Throne of the North.

Chapter 610 The Battle to the Heavens (Part 9)

Beneath the dazzling and gloomy sky, a massive shadow glided across, and the legendary dragon of Earl Clayton of the Empire swept past, its strong and sharp claws tearing apart the enormous stone pillars on the towering, mountain-like body of the Divine Giant.

The giant of divine revelation swung his fists, which bound a large number of eerie divine revelation sorcerers, and smashed them towards the dragon. The fire dragon Christman was hit in the head by the enormous force, and a blazing fire dragon descended from the sky, crashing into the earth at a forty-five-degree angle. The army of believers who were rushing forward was instantly reduced to ashes by this sudden dragon breath.

Boom! ! !
The iron hooves of warhorses pounded the earth, the fierce charge dispelling the black smoke brought by the dragon's breath. One after another, fire dragon knights, bathed in flames, charged out of the black smoke, their eyes burning with fervor as they charged forward, forward, forward. In that instant, thousands upon thousands of extraordinary cavalrymen became the most magnificent spectacle on the battlefield—

The warhorses' heads clashed against the bodies of the 'Dawn Guardians'. Both sides were clad in heavy armor engraved with extraordinary runes. The hundreds of pounds of armor unleashed thousands of pounds of force during the charge. The warhorses clashed head-on, and in just a moment, one after another, the Flame Dragon Knights and Dawn Guardians fell to the ground.

The two knights, who had fallen to the ground, did their best to maintain their balance and get back to their feet.

As a Dawn Guardian dismounted and raised his head, he saw a shadow before him. The tall Imperial warhorse neighed loudly, breathing fire, and raised its two front hooves high before stomping down heavily.

The warhorse trampled the Dawn Guardian under its feet, and the Fiery Dragon Knight on its back thrust his longsword through the Dawn Guardian's vulnerable chest, killing the enemy who had fallen from his horse before the holy light could erupt.

Before the Flame Dragon Knight could retract his longsword, a tremendous force pushed aside the Dawn Guard whose chest had been pierced. Another Dawn Guard, fully armed with snow-white eyes, raised his large shield and charged at the Flame Dragon Knight. The heavy force caused his warhorse to stumble. The Flame Dragon Knight tried to leap away, but a broadsword blocked his head.

In the instant he raised his head, the greatsword slashed down. The Dawn Guardian smoothly withdrew his blood-stained greatsword, but was immediately knocked to the ground by the Flame Dragon Knight's rapid charge from behind.

The Dawn Guardian, wielding a greatsword and shield, could no longer rise and fell upon the corpse of the enemy he had slain. The Flame Dragon Knight who killed him let out a beastly roar, and like the thousands of Flame Dragon Knights around him, he continued to charge, charge, and charge again.

Flames engulfed the hooves of the warhorse. The Flame Dragon Knight fixed his gaze on another Dawn Guardian not far ahead. The other was fully armed, but it was still uncertain who would live and who would die between them.

The knight pulled on the reins, and the warhorse sped up. However, just as the Flame Dragon Knight was about to crash into the Dawn Guardian, a terrible wail came from the sky. Then, the body of a giant dragon, hundreds of meters wide, crashed down from the sky to the earth. Hundreds of people, both Flame Dragon Knights and Dawn Guardians, were crushed under the dragon, and the flames burning on the dragon's body turned them into charred remains.

The enraged dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky from the battlefield, its entire body radiating a blazing red light—a terrifying power was brewing within it. Then, with the roar of the fiery dragon, a blazing beam of fire engulfed the divine giant.

The divinely inspired giant was burning, and even stones that shouldn't burn became flammable.

It collapsed in agony, and thousands of divinely inspired warlocks disintegrated the instant the giant fell. Half of the warlocks floated in the sky, while the other half stood on the ground, their flesh scorched by flames, leaving one horrifying scar after another.

The warlocks were enraged and went mad; they howled in agony, and then these thousands upon thousands of warlocks floated lightly toward the elemental legion that landed before them.

The elemental legion charging at the forefront illuminated the surrounding world, with colorful elements raging and forming a massive storm tornado. The divine power they possessed swept up all the divinely inspired warlocks that drifted toward them. Then, within this elemental storm, elemental knights emerged from all directions and began their slaughter of these warlocks.

Warlocks are similar to mages; most of them are physically weak, and the Divine Revelation Warlocks are no exception. In just a dozen seconds, a large number of Divine Revelation Warlocks died in the elemental storm.

The gale coalesced into a forty-meter-long sword, which descended from the sky and slashed at the twelve-winged metal angel. The torn metal, carried by the gale, pierced through the bodies of hundreds of warlocks around it. Inside the shattered angel, a warlock with no skin and flesh, dressed in snow-white, knelt in the void, in the center of the elemental storm.

He holds the legendary warlock's scepter, which has a brilliant history, and now all the honors it possesses begin to blossom and sublimate.

In the snow-white light, Isaacs, the legion commander of the Divine Revelation Warlocks, slowly raised his head. A beam of light shot from between his brows straight into the depths of the sky. The next moment, in the high heavens, the murmur of a great being responded to the warlock's bloodline talent.

boom! ! !
A beam of light pierced the sky and the earth, becoming the most brilliant light on the battlefield. The next moment, the elemental storm formed by the arrogant Grand Duke Rodrigo's elemental legion collapsed and contracted, and then, in a fraction of a second, it began to explode violently.

Rumble, rumble, rumble! ! !

Even the light condensed from the elements was torn apart—what terrifying power! The violent explosion ripped apart the elemental storm, and the Legion Commander Isaacs, wearing a warlock's robe, slowly floated down from the sky a hundred meters high. The elemental knights around him, still conscious, launched a 360-degree spherical attack on him.

However, the Elemental Legion suffered heavy losses, and only a few were able to launch a second attack. Most of the Elemental Knights were torn into pieces in the explosion and flew to distant places.

boom!
The Templar Commander, Kialdil, stretched out his hand, and from within the purple elemental light, he grasped the head of an elemental knight. He withdrew his hand, glanced at the elemental knight whose face was contorted in a ferocious expression and who was still struggling, and then squeezed his hand tightly, causing the elemental knight's eyes to dim completely. The Templar then tossed the head downwards.

The dragon roared and opened its gaping maw. The fallen elemental knight's head fell into its mouth and was melted by the flames. Then, carrying an even more surging wave of heat, the dragon charged towards Kialtier.

Faced with the attack of the only living dragon on the battlefield, the Templar Legion Commander, Kialdil, calmly closed his eyes. The moment the dragon was only three meters away from him, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Like the vast eye of the starry sky, with the light of the sun shining from the depths of the stars, its speed surpasses time and space, and even surpasses the speed of a dragon crossing three meters at its maximum speed.

In Lord Christman's dragon eyes, a sharp white sword light replaced everything in his vision. Immediately afterwards, weakness and powerlessness spread from every corner of his body to his head. His soul was warning him that the dragon's life force was under extremely serious threat.

The dragon's eyes regained their clarity, and it saw the sky growing ever more distant. It looked down at its chest, where a massive amount of dragon blood was gushing out like a waterfall. Under normal circumstances, this dragon blood would have caused countless people to go mad.

A wound large enough to fit an adult human lay across the dragon's chest before it crashed once more into the center of the battlefield.

boom!
Kialtil withdrew his gaze from the dragon and looked up at the imperial nobleman who was close at hand, dressed in magnificent noble attire but bathed in flames.

Lord Clayton's eyes held no resemblance to the Templar Knight, only endless flames. The sharpness of the two legendary weapons clashed in their hands, and then Kialdil felt the scorching heat of the void.

This void ignited, and the fiery world deep within Count Clayton's eyes invaded reality, becoming the most real flames. As he watched the opponent's flames gradually take the form of a domain, Kialdil murmured an incantation.

[Divine Art: Heaven]

The Heavenly Divine Art descended upon a realm even closer, and the two equally matched forces collided. The crimson and snow-white power sources intertwined and fought fiercely. Even Kialdil felt a sense of dread, as this nobleman's power could actually contend head-on with the Heavenly Divine Art.

"You're not as weak as they say."

In the heavens, Chialtil's power surged, and he parried the legendary longsword in Count Clayton's hand. Holding the sword diagonally to the ground with one hand, Chialtil looked at the king retreating into the flames, and then held the longsword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Following the ancient vows, devout believers practice their faith through the years, under the glory of our Lord—the sun bears witness!"

The longsword held across his chest slowly traced the outline of a sun, and then a radiant sun disc appeared behind Kialtil. It was not the pure white of the Dawn Church, but the golden color of the sun.

The instant the sun disc took shape, Chiartier suddenly teleported to a height of ten thousand meters in the sky.

Earl Clayton looked up; the other party was flying far too high, like the sun itself.

That's true. From his angle, the sun behind Kialdil had merged with the sun in the sky, and the Templar commander was hovering in the center of the sun. His attack had locked onto him, so only he could see this scene.

Faced with such a terrifying legendary combat skill, Earl Clayton slowly fell backward, flames forming a throne behind him. He sat upon it, looking up at the falling sun-wheel sword.

He was the king of flames, but before the power of the sun, his fiery kingdom was torn apart. Endless flames vanished like drifting catkins. The sword strike was too fast; it struck him before he could even react. From afar, a slender, golden sword light pierced the murky sky above the battlefield of the Kingdom of Nantes, plunging diagonally into the earth. At the point where the light ended, deep within the crack in the ground, Earl Clayton of the Empire lay bleeding, lying in a pool of his own blood.

"Perhaps I will die, and if I die, you will inherit Clayton's title."

In his mind, Earl Clayton recalled his instructions to his successor. He had brought most of his offspring with him, but left the most powerful, Aatrox, in the Empire, because he himself did not know whether he would die on the southern battlefield.

The flames were scalding hot, but they did not burn him, the king; the blood was also scalding hot, but it constantly reminded him, his master, that his life was hanging by a thread.

Kialdil, the commander of the Templar Legion, is indeed one of the few outliers in the Dawn Church. In that church, faith is the most important thing, but he did not become the commander of that extraordinary legion because of his faith.

All he possesses is fighting ability.

Amidst the pool of blood, the scalding blood and the slow, beating heartbeat served as a reminder to Earl Clayton that the enemy's next sword strike was imminent, and he might become the first high-ranking noble to die on the battlefield of the war between the Empire and the Papacy.

The next moment, the sword arrived. The sun was the witness, and it would never leave a straight, slanted sword mark in the sky and on the earth, in the center of what is called the world. Its power was perfect and complete. The sword was far from over. In fact, what had just defeated Earl Clayton was only half of the sword.

How could a knight's combat skill only be half complete? And so, at this very moment, the remaining half arrived.

Amidst the blood, Earl Clayton's vision was enveloped by boundless gold, and his body underwent some kind of change, because at this moment, he was too close to the Lord of Dawn.

"The light of dawn, eternal judgment upon His enemies."

Kiartil's voice landed in Earl Clayton's ears from ten thousand meters above the ground in an instant, and the next moment, the world resounded with the sound of clashing weapons.

The Templar commander's sword cleaved a three-hundred-meter-long rift outside the capital of the Kingdom of Nantes. At that moment, a light suddenly burst forth from the depths of the rift, causing the earth to tremble. It was like a thousand troops and horses, or flames that were like fluttering cloaks or scorching waves rushing out from the depths of the earth.

The flames, which spread for thousands of meters, contained a golden hue, the same golden hue as the knightly combat technique that Kialdil unleashed.

The next moment, pairs of observing eyes or souls let out painful howls, and along with these howls came the Templar Legion Commander, covered in blood, flying backwards a thousand meters away like a 'broken kite'.

Matilda Alvarez, the commander of the Angelic Legion, reached out and held Chialtier back, preventing her from crashing into the royal city behind her and causing secondary damage.

She was shocked because she knew very well how powerful this Templar Legion Commander was. Not only her, but everyone in the Dawn Church knew how powerful Kialtil was. He had been defeated?
"I know which deity he was blaspheming against..."

Kialdil was coughing up blood incessantly. His normal human body was vomiting more than ten times the volume of blood a human could hold. Perhaps this was the mark of a knight.

He didn't say much, but he tacitly acknowledged his defeat; he was defeated by the divine essence that the other party possessed.

"I'm sorry, I can't take care of you right now."

Matilda looked apologetic and used her power to send Chialtil back to the royal city behind them. Chialtil showed no expression; he knew this woman well, and she was definitely not the obedient girl she appeared to be.

She is...

In the blink of an eye, a sword had pierced Matilda's chest, and her beating heart had stopped. Because she had taken the time to hug Chialtil, the Elector Freud on the other side had seized the opportunity.

In legendary battles, victory or defeat often hinges on a single crucial moment. The Chosen One stood with his hands behind his back, watching the female legion commander, her chest pierced, a hundred meters away.

"The Sword of Montreal will eternally devour your life until your death."

"Is there any hope?"

Matilda, the beautiful woman, laughed, her pale, bloodless face possessing a bewitching allure.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

The next moment, the left half of the angelic attendant legion commander's face began to decay, his flesh and skin turning into a ceramic-like substance with numerous cracks, exuding an aura of ruin.

At the same time, her snow-white armor turned pitch black, and four pairs of tattered, pitch-black wings grew from her back.

"I am a fallen angel. My heart has long been a plaything of the demon lord of the abyss. What can you use to kill me?"

On the right side of her beautiful face, her expression turned mad, and as she changed, the already heavily damaged angelic servants on the battlefield below also began to fall into depravity.

Angelic servants are in preparation for becoming angels, but they can never become angels themselves.

The fallen angel servants bulged their muscles, becoming like monsters made of flesh and blood as they fought on the battlefield. They, who were initially at a disadvantage, began to slaughter the centaur and arcane legions. They became stronger than the centaurs and had greater regenerative abilities and stronger defenses than the arcane legions.

The ten extraordinary legions of the Dawn Church have never been weak.

In an instant, the tide of battle turned, and the Countess and Count Sterling's superhuman legions began to lose control of the battlefield on a large scale.

“We really hope that you bunch of imperial monkeys can overturn the Holy Mountain, but before that, we don’t want to die under that terrible divine punishment.”

The gray-blooded dwarves sprang from the ground and appeared behind the two extraordinary legions. They wielded heavy hammers, heavier than any knight's on the battlefield, and charged toward the extraordinary legions.

In the distant sky, magic bombardments from mages continued unabated. Meteorites falling from the sky and towering trees rising from the earth corresponded to the divine power of the clergy behind the Vatican. On the vast battlefield spanning tens of thousands of meters, there was no place for mortals to stand.

In a secluded corner, vibrant bauhinia flowers bloom, their vines covered in deadly black thorns, representing the anger and—the determination for revenge—of the Grand Duke Russell's family.

Galen Russell, in the name of the hereditary duke of the Flor Empire, Grand Duke Russell, has superseded the Electors' overall command authority. Nominally under their command, he has actually taken over the war.

“My father would never have died so humbly; the world will mourn him.”

"This is my... responsibility as an heir."

Grand Duke Galen Russell raised his head. At that moment, as the illusory pendulum in his eyes swung slowly, even the gods had no right to interfere with anything in the world of Norris.

(End of this chapter)