Throne of the North.

Chapter 611 The Battle to the Heavens (Part 10)

The gargoyle's claws landed on the believer, and in the next moment, the immense force tore the fanatical believer, who had already been sacrificed, in two.

After killing the enemy, the gargoyle raised its head blankly. It could no longer sense the world around it. It was born in an extraordinary mineral vein. Because of its unique power, the anti-magic stone had the most sensitive instinct to the world.

They can detect even the slightest fluctuation of magic, but now they can't even sense whether the magic in this world is active.

This terrified the gargoyles, and many were killed by the believers' magic due to the sudden tension. Their bodies were made of anti-magic stone, but the magic was not a form of magic.

Count Pascal looked up and sensed the difference, but he attributed it all to the legend.

Yes, the power of a single legend is enough to rewrite the course of war and influence the course of world history, but now the number of legends appearing on this battlefield has exceeded double digits, and none of them are weak.

None of these legends are the kind that are achieved through ordinary hard work and talent; every one of them is at the forefront of the extraordinary path.

Just like Kialdil, who had already withdrawn from the battlefield, his sword, the Proof of the Sun, carved a three-hundred-meter crack in the earth. But that was nothing compared to what he had left behind. Before that, his sword had also left a golden sword mark from top to bottom in the sky, which has not disappeared to this day. Because of that sword mark, the mages and knights flying in the sky had to be careful to avoid it.

This was merely the power of one legendary knight on this battlefield; the remaining legends also possessed destructive power. The area surrounding the capital of the Kingdom of Nantes was already over, regardless of the outcome of this war.

This land will be reduced to ruins, and if things get even worse, even the capital city of the Kingdom of Nantes will be reduced to ruins.

Count Pascal belongs to the majority of nobles and is commanding his own legion. He also has other high-ranking nobles like Count Sterling by his side. Unfortunately, Baron Ryan's maternal grandfather did not have particularly strong power. His family's legend, "Rock," has been transferred back to the Empire to take the blame.

He had a greater familiarity with the imperial nobility than Pascal.

"It shouldn't be the power of legends; someone is burning their divine essence."

Earl Sterling's expression turned solemn as he slowly turned his gaze toward the Imperial Camp. There were no soldiers guarding the camp; they had all rushed into the battlefield to fight to the death. Yet, he sensed that the once-empty camp was now overcrowded.

"That Duke Bauhinia..."

Count Stirling reminded him, and Count Pascal also came to his senses. Yes, the Grand Duke, whose father had just died, had to avenge his father in order to inherit the authority that belonged to him.

What will he do?

"Burning the divine essence?"

Count Pascal suddenly felt a sense of dread. Had the war really come to this? Even the very essence of divinity had become a tool of war.

"The Bauhinia Legion is about to appear."

As soon as Count Sterling finished speaking, knights adorned with flowers emerged from the empty camp. They led their warhorses with the gentle humility of romantic nobles. They wore wreaths on their heads and hands, as did their warhorses. Crimson bauhinia flowers bloomed on their bodies, and the world was filled with their fragrance.

The fragrance of these flowers, accompanied by the misty drizzle, added even more beauty to the bauhinia flower troupe.

As if they couldn't see the raging battlefield and the fierce fighting in the distance, each Bauhinia Knight carefully groomed the mane of their warhorse. They wore magnificent clothes, but there was no armor underneath.

Every now and then, as they plucked the petals of the blooming Bauhinia flower, the Bauhinia Knights' expressions became solemn, for their lord had appeared.

Grand Duke Galen Russell walked forward, holding his grand ducal scepter and wearing a grand ducal robe weighing several kilograms and several meters long that trailed on the ground. The rings on his hands and the noble crown on his head were all objects representing the Russell family's heritage. It could be said that if they were lost and found by someone else, that person would have the right to claim that he was also a successor of the Russell family.

Because in this world, if you really go back in time, there aren't many nobles who would dare say that they don't have the blood of the Russell family.

Duke Russell removed his noble crown and placed it on the ground. This scene made all the Bauhinia Knights solemn. They stood still, holding onto their horse reins, staring intently at the Duke, until he roared out the rage of a top nobleman.

"revenge!"

boom!
In almost three seconds, 18,000 Bauhinia Knights mounted their horses and drew their weapons, raising their longswords in unison.

"For Russell's dignity!"

"For Russell's glory!"

Eighteen thousand ordinary knights, some even without armor, locked their sights on the battlefield ahead. They charged forward, and during their frenzied charge, the Bauhinia Warhorse swallowed a Bauhinia flower that had fallen from its head. The next moment, this ordinary warhorse began to let out a hoarse neigh. As it galloped for dozens of meters, the warhorse's body grew covered with black barbs, and its skin became harder than metal yet more flexible.

The black bauhinia thorns and single horns on their heads highlight the noble bloodline of these warhorses, and on their backs, the bauhinia knights swallow a bauhinia flower from their bodies at this moment.

There was no apparent change in them, but...

A five-meter-tall, muscular, and corrupt angel servant was sent flying. The Bauhinia Knight, who caught up, beheaded the servant with one hand and smashed his chest with the other, breaking all the bones. The corrupt angel servant was now beyond dead.

"For Russell!"

The Bauhinia Knights roared, their fury fueled by unimaginable rage. They had come for revenge, for their lord had been killed in a vile assassination attempt by the Dawn Church. They would wash away this shame and blasphemy with endless blood.

On the earth, vines of bauhinia flowers had grown everywhere, and all the people and all the extraordinary soldiers were now trampling on this world of bauhinia flowers.

As the Bauhinia Knight charged through the carpet-like sea of ​​Bauhinia flowers, the Bauhinia blossoms burst into bloom, and in just a few minutes, the world transformed into a floral paradise.

In this kingdom of Bauhinia flowers, everyone felt difficulty moving. They tried to shift their steps, only to step on the sharp thorns. These were just thorns on the flower vines, yet they pierced through the hard metal armor as easily as tofu.

The most terrifying thing is that... these Bauhinia flowers have begun to climb into the void.

They were no longer content with the earth, but instead soared upwards into the void where there was no foothold. Only the Bauhinia Knights could walk on flat ground here. Wherever they passed, the terrifying power of the Bauhinia flowers did not pose a threat, but instead cleared the widest and flattest path for them, even covering the crack that Kialdir had cleaved open, allowing the split earth to close up.

The Flame Dragon Christman lay on the ground, its body covered in bauhinia flowers, leaving it with numerous bloody welts. Yet, it dared not move, for the giant dragon was beginning to doubt the inherited memories within its soul.

In its lineage, the dragon should have been the ruler of the world. Why did it turn out this way? It was powerful, but it was the first legend to lose its fighting ability on this battlefield.

The Bauhinia Knights began their frantic charge, appearing before the Grayblood Legion. These short men wielding heavy hammers were no match for the Bauhinia Knights in strength, and as the army charged, they became fragments of the battlefield.

The Dawn Guardians also failed to stop the Bauhinia Legion, which was burning with divine essence and sublimating. They were a legion composed of various Holy Light Knights from the Holy See. Some were terrifyingly powerful, while others were weak but not ordinary knights could easily mess with them. However, in front of the Bauhinia blades, their armor, which was enhanced with divine power, was torn apart as if it were made of paper.

"Divinity..."

A pastor stared wide-eyed, filled with anger and fear at the blasphemer, but Bauhinia did not let him go despite his surrender. On such a battlefield, a pastor's vitality was as fragile as tofu.

Nothing could stop the Bauhinia Legion. All that remained in front of them were countless Dawn Believers, who possessed immortality due to the Holy Judgment. The Extraordinary Legion had failed to inflict any casualties on the Bauhinia Legion, but these weaker Dawn Believers had.

Because they are not afraid of the thorns of the Bauhinia flowers on the ground. Those thorns tear their skin, but the life force of the sacrifice will quickly restore their flesh and blood. The Bauhinia Knights' enormous strength can break the bones and rupture the blood vessels of these Dawn Believers, but it cannot truly kill them.

The Bauhinia Knights also had to invest more time and skill, especially in decapitation, to kill the army of Undead Dawn followers blocking their way.

This undoubtedly slowed down their speed and time. It was inevitable that the knights would suffer losses if they were slower, but they kept moving forward. These immortal Dawn followers could cause them trouble, but they could not stop their progress.

Moreover... the Bauhinia flowers on the ground and in the sky are also evolving. As if they have intelligence, after realizing that they are not enough of a threat to those Undying Dawn believers, they no longer use 'sharpness' to attack, but instead use entanglement to devour the life force of these Dawn believers and bind and control their mobility.

The bauhinia flowers were constantly being torn apart, yet they continued to grow. The burning of their divine essence gave these bauhinia flowers an inexhaustible vitality.

Cardinal Arnold finally panicked.

On this battlefield, the seven extraordinary legions of the Dawn Church are assembled, along with a large number of undead Dawn believers. If they can hold out for three days, the reinforcements arriving from all directions will be able to completely annihilate this imperial army.

But he didn't expect that he wouldn't even be able to hold on for a day.

Where is the Imperial Guard? Cardinal Arnold stared at the desolate battlefield of the divine kingdom. He couldn't believe that the Pope's Imperial Guard couldn't stop the Empire's army. Or was it... that the Pope wanted him dead, wanted to lose this war?

"What does he want to do?"

Arnold regretted it. He should have found a way to get the Holy Kingdom Knights here. Normally, they were the weakest of the Holy See's supernatural legions, but in dire straits, the Holy Kingdom Knights would become the most powerful force of Dawn.

It is the dawn, not the Vatican.

Legend has it that in the eternal kingdom of the Lord of Dawn, the Holy Kingdom Knights are the Lord of Dawn's most powerful angelic legion.

Mortals borrowed this name to regard it as the face of the Dawn Church and a moral benchmark. Even the Pope dared not allow the knights of the Holy Kingdom to abandon their steadfast justice and remain absolutely loyal to him.

That extraordinary legion was the only one that could directly receive the blessing of faith from the Lord of Dawn. It might not be as powerful as the Judgment Guard or the Sun Corona Legion, but wherever the Holy Kingdom Knights were, the world was the Lord of Dawn's domain.

They can definitely hold them off.

"Damn it!"

Arnold watched the Bauhinia Knights approach, wondering what power could possibly stop them. How could those extraordinary legions and their commanders be so weak that they couldn't even withstand the Imperial army?

Arnold panicked, forgetting that the Bauhinia Knights' power stemmed from their burning divine essence, and that to fight against them, one had to sacrifice the same great primal power.

However, even if he still remembered, it would be useless, because Arnold could no longer control the power of faith, and His Holiness the Pope on the Holy Mountain would voluntarily revoke his authority as a cardinal.

He was right; the pope on the holy mountain did indeed want him to die there.

Only if more cardinals die on the Holy Mountain can the Pope carry out sweeping reforms, regain the trust of the Lord of Dawn, and secure his position as Pope.

Arnold's only information gap was that he didn't know the Pope's real struggle was no longer just about war.

As the Bauhinia Knights drew ever closer, Arnold grew increasingly desperate; he seemed to have no better options left.

"A divine intervention?"

Arnold was bewildered. He was a cardinal, and it was necessary and expected for him to dedicate everything to the Lord. He should even be fanatical, but at this moment he was terrified of death.

I fear that once I become just an empty shell, I will no longer be able to enjoy the beauty that rights bring to this world.

Arnold was constantly engaged in a fierce internal struggle, but even he himself did not notice that the power of the divine dawn within him was growing stronger and stronger.

Servants of the gods have no right to make their own choices.

He was a cardinal, whose status was no less than that of the king of the kingdom. He was also a servant of the gods. Everything he had came from a great being. God gave him everything and could decide everything for him.

At this moment, no light could compare to the pure white radiance emanating from Cardinal Arnold.

(End of this chapter)