Throne of the North.

Chapter 542 [Ancient Evidence], Eternal Seal
Ryan directly stated his purpose and invited the legendary Lord Moonlight to help kill Pastor Yawen.

The Empire will embrace this land's faith in the God of Light.

As expected, Ryan was locked up after he finished speaking.

It can’t be considered as imprisonment, it’s just that Moonlight Manor is a bit simple, no, to be precise, it’s too natural.

Ryan saw many magical plants outside his room, such as the tree lotus that bloomed a petal every hour, the trees that emitted purple frost mist from the dry cracks, and the wooden stakes not far away that seemed to be a warning and would scream if Ryan left too far.

It is said that the Moonlight Knight has a close relationship with the elves, and he even became a legend because of the elves, which is why he settled in this place closest to the [Forest].

Ryan looked relaxed, but the Earl and his companions on the other side were so panicked that they were dizzy.

"Hand him over to the Vatican and let the Vatican know that it was this Imperial Baron who framed us. Only in this way can we clear our name."

Count Mo Tong said nervously, but this time, it was Count Jin Tong who spoke up to stop him.

"You're right, but..."

"We are out of food. When those people in my territory killed the priest in the church, they burned the little food that was already there."

"The Holy See will know that we were wronged, but we have no food."

They could hand Ryan over to the Holy See and let the Holy See know the truth. The Empire would most likely have to pay a huge price to redeem Baron Ryan, but Gerald had no food.

"Everything you said has nothing to do with Gerald."

"We still can't even win this war."

Count Mo Tong was unwilling.

"We may not be without a chance. Pastor Yawen is very powerful. The Crusaders can launch an attack to defeat the Andara Kingdom."

"you are right."

Count Jintong suddenly put his hand on his nephew's shoulder.

"You are right. Pastor Yawen and the Crusaders may be able to defeat the two extraordinary legions from the Andara Kingdom, but they may also fail."

"If it succeeds, then it doesn't matter. If it fails... Gerald has no food left."

"Not only will we be without food, but we will also lose all of Gerald's wealth, and we will never have the chance to fulfill our promise to my father and my grandfather."

"Gerald...is about to disappear in your hands and mine."

"We have no food left. We can't afford to lose."

"We can only win. Only by winning can we preserve Gerald's dignity and wealth. Only in this way can we return to our ancestral land deep in the North, to our homeland."

"Gerald must not fall in our hands, and our descendants must not become wandering nobles."

"That's a blasphemy to our last name."

Count Mo Tong's eyes were red. He could not accept such a result because it was beyond his expectations.

"The greedy Imperial Baron doesn't want our wealth, but everything of Gerald."

"uncle."

Looking at his nephew who had figured everything out, Melan Gerald also took a deep breath and then looked at Earl Mo Tong.

"My son is dead. I only have two sons. But just yesterday, Morstan died in the chaos when he went to ask the priest for food. He was not killed by the northern baron, but by the priest... He was killed by the magic of the dawn."

"Mostan was not alert at all. He was a magician, but he had forgotten the Church's hatred of magicians, so he had no reaction when faced with divine magic."

"he died."

If the death of the priest left no room for reconciliation between the Holy See and Gerald, then the same was true in reverse. The death of one of Earl Gerald's sons also left no room for reconciliation, not to mention that the priest died in the subsequent chaos.

Count Mo Tong fell silent. According to seniority, the deceased Mostan was his brother.

"We have no right to choose failure, because we are carrying Gerald's dignity and honor. We can only stand on the winning side."

"Gerald has been in decline for a hundred years. It's time for us to make a change."

Count Mo Tong looked at Count Jin Tong in surprise.

As a young noble, Earl Mo Tong had always been keen on change, while Earl Jin Tong had always believed that ancient traditions needed to be maintained so that they could remember Gerald's former glory.

The two sides are competitors, so it is natural that there will be differences, but no one expected that Earl Jintong would suddenly change his mind.

"I have not changed my position. I still believe that Gerald's ancient loyalty cannot be changed. I have only changed myself. I should have realized long ago that Gerald must be the winner to fulfill our oath to the crown."

Ryan was locked up after just a few words, and when he woke up the next day, he was free.

"I'm glad that Gerald made this choice, although...actually your heated discussion yesterday was meaningless."

Ryan said with a smile that he was having breakfast with two earls and the legendary knight. The breakfast here was fruit and milk, which tasted very good. The nobles' enjoyment of this was somewhat inconsistent with the background of the times.

"What do you mean?"

Count Mo Tong stared at Ryan. He could not accept the result at this moment. He actually sat together with the damn greedy imperial nobles.

Count Gold Eyes did not react at all, but he knew the reason clearly. Count Zeton Gerald Black Eyes' father, his elder brother, died because the Empire had robbed Gerald of a precious treasure a hundred years ago, and then he was cursed by the orcs in the war with them.

That treasure could lift the curse, but Gerald lost it, resulting in the current Earl of Black Eyes being much younger than the Earl of Gold Eyes.

Ryan drank the milk in one gulp, then picked up a red fruit and bit into it.

"I never thought I would fail when I came here. I will not let the two earls send me to the court of the Holy See."

"My army has already set out this morning."

"Their destination is the battlefield between the kingdom and the Crusades. I am here to join the battle on the orders of the emperor. It would be inappropriate not to fight a war, right?"

"Their destination is the battlefield. They set out from Lord Mo Tong's castle... Don't look at me like that. Your castle is closer to there."

Count Mo Tong stood up angrily and shouted:

"impossible!"

"My soldiers will never allow the Empire's troops to walk on Gerald's territory!"

Ryan smiled indifferently and said:

"What if, in this army, there is Gerald's flag flying in the wind?"

"Unfortunately, I met your son on the way here. Kemon Gerald is a very good successor. I think he will be better than you in the future."

"I stole that flag. Or maybe... I had someone weave it a long time ago?"

"I have heard the story of 'The Knight and the King' many times recently. I admire the loyalty and creed of the knights in Gerald's territory, but I have to say that the world is undergoing tremendous changes and the times are progressing. Gerald's system is relatively primitive and backward."

"Your knights will not stop Gerald's badge when they see it, right?"

Ryan wiped his mouth and looked at the Moonlight Knight who had been silent.

"Respected Sir Tiffany, you should set off. At least you should arrive at the battlefield before my army, otherwise I am afraid that Pastor Yawen will run away."

"If we really let him get away, I'm afraid that all the responsibility will be put on Gerald in the future. After all, he is a powerful legend who is almost a demigod."

"The priests of the Church have fallen and have some principles, but it is a pity that he is a redeemer who returned from serving in the abyss for a hundred years. Look at the vicious sinners around him."

"Gerald will defend all the glory and dignity of the ancient bloodline in this war, but the empire must see his sincerity."

Ryan put down his napkin, took the knife in his hand, stood up and pressed it towards the palm of his left hand.

As blood dripped down, Ryan looked at the two earls seriously.

"With Ryan's blood, as a witness to our loyalty to each other, I promise that Gerald will not lose any of his wealth."

Ryan looked at the blood soaking his palms and laughed.

"I heard that in the story of 'The King and the Knight', the oath was defended with blood. Even the king would shed his own blood on the king's sword."

Well, in the past, many kings of the Kingdom of Gerald died early due to tetanus.

They always liked to shed blood on the ancient sword token. The forging technology at that time was not that good. The ancient knight's sword had long been rusted.

"You should leave now."

Ryan looked at Knight Tiffany. In fact, this was the most nervous moment for him, because if this legend remained unmoved, his more than 2,000 knights and attendants of the Bucks Legion would suffer heavy casualties, and it would also affect the trust between him and Count Pascal. Throughout the whole process, the only thing Ryan was not sure about was whether this legendary knight who had lived for nearly 200 years was still the guardian knight of King Gerald.

Does he...

Ryan didn't continue thinking about it, because a ray of moonlight rushed into the sky. The answer was revealed, and Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ryan looked at the two earls who swore an oath with blood. Fortunately, these two did not use any tetanus blade.

"Praise the Light. I think He will welcome a devout believer like Gerald."

……

battlefield.

Before the nobles had even started their breakfast, the Ghost Legion and the Gargoyle Legion had already launched the most fierce and proactive attack since the start of the war.

"Remember what you said. If the war cannot be ended today, I will make you pay a heavy price!"

Grand Duke Leta looked at Count Pascal coldly. He only found out a few days ago that the nobles of these two empires had been providing food and supplies to Gerald without telling him, which allowed the war to continue until today.

"Are you still worried about the damage done to these monsters of yours?"

Pascal looked unceremoniously at the crazy witch and ghost legions under Grand Duke Leta. Some hidden brutal bloodline had been activated in them, and there was no turning back the moment they rushed into the battlefield.

"What do you think they are? They were once human beings, the people of my territory, not the gargoyles you dug out from your mines."

Count Pascal stopped arguing with Grand Duke Leta, and they both stared at the chaotic war on the battlefield.

Count Pascal was the most nervous. What he wanted was not even victory in the war, but to kill Pastor Alvin in the most desperate cage.

"Is Lord Ivan back?"

Count Pascal suddenly sensed something, it was the breath of life, and sure enough, the next moment the legendary [Ivy] descended on the battlefield.

Legends once again participated in the war, forcing legends from both sides to enter the battlefield.

"Damn it, why is it at this time?"

Pastor Yawen gritted his teeth. They were running low on food and had been planning to mobilize and launch a desperate counterattack, but they didn't expect that the other side would start a large-scale battlefield first.

They must not be willing to face the final madness of the Crusaders, Pastor Yawen thought. The baron from the north was said to have a high talent for military command. He must have seen that scene and ordered the army to attack in advance to stop the Crusaders' final means.

"Go and call Tiffany Knight!"

Pastor Yawen shouted to one of Gerald's sky knights that for the legend to participate in the war, [Moonlight] must be present. Otherwise, he would have to face [Ivy], one of the ten great priests of the empire, alone. However, there was also Count Pascal who was always staring at him. Pastor Yawen was very clear about the other party's hatred for him during this period.

He was afraid of accidents, so the arrival of Moonlight Knight was perfect.

However, before the Sky Knight had gone far, the brilliant moonlight above his head turned like a sharp blade, piercing through the sky from afar.

"What a coincidence?"

Pastor Yawen was extremely surprised. Even more than that, he also saw Gerald's knight army. The flags displayed had Gerald's emblem and...

The moment Pastor Yawen was puzzled, moonlight had already descended from the sky. A legendary knight wrapped in silver armor, Lord Tiffany, named "Moonlight", arrived. He swung his sword with terrible power and slashed directly at Pastor Yawen.

"what are you doing?!!!"

Pastor Alvin's hair was trembling. He had no defense or vigilance against the Moonlight Knight. At this moment, a terrible force suddenly came from behind him, directly destroying all the divine blessings on Pastor Alvin.

"He succeeded!"

Count Pascal's eyes lit up, and he was extremely excited when he saw the large amount of blood that Pastor Yawen vomited out.

Almost at the same time, the mighty cavalry below approached the battlefield, the iron hooves of the war horses trampled on the muddy soil, and the indifferent and cold cavalry of the Stag Legion charged towards the battlefield here like a burly stag beast.

"kill!"

Thousands of knights and squires shouted at the same time, the sound shook the battlefield, and then some of the knights began to shout at Gerald's army.

"Gerald's soldiers, follow the Earl's banner and kill the damned Vatican army!"

Gerald had a large number of soldiers, especially slave soldiers, who remained on the battlefield as cannon fodder. They looked at the arrival of the army in confusion.

"This is the Earl's order!"

The emblem on Gerald's flag confused the knights. How could the enemy army come from behind and ask them to kill the Crusaders?

But they instinctively followed Gerald's flag, which was the badge of their devoted loyalty.

Of course, they also saw the attack by Sky [Moonlight] Knight on the Vatican priest.

It's Earl Gerald's order!

"Soldiers, kill those Crusaders!"

The knights turned their swords, and now it was the Crusaders' turn to become busy. The key point was that some inappropriate sounds were mixed in this chaos.

"Food! Our granary has been burned!"

Some of the Crusaders looked in the direction of the fire and became completely panicked.

It might be okay at other times, but they have been suffering from this problem recently.

"Kill them!"

In the sky, Pastor Alvin looked at Pastor Alvin who was constantly attacking him with shock and anger. He resisted hastily and kept retreating in a panic. Mage Alvin on the other side stopped and watched this unbalanced battle with interest due to the sneak attack.

"The Lord will give me the glorious kingdom of heaven."

Pastor Yawen was so angry that he didn't bother to think about the reason. He released divine magic and tried to expand the domain.

It can't be used against Count Pascal, but this magic is very useful against other legends.

But he miscalculated.

The Moonlight Knight before him was even more terrifying than he had imagined, a legend that had lived for such a long time was itself a legend.

"Although the morning light has risen, the moonlight has not yet dissipated."

Knight Tiffany took the initiative. When he arrived, he filled the sky with moonlight. At this moment, as he raised the knight's sword in his hand, the moonlight in the sky blocked the rays of the rising sun.

The light of the Lord of Dawn could not shine down, so Priest Yawen's magic could not be formed.

After all, the power of the clergy comes from the great Lord of the Dawn above their heads, while the power of other legends is released from their own bodies. Coupled with the priority effect, the summoning of the divine art of heaven was delayed countless times.

This time is enough for this legendary knight to squander.

【Ancient Evidence】

The majestic roar was like the roar of a prehistoric beast, or like the roar of the sky and the earth colliding with each other.

The sword in Knight Tiffany's hand turned into silver moonlight and chopped down. The fighting skills from the Elf King's Court appeared in his hands at this moment.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, Pastor Alvin's heart was pounding, and Count Pascal was stroking the agate in his hand in the distance, ready to take action at any time.

A silver sword light appeared, dividing the sky. It was neither parallel to the earth nor vertical, but divided the sky and the earth at a forty-five-degree angle. Both areas had vast sky and vast land. The only difference was that in the upper half, the light was hanging high, while the blurred outline of the sun appeared in the lower half.

As the sword light slashed down, the forty-five-degree angle boundary that divided the sky began to tilt towards a parallel angle.

Until a certain moment, the silver sword light was completely parallel to the earth. At this moment, the world seemed to be divided into two halves. The outline of the sun below disappeared, while the moon above became brighter and brighter.

The sky became spectacular, but in the eyes of Pastor Yawen, an incomparable antiquity and terror descended. The moon seemed to be staring at him, causing the believer of the Lord of the Dawn to instinctively prostrate himself before it in awe. He trembled all over, without any way to resist the touch of this great lady.

Such was the terrible power of this long-lived, legendary knight.

Click~!

All the divine arts in Priest Yawen's body and soul were shattered. As the sword chopped at him, the legendary priest fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"An eternal, empty, lonely death is your proper judgment and fate."

The whisper of despair sounded in his ears, and Count Pascal appeared. The light of the agate in his hand became brighter and brighter in Pastor Yawen's eyes.

boom!
A huge force hit the ground, and the heavy impact caused a huge deep pit to appear on the land that was already unable to bear the weight. What was frightening was that Pastor Yawen's body was not in the deep pit, and there was not even any dust.

The land and Pastor Yawen himself disappeared along with everything else, completely vanishing from this world.

(End of this chapter)