Throne of the North.

Chapter 586 Bringing the World into a New Era of Extraordinary Power (Part 4)

This meeting was not a meeting of all the nobles; only the Earl of Clayton and the Earl of Stirling, along with a dozen or so other nobles led by the two great nobles, were present.

As Archduke Fleming grew older, his political group disintegrated, and powerful nobles with close alliances, such as the Earl of Clayton and the Earl of Stirling, began to plan new paths.

Ryan was naturally part of this small group, forming cliques and factions.

Earl Stirling, Ryan's maternal grandfather, was worried about the threat posed by Archbishop Doyle, but was even more shocked by Ryan's suggestion.

"Kill him?"

"Following your suggestion, our war will not be a large-scale, all-out war, and killing him will not be too easy."

Killing the enemy commander-in-chief in war is as horrifying as Freud dying in war, and such a task is almost impossible to accomplish.

It was as if Freud had truly encountered a fatal danger, and the entire battlefield, including Archduke Meyers, would have spared no effort to save him.

Ryan's smile remained unchanged.

"Just because it can't be done in war doesn't mean it can't be done outside of war."

"Do you remember how Lord Marquis Northwind died?"

Corisna Columbus, the first Marquis of Northwind Province, died in an assassination attempt by the Dawn Church at his mansion in Thundercloud County.

The Empire's first war against the Papacy a few years ago had the Marquis's justification.

“We can also use the same method to kill Archbishop Doyle. Once he’s dead, there probably won’t be another person within the Vatican who would inflict such a terrible divine punishment on the royal city.”

Ryan thought this suggestion would cause the nobles to hesitate and reject it again, but he did not expect that his count father and count grandfather were actually seriously considering it.

As a result of this deliberation, Lord Clayton brought up this method directly at a military conference a few days later.

"Assassinate Doyle?"

Led by Freud, all the nobles considered this possibility, and then made a decision with a speed that even Ryan found swift.

"Then kill him!"

Freud looked at Grand Duke Meyers, who was about to return to the Empire, as the retired Grand Duke Fleming was currently in the process of transferring power.

Before leaving, the Grand Duke was still able to do things.

Grand Duke Meyers nodded and said:
"I will send someone to assassinate him."

Throughout the process, Ryan did not show off as he had last time, but silently watched the whole process and the result.

The nobles didn't seem to be as upright as they imagined.

The military conference was convened because the Papacy had amassed a large army in the southern lands, and they were passionately mobilizing under the pretext of judging the Empire and avenging the cardinals.

Ryan halted the advance of hundreds of thousands of noble troops in the southern lands, but he could do no more.

With a large army assembled, Archbishop Doyle ordered the army to launch an attack almost immediately.

War broke out once again.

……

Ryan rode atop Winterhorse, a magnificent steed that shimmered in the sunlight. Over the years, it had evolved, becoming a being comparable to a dragon, thanks to the blessing of the spirits of the Swadifari world.

With banners fluttering overhead, Ryan gazed at the dark horizon in the distance, a vast horizon that seemed to surge like a tide.

Ryan made the Empire's wars more sophisticated, but the Dawn Church on the other side did not make the same changes. Hundreds of thousands of troops were simply assembled and then launched an attack.

A ten-kilometer-long line rose across the vast land, launching an attack on the empire's defenses, and its length continued to increase as it advanced.

Ryan awaited Floyd's orders as the war's supreme commander. Only when the distant enemy could clearly see that they were not ants but humans did the Elector finally make a show of himself, taking to the sky.

"Long live the Flor Empire!"

The elector's roar ignited a frenzied cheer among countless soldiers.

"Long live the Flor Empire!"

The thunderous roar was the order of war. Ryan slowly covered his faceplate. Although many nobles advised him to stay in a safe place and watch his army attack, Ryan refused.

His enemy was not strong, and Ryan also needed to appease the power of the Dragon Heart in the war to refine the Dragon Heart within his body more efficiently.

Having been a Sky Knight for a long time, Ryan is eager to speed up his journey to the Sanctuary.

"Let our enemies revere the extraordinary."

Ryan's voice boomed, and the Buck Legion cavalry behind him stood ready, slowly raising their lances and lowering their bodies, their movements rising and falling with the thunderous hooves of their warhorses.

"Break through them!"

Each knight could easily wield hundreds of pounds of strength, a force that the Papal army could not withstand. The knights slaughtered the forced slave soldiers as if they were invincible.

They are just cannon fodder, and the only role they can play is that of cannon fodder.

"Don't be in love with war!"

Ryan roared and led the Bucks forward. The enemies in their path had no courage to resist and practically made way for them.

In less than three minutes, Ryan appeared behind these tens of thousands of people. Looking at the chaotic army behind him, Ryan knew that even if they charged to the front of the Imperial defenses, they would not achieve much.

Extraordinary armies are not meant to slaughter cannon fodder; extraordinary power is naturally meant to be used against extraordinary enemies.

Ryan did not give the order immediately. After waiting for a moment, he finally saw the familiar flag.

The Flame Dragon Knights army also swept over the Papacy's cannon fodder, appeared in a certain direction on the battlefield, and then launched an attack towards Archbishop Doyle.

"Let's go too!"

Ryan led the already heavily damaged Bucks Legion forward. He was not part of the main force in this war; his role was merely to make a formality. Archbishop Doyle's camp was located behind thousands of tents, surrounded by the protection of 100,000 Dawn Church soldiers. These soldiers wore full papal armor and carried metal spears that were far superior to those of the slave soldiers.

Clearly, these are the Holy Mountain's elite troops, and Doyle cannot treat them as expendable soldiers.

In addition, three superhuman legions of the Papacy were also stationed around. When Archbishop Doyle saw that several superhuman legions of the Empire actually wanted to attack his place, he was somewhat surprised, then he sneered and stood alone on the altar.

"The Lord will judge the enemies of the dawn, and the Lord will also protect His devout believers."

"The nobles of the Empire want to kill me? Then they'd better be prepared to die here!"

The surrounding believers stared fervently at the archbishop.

"Give the order to the troops at the front to have a group of the Kingdom's troops turn around and surround these Imperial troops who are oblivious to their own doom."

Doyle issued the order, intending to inflict heavy losses on the Empire's extraordinary legions so that the Empire would accept defeat more quickly. Then, he could use the prestige of victory to vie for the vacant position of Cardinal.

"No one can stop me from stepping into the world of red."

Archbishop Doyle smiled expectantly; he could almost see the desperate expressions on the faces of the Imperial troops who wanted to attack him, now surrounded.

But the next moment, Doyle's smile froze. He suddenly realized that the imperial army had stopped attacking his location and was instead rushing towards the various kingdom armies that had turned their attack and were surrounding them from the rear.

Can the armies of the southern kingdoms compare to the extraordinary legions of the Empire? The answer is undoubtedly yes. Ryan previously led 5,000 men to defeat the army of the Kingdom of Lausanne, which is already considered one of the top kingdoms among the six southern kingdoms.

Faced with an extraordinary legion, even the kingdom's army could only be slaughtered. Almost immediately, the flags representing the kingdom and its nobles fell, followed by the collapse of a large number of soldiers.

Are you suggesting they fight an army composed entirely of knights? That's impossible.

The disorganized soldiers naturally fled to places they thought were safe, thus further confusing the Papal army.

In other words, the existence of the Papacy is essential; otherwise, the Empire's military strength would have easily crushed human civilization on the continent of Norris.

The fact that the Orcish invasion, which once required the combined efforts of all humanity and the Holy See to resist, was stopped by the Empire alone in the harsh winter of the North, already illustrates a serious problem.

Without the Papacy, we are all just clay chickens and earthen dogs.

Ryan seemed quite relaxed amidst the chaos, occasionally turning his head to look in the direction of Archbishop Doyle. What decision would he make?

As it turned out, Archbishop Doyle did not launch an overly aggressive attack with 100,000 Dawn Church soldiers, but this clergyman who wanted to become a cardinal quickly imitated the methods of the imperial nobles.

"Lord Kialtil, it is time for your faith to shatter the darkness of the empire."

The only option is to fight the Extraordinary Legion with the Extraordinary Legion.

The superhuman legions of the three major papal courts launched an attack, but the superhuman legions of the empire began to retreat as they advanced; those cannon fodder were no match for the imperial superhumans' advance.

However... these cannon fodder soldiers were able to hold off the Dawn Church's extraordinary legions.

When the Empire's superhuman armies encounter cannon fodder blocking their path, they fight their way through, because fear soon leaves no one in front of them. However, the three superhuman legions belonging to the Papacy obviously cannot slaughter their own allies.

They needed to get going, but their allies blocked their way from the Imperial Legion in the chaos, forcing the Imperial army to quickly withdraw from the battlefield.

Their goal was to cause widespread carnage on the battlefield, instilling immense panic in the Papacy's cannon fodder and ensuring that only half of their hundreds of thousands of troops could reach the Imperial defenses.

Already under psychological pressure from the massacre by the superhuman legion, these cannon fodder soldiers also faced even greater offensive pressure from the enemy's defensive lines. They were not machines, so naturally they felt fear.

One person's fear is nothing, but the fear of countless people brings courage... the courage to retreat.

Archbishop Doyle's first attack ended in failure, and the enraged archbishop sternly rebuked the southern nobles who were blocking his path to becoming a cardinal.

Then, three days later, they launched another massive offensive.

This time, the hundreds of thousands of troops were no longer huddled together, but were divided into three parts to launch the attack. This way, even if the Empire's superhuman legions wanted to attack his location, they would have to consider the cost of their departure causing the defenses to fall.

Each of the three parts has a superhuman legion at the end, which can also effectively prevent the imperial superhuman legions from committing massacres.

However, it still ended in failure, because even if the defensive line was in danger of falling, the Empire's extraordinary legions were completely separated from the ordinary soldiers and were looking around for an opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the Papal army.

Earl Clayton truly succeeded. As a cavalry super legion, the Flame Dragon Knights were naturally not lacking in mobility. He bypassed the Templar Knights' location and, together with Earl Sterling's arcane legion, severely damaged the noble alliance led by the two kingdoms. Moreover, the super legion called the Angelic Squires was also surrounded by them.

The extraordinary legions of Earl Clayton, Earl Sterling, and two other noble earls surrounded the angelic servants. These angelic servants, clad in magnificent robes and with eyes like wild beasts, finally revealed their power in this desperate situation.

Ryan was on the fringes of the war. Whether it was to protect him or to prevent him, the baron, from gaining even greater merit in the war, he seemed somewhat bored amidst the united efforts of the nobles.

Ryan also witnessed the power of this angelic servant.

Surrounded by a large number of enemies, the kingdom's army dared not come to the rescue of the angel servants. And these angel servants, from beginning to end, did not show any fear or apprehension. In fact... Ryan saw something bulging beneath their snow-white and gorgeous robes.

wow~
An angelic attendant raised his head, his eyes completely white. He tore open his robe with one hand, and thousands of white robes fluttering in the air gradually revealed the true form of the angelic attendant.

Pairs of enormous wings grew and unfurled. At the same time, the flesh and blood of the angel servants began to swell. They still vaguely resembled humans, but they were four or five meters tall, with muscular arms as thick as trees.

Their immense weight and strength left deep footprints in their feet, and as their expressions turned wildly frightened, their snow-white eyes became even more holy and devout.

With monstrous roars, the angelic servants brandished their weapons and launched an attack on the surrounding Flame Dragon Knight legion.

Gargoyles? Ryan was somewhat surprised; these angel servants looked very similar to the gargoyle army at this moment.

It seems that gargoyles and angels are indeed closely related; no wonder the Empire is wary of Count Pascal.

Many extraordinary knights on the battlefield showed solemnity and worry, but the Flame Dragon Knight Legion did not; they were fearless even when charging towards the dragon.

"Kill them all!"

At Kaz Clayton's command, the Flame Dragon Knights charged towards the angel servants, their feet ablaze with intense flames.

The Empire's superhuman soldiers ultimately had the upper hand in numbers.

The Templar Legion from afar had to come to their aid, but by the time they arrived, the angelic servants had already suffered over a thousand casualties.

This was undoubtedly a defeat for the Papacy and a victory for the Empire.

(End of this chapter)