Throne of the North.

Chapter 558: War is never described on paper, the opportunity for legend

The loss of the legendary sword was no less than the death of a beautiful woman, but Master Ryan was heartbroken for three days and then stopped feeling any more.

War reports came from the south. Under the leadership of the wise and powerful Emperor of the Empire, the Empire's army defeated the Vatican's army. The war moved south. It was said that the King of the Kingdom of Carlos killed three of his favorite women in one night.

Ryan became serious. He had previously advised Master Leman not to leave the empire and enter the Kingdom of Carlos.

Just because of worry.

The Holy See is not weak. No matter how many wars the Empire wins, the Holy See is always powerful.

The corruption of the Dawn Church led to inefficient decision-making, but when the Southern War was pushed to the Kingdom of Carlos, the Church should have finally woken up. The Kingdom of Carlos was a kingdom supported by the Church.

If the Holy See does not respond, then the southern land will definitely not be suppressed by the Dawn Road anymore. The nobles will rise up and attack, and the Holy See will fall from the altar.

Standing on the Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan was holding a letter in his hand, a letter unique to the nobility. The paper was very thin, even more exquisite than all the white paper Ryan had ever had. It seemed to be a special record for magicians?
The price is precious, but there are only a few lines of words recorded on it.

There were two letters from the Imperial Capital to Ryan. One was from the Emperor of the Empire. Columbus III was eager to show off his own glory and brilliance, so he sent a report full of filters and praise to every noble.

The second one came from Count Pascal, which is the one in Ryan's hand at the moment.

There were only a few pieces of information on it. The imperial army suffered more than 75,000 casualties, more than 30% of the medium-sized islands in the Thousand Lakes Province were sunk, 675 priests of the Dawn Church died, 100,000 soldiers of the Carlos Kingdom were killed, and more than 200,000 of the kingdom's population became slaves.

That was all the news, but Ryan understood.

War is never just a few chapters in a war report.

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War is never what we imagine it to be.

After actually participating in the war for a month and a half, the mage Lehman, the 'Rhythm of the Forest', finally understood this fact with his pale face.

What does war look like in his opinion?
A war between magicians is a battle between magicians. Countless powerful magics are formed under the chanting of the magicians. The sky changes color as the light of magic illuminates the clouds. Meteorites fall from the dome like shooting stars, causing the sky to spin and the earth to tear apart. The lake will form waves and tsunamis, sweeping up all the ants who try to challenge the magic. The strong winds will devour mortals, and the heavy armor they wear will become weapons to kill their flesh. The vines under the ground will come alive and become man-eating monsters, swallowing up all life like the abyss.

Under the magic of the wizard, the war should be glorious and beautiful like a painting, and the war will end when the wizards stop.

But...it's never actually like that.

From the first day, war was not as beautiful as the magicians imagined.

Before they could chant, the holy light from the sky descended. The priests' faith was more devout than the magic of the magicians. Divine arts bloomed from the sun's light, and the meteorites in the sky were defeated and shattered.

Before the magicians could react, the divine arts had already fallen on their heads. Most of the magicians were simply unable to remain calm and cast magic in the violently shaking ocean of magic.

After finally getting through the first battle, Mage Lehman thought it was finally his time to shine. After all, in the Imperial City, the nobles recognized his strength and thought his Phantom Wood Mycelium could play a huge role on the battlefield.

The nobles believed this and promoted it this way, but Master Leman felt that he might be the only one who believed it.

When thousands of soldiers collided with each other, the ground was shaking. The battlefield had no boundaries and was filled with hideous humans. As a magician of the Holy Land, Mage Leman really shined. His magic could easily kill those slave soldiers, but his magic also made the clergy of the Holy See target him.

Less than a minute after the magic was released, Holy Light Knights came towards him from all directions. They were covered with a large amount of blessings, which weakened the power of magic to the extreme. Moreover, in the center of the battlefield, the priests who were kneeling on the ground devoutly held their hands clasped in front of their chests. The Holy Light, with the priests as the center, dispelled all negative forces in the range.

What is negative power? Everything that can bring obstacles to the soldiers of the Holy See is negative power, whether it is the weapons in the hands of the imperial soldiers, the armor they wear, or the magic released by the magicians.

All are within the scope of purification.

Mage Lehman was not accustomed to the lightning-fast pace of the battlefield. The main body of the war had never been the magicians like them who came from afar. When the Holy Light Knights bloomed with snow-white holy light and launched an arrogant charge while shouting the glory of the Lord of Dawn, magic seemed redundant.

In the end, it was the knights from the imperial nobles who blocked the Holy Light Knights. Their heavy metal armors were colliding.

Metal is a very precious resource, and metal forged into armor is even more precious. However, over the past hundred years, the nobles have continued to discover other worlds and draw resources from them at all costs to nourish themselves.

This led to an increase in the number of knights, but almost every knight had a set of equipment.

The knight's sword slashed wildly, leaving hideous cracks on the opponent's armor, until one side finally couldn't hold on anymore, or the armor was torn and pierced by the sword, and only then did this collision of pure muscle power come to an end.

Such impacts of blood and iron on the earth continued one after another. As far as the eye could see, the original environment of the war could no longer be seen. At dawn, the army of the Holy See was excited as if it could eat an elephant, but when dusk came, the army of the empire showed no signs of decline, and those who were defeated had already died on the battlefield.

The night is the only drumbeat for both sides, and when the next day comes, everything will start all over again.

And on this southern battlefield, the number of nobles has never been small.

Master Leman found that he was extremely wrong.

It is true that the vast majority of the nobles in human civilization are greedy, incompetent and powerless trash nobles, but there are also a small number of nobles who support the entire human civilization.

It’s not a problem with the noble group, but the fact that the world does not need so many nobles. Just a small number of nobles who can do things are enough.

Just like the nobles on this battlefield, Leman saw for the first time that the Empire's elector, His Highness Floyd, had returned from the south and was fighting madly on the battlefield here. Countless nobles and soldiers followed him with boiling blood. He always thought that the Volvo in the imperial capital was the most likely one, but what he saw here gave him a completely different feeling.

The Elector was personally at the forefront of the war, unscrupulously unleashing the violent aesthetics of chivalrous power. Perhaps he did not have the most supporters, but the nobles who supported Freud were definitely the most steadfast and loyal.

Whether in the sky or on the earth, there seemed to be no place for magicians to stand, Lehman thought sadly. He was a magician of the Holy Land, but he could not find the energy and ability to end the war. At that moment, he realized that he was still far away from becoming a legend.

However, Master Lehman was still wrong.

War is not without a place for magicians. When dozens of high towers of the Magic Academy were suspended above the battlefield, Mage Leman saw the most shocking scene in his life.

He saw that the devout priests of the Vatican were in fear, and the Holy Light Knights who did not know how to retreat were interrupted in the middle of their prayers by their own trembling voices. Countless soldiers from both sides on the battlefield stood there in despair and deathly silence. They wanted to kneel down and escape.

But they couldn't do anything.

The Mage Tower was connected to the void of the battlefield, and brilliant and colorful lights lit up, just like the boundary moment between eternal night and dawn, the sun slowly rose from the end of the world, His great glory was like thousands of sharp blades piercing the curtain of darkness. The glory of the magicians was born in every desperate destruction. They used magic power as paint and carved the blood of all things into the chapters of history.

The magicians possessed very powerful strength, especially when they were fully prepared. The moment the magician towers blossomed, the entire battlefield lost its sound, and only infinite light replaced everything in sight. It was the [Shepherd of Light] who was in control, and he even turned the sun's light into his own magic.

The battlefield was crushed directly, and no matter what existed on the battlefield, it turned into dust in the ruins.

Mage Leman knew that the nobles would send battle reports to the Imperial Capital every day, but he had also seen that the nobles would never send back the casualties caused by the magicians.

Leman was puzzled for a long time until an acquaintance in the Mage Tower told him the truth.

"Every noble on this battlefield is extremely eager for victory in the war. They do not want the large number of deaths in the war to cause the emperor and the nobles to retreat psychologically." The battle reports were beautified time and time again. For example, there would not be a scene in which the battlefield turned into ruins overnight, nor would there be deaths not only on the battlefield but also in the camp for the wounded.

After swallowing the wild magic potion, the wounded will transform into fearless warriors until they die completely.

In the imperial capital, no noble was more determined to fight the war than the emperor, but even the emperor would probably be afraid if he came to the front line. Only the nobles here reached an unspoken consensus to let the noble emperor sit on his throne in the clouds without having to see the waves of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

After all, after the war is over, the nobles on the front line will be the biggest beneficiaries of all the benefits.

After the Pan-Dimensional War of Gods, the empire became increasingly bloated and powerful, to the point where the emperor had no more titles to bestow upon the nobles, and the nobles could only rob on their own.

War has sunk costs and heavy casualties, so these nobles who are fighting for their own interests will not declare the end of the war.

Lehman never understood the reason behind this. He wandered around in the war like a tourist. As a sanctuary magician, he moved as quickly as a strategic weapon.

He didn't even know how he could use magic to influence the war here. The Phantom Wood mycelium was powerful, but on the battlefield, their outbreak took too long.

Those Vatican soldiers will die before his power blooms.

But in the end, Master Lehman succeeded.

Earl of Sterling, the great nobleman, found Master Leman and said he would give him a chance.

"Are you the candidate recommended by my grandson?"

Earl Sterling was the father of Ryan's mother, Clarence Sterling, an earl of the empire and a great noble. He was an old man, but he had the spirit and energy of a young man.

He was not a supporter of the war, but stood on the side of Grand Duke Fleming. He participated in the war because of Earl Clayton.

If Earl Clayton could become the fifth Grand Duke of the Empire, Earl Stirling would be able to obtain huge benefits and interests.

why?
First of all, the Earl of Clayton's bloodline is very fertile, but the Earl of Clayton's family does not have too many nobles like Ryan, and there are not enough people in the aristocratic circle.

Secondly, the Earl of Clayton has two countesses. The first countess is the daughter of Grand Duke Fleming. If the Earl of Clayton becomes the Grand Duke of Clayton, there will be differences in the interests between him and Fleming.

At that time, the second Countess's identity as a member of the Earl of Stirling's family made her the first candidate for support that Grand Duke Clayton could think of. At that time, in Grand Duke Clayton's circle, Earl of Stirling would naturally be the most steadfast ally and high-ranking aristocrat.

That's what aristocrats are like, with interests intertwined and in a tangled mess.

So even though he was against war, Earl Stirling still led his army to the southern battlefield.

"My arcane army will launch an attack at dawn tomorrow morning. That is when the priests of the Holy See are at their most powerful. However, my army will break through the defenses of the Holy Light Knights and completely disrupt the battlefield. Your magic will be needed then. I have already brought the magic crystal energy you need from the Emperor Chosen."

A mountain of magic crystals was placed in front of Mage Leman, but he was curious about how Earl Sterling could defeat the Vatican's army at dawn when they were at their strongest.

The second one is too difficult. Early in the morning, Wizard Lehman saw the silver-white arcane legion. It is said that it was the arcane legion created by Grand Duke Earl Sterling who integrated the divine essence of the gods into five thousand sets of armor. The knights are not the most important, the armor they wear is the body of the arcane legion.

When the arcane army charged, a hazy silver-white color penetrated the battlefield like the aurora. Those arcane knights seemed to turn into a ray of light. In just three seconds, they penetrated the two-kilometer battlefield and appeared in the center of the Holy Light Knights.

The Holy Light Knights of the Vatican had no time to react at all. They didn't even have time to let the Holy Light fall before they saw the long swords of the Arcane Knights. They tried to resist in panic but were massacred on a large scale.

Wizard Leman finally found the opportunity. He was extremely excited. If he wanted to become one of the masters of the towers in the magic academy, he had to produce results. Before, he was at a loss because he had no chance.

Now is the chance.

Under the power of magic, the celestial phenomena were also changed. The power of the sanctuary called upon the magical factors that were everywhere in the void. The sky was a little dim at dawn, and countless dense hyphae grew in the cracks of the blood-soaked land.

They grew vigorously like bean sprouts, were torn apart by the sharp swords on the battlefield in the chaos, and then flew like dandelions, and were sucked into the mouths of the priests with rapid breathing. The priests were concentrating on blessing and purifying the Holy Light Knights and had no time to take care of themselves.

This war was not a pleasant one. Although the Holy Light Knights were caught off guard, they still managed to retreat with a large number of priests.

"I can activate the mycelium in their bodies at any time."

Master Leman said nervously that Earl Sterling asked him to wait.

"You only have one chance. Once you are exposed, those priests will have ways to deal with you, and then it will be useless."

"This is your only chance to enter the magic academy."

Mage Leman suppressed his excitement until three days later, when large-scale wars broke out at various edges of the Thousand Lakes Province. Mage Leman finally informed the humans of the civilization on the west coast of the Norris Continent of his arrival.

On the battlefield, the chanting priests, knights, missionaries, and believers had fungi like hay madly growing out of their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses. The fungi were not only devouring their vitality, but also affecting their limbs. With the emergence of uncoordinated movements, death was a common occurrence. What was even more terrifying was that many Holy Light Knights waved their swords and slashed at the priests.

Countless chaos and massive deaths occurred at this moment. On the battlefield, which was already tense, the army of the Holy See suddenly became at a loss.

In addition, the imperial army was advancing and attacking frantically, and the Vatican army instinctively retreated in panic, and then defeat was imminent.

Everyone was able to fight a favorable battle without any instruction, and the soldiers chased after the enemies with jealous eyes, and finally the war between the Empire and the Church landed on the land of the Kingdom of Carlos.

Master Lehman's body was also covered in boiling blood. He had never experienced such a scene during his training on the East Coast.

Just when Lehman was distracted, many mages suddenly started calling out from behind.

"Legend! Legend!"

"legend!!!"

The birth of a legend requires experience and participation, as well as a high degree of direct involvement in events that can influence the course of history.

Those magicians who were called upon all came from Grand Duke Rodrigo. He wanted to create a legend in the war and let more magicians participate in the war between the Empire and the Church, thereby promoting the establishment of the Imperial Magicians Association.

Master Leman didn't know this, but he suddenly woke up.

"Yeah, legend, legend!"

In such a war, legends can definitely be born, and isn’t he, Master Leman, the one at the top of the Sanctuary who plays a decisive role in this war?
Mage Leman was trembling with excitement. He didn't expect that the closest he would be to becoming a legend would be when he came to the Empire.

He looked at the war ahead with fanatical eyes, and followed it while murmured the gift of legend.

A large number of magicians followed, and they were also excited, not only because of Archduke Rodrigo's idea, but also because witnessing the legend itself was an honor.

(End of this chapter)