, the big sword was raised again.

This is not a wall of fire, but the path for Surtur to advance, and he, Pastor Soto, is already standing on this path.

The greatsword dropped from the sky, as if the roar of an ancient had descended. How could Priest Soto dare to be arrogant? Today's Surtur was more than twice as powerful as before.

"So you used power and prestige to gain the authority to descend. No wonder you want your vessel to become the king of the Andara Kingdom."

Behind the barrier of divine magic, Priest Soto finally discovered some secrets. He was angry with Raymond. If he had not run away and given up the royal city before, dealing with Surtur would only be a matter of releasing [Ghoul] again.

But now, in front of Hernan at his peak, [喰] would definitely not have much effect.

So……

"Divine Art: Prism!"

A huge hexagonal crystal was suspended above Priest Soto's head. It was a divine prism, something similar to a wizard's tower. It could store both faith and divine power.

The real divine power is not used for attack or defense, but to activate other divine arts.

Pastor Soto raised his head, his eyes revealed madness, holy light permeated his whole body, and his eyes turned snow-white at this moment.

The release of some divine arts requires a price, just like the believers below have to pay the price of their lives to maintain their terrifying combat effectiveness. Pastor Soto also needs to pay in order to obtain powerful strength.

Especially the magic that releases divine power.

Divine Art: [Holy Word Judgment]

In front of Pastor Soto, the snow-white holy light fluttered like thousands of flying catkins. They turned into ninety-nine snow-white chains that locked Hernan in mid-air before he could react.

Then, a long sword slowly flew out from the void as if it came from heaven. It was filled with unimaginable power. Many people on the battlefield subconsciously avoided looking at it, because if they looked at it for another second, their eyes might be blinded.

"Surtur, meet the wrath of my Lord!"

Pastor Soto shouted, but just as he was about to swing the sword of Holy Word Judgment, the world before his eyes changed.

The royal city disappeared, even the sky and the earth became blurred and far away. All that remained in his eyes was the endless dusk and the blazing flames. He instinctively wanted to escape, but how could he do that?

This is Surtur's domain.

"Mortal, do you really think that the last time you ate my divinity, it was without cost?"

"I am watching you."

As the majestic and ancient voice fell, a pair of eyes filled with flames appeared in front of Pastor Soto.

Pastor Soto closed his eyes, but it was no use, he still saw, and tears of blood began to flow from his eyes. This was the price a mortal had to pay for looking directly at a god, and Pastor Soto was not qualified to face a real god.

In the outside world, on the battlefield of the royal city, Priest Soto, whose soul will was being watched by Surtur's true body at dusk, stood there in a daze. He was in a trance, and the holy light of the dawn was surging in his body, but it still could not bring Priest Soto back from the heaven of dusk.

"Mortal, you have been corrupted by me, how dare you continue to appear in front of me."

Hernan's voice echoed in the sky. His limbs were blocked, but two more arms grew out of the flames.

The flaming sword really fell down. At the moment when the sword landed above his head, Priest Soto finally woke up from Surtur's gaze. However, he had just woken up when the flaming sword had already touched his forehead.

A terrifying atmosphere enveloped my heart, and unimaginable power and heat overwhelmed everything.

"No!"

Pastor Soto roared in fear, and in desperation tried to block the sword with the Judgment of the Holy Word, but the Judgment of the Holy Word was never used for defense.

The snow-white sword light pierced through Hernan, but under the flaming sword, Pastor Soto was unable to leave even his corpse and soul.

"He died just like that."

In the sky, the clergy of the Holy See and those knights reacted and wanted to rescue Pastor Soto. However, the two holy domains flying closest to them were also killed and seriously injured by the flames. This flame that could not deal with Pastor Soto was a hopeless despair for the holy domains that were infected.

Ryan watched the traumatized Hernan fly back to the palace hall, which was very high and one of the few places in the royal city that had not been destroyed. Hernan stood there, overlooking the war in the royal city in the name of the king.

Under his gaze, the followers of Dusk, those warthog orc warriors became even more powerful. Their muscles swelled, and they were determined to kill all the humans in the royal city.

Ryan was not too panicked because the Violent Elephant Legion was still there and his army was still strong. Did Hernan kill Pastor Soto?

That's to reduce the pressure on yourself.

You have to know that the enemies of the empire are not only the Dusk and the orcs in front of them, but also the struggle between the Church, royal power and divine power, which is sandwiched between him, Ryan, and Pastor Soto.

He represents the imperial monarchy, while the other party represents theocracy.

Now that Pastor Soto is dead, shouldn't Ryan be smiling?

Ryan smiled happily, and the next moment he opened his eyes wide and looked at the location of the palace.

"Your Highness, how is your injury?"

Huffman stood respectfully behind Hernan. Although Hernan's face flushed, he still managed to speak:

"Just like last time, I won't die, as long as I become the real king..."

A pitch-black dagger, the tip of which pierced through Hernan's heart. At that moment, the power of dusk appeared again in Hernan's body, and Surtur's will tried to descend into his body again.

"It's useless. This is a weapon specially forged for the gods."

The black dagger was burning with dark flames. Haffman covered his mouth, loosened his grip and stepped back. He was afraid of death, but he could only take a few steps back before he ran into the wall-like body behind him.

Turning around, Huffman felt much more relaxed.

"Mr. Rosalind, you are here at last."

The tall knight hidden in the black armor ignored Baron Huffman. After watching Hernan being gradually burned by the black flames and the dagger falling to the ground, he finally spoke.

"Pick it up and put it away."

Baron Haffman did as he was told, and the black-armored knight took Haffman and disappeared instantly.

Ryan, who saw the whole process, suddenly remembered the information about Baron Haffman mentioned in the letter that Appiah sent back to the Frozen Territory.

The Baron has three letters, addressed to three completely contradictory nobles.

Two-faced? A baron who has dealings with the royal family, the Grand Duke of Griffin, and... Meyers?

"Hernan actually died in his hands."

(End of this chapter)