Throne of the North.

Chapter 612 The Battle to the Heavens (Part 11)

Human civilization rose to prominence under the Pope.

In the ancient history of the world, the chapters belonging to mankind are only a small part. The extraordinary world is not lacking in alien races, but the human world can never be separated from the belief in gods.

The Pope is the embodiment of God. The great God never cares about the survival of mortals, so He created the Pope to guide the weak human race.

Thus, human civilization began to stand tall in the extraordinary world, and countless alien races that served different gods were driven out and slaughtered. The brilliance of human civilization in this vast world reached its peak.

His majesty is unparalleled.

Human beings can only pray for His gaze and obtain divine and extraordinary power through the most humble means. The existence of clergy is the way for humanity to believe in a great being.

His greatness has spread to every corner of the world through the efforts of the clergy.

The more glorious human civilization is, the more brilliant its brilliance shines.

When the holy light of dawn falls like a waterfall, all the splendor of the world pales in comparison.

The sky darkened, and in the dim world, the snow-white holy light continued to fall. Cardinal Arnold floated horizontally in the air, and at this moment he seemed to become the source of light for the world, with all the holy light rushing into his body.

Even a cardinal, even a legend, Arnold could not withstand this terrifying surge of divine power. He looked at the world with longing, but all the colorfulness of the world was receding from him. On the contrary, an endless pure white kingdom was enveloping him.

"Is this the end?"

The cardinal was very unwilling, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, so he changed his mindset.

His eyes became incredibly fanatical, and the outline of a vast heaven was reflected deep within his pupils. He began to actively accept the terrifying power that was enough to kill him a hundred times over, and he began to pray incessantly. If possible, he hoped that his unawakened Lord himself would take over his body.

"Then let me risk my life to help you, my esteemed Pope Solarion."

Arnold's entire life flashed before his eyes, a harbinger of his impending demise, yet he felt no fear.

He saw himself as a child, dressed in a missionary robe several sizes larger than himself, kneeling devoutly before the Lord in the church, repeatedly swearing his oath of loyalty to the Lord of Dawn.

He also saw himself in countless nights, when Arnold was full of passion, and the Empire saw the decay of the Dawn Church? No one discovered this terrible nightmare earlier than those within the Church itself.

Arnold saw it all at that time. On sleepless night after sleepless night, he told himself that he would become the savior of the Dawn Church, that he would become the most authoritative person in the Church, that he would change the corrupt Church, and that he would bring the Church back to the pure religious era it once was.

But later, at some point, Arnold found himself changing. He began to enjoy the sustenance provided by the thousands of believers, and he became obsessed with the pursuit of power. Over the past century, the papacy has changed several times, and cardinals have come and gone frequently. Arnold eventually became the person he had always dreamed of being, a noble cardinal.

But he was no longer himself. Sitting on the holy mountain, Arnold was like a god in the clouds looking down on this ordinary world. Those mortals were no longer his kind in his eyes. Only a few people in the whole world were qualified to be compared with him.

He had forgotten how innocent and devout he once was, but now he remembered it all.

"I am willing to give my life and everything I have for the glory of my Lord."

"Let the glory of dawn dispel all the darkness in this world."

A deep murmur echoed in the holy light. Arnold opened his eyes, which had lost all humanity and become grand, noble, and holy. The majesty of the gods enveloped the entire battlefield of the royal city of Nantes at this moment, and everyone bowed their heads in awe, an instinctive reaction to a great being.

The Bauhinia Knights were still charging forward, but in the distance, in a place that everyone revered, the anger in Grand Duke Galen Russell's eyes did not diminish in the slightest. He looked at Arnold, who was radiating great power, and realized that the other party was probably no longer Arnold.

“Uncle Anselmo, the Dawn Church shamelessly assassinated my father, causing him to die in a disgraceful manner.”

“We must take revenge. The honor of the Russell family cannot be desecrated, not even by the gods.”

Galen Russell turned to his uncle and said seriously:
“I will bestow upon you the destiny of a demigod, Uncle Anselmo. You are destined to be the demigod guardian of the Russell family, and you will fight for the honor of Russell until your death.”

Beside him, Anselmo, the twin leader of the Russell family, representing wisdom, knelt on one knee before Galen, his hand tightly gripping the scepter in his hand.

"The Russell family will always follow your will."

"I beg you, grant me the destiny of a demigod."

Galen took out a tattered book. The book had only nine pages in total. As he calmly turned the pages, seven pages had already been turned over, and it could be seen that each page had a name on it.

On the eighth blank page, Galen slowly wrote Anselmo Russell's name. As the Book of Truth closed, an invisible force descended.

Anselmo was merely a legend, and even among legends, he wasn't considered particularly powerful, given that as the strategist of the Russell family, he rarely participated in combat.

His power grew increasingly terrifying, and in the void, bauhinia flowers grew into clusters surrounding him. The scepter in his hand was also sublimating, absorbing Anselmo's legendary blessings.

Legendary gifts are something even gods covet. If the great gods still care about mortals in any way, then legendary gifts must take up all of that concern.

Even the gods couldn't understand why humans would receive legendary gifts comparable to their own divine origins, and the power of these legendary gifts was often beyond the control of even the gods.

Their covetousness proves the preciousness and power of legendary gifts.

"The Blood of Pallas".

As Anselmo's aura grew increasingly terrifying, Galen once again produced a crystal bottle, which rippled with horrific blood.

This is the blood of the gods. In the process of blaspheming the gods, the Grand Duke Russell's family obtained many powerful supernatural substances, but even among these supernatural substances, the blood of Pallas is definitely one of the top in the empire.

What power does it possess? It can grant people divinity.

"Palas's divinity originates from the surging depths of the vast primordial chaos. Uncle Anselmo, I hope your battle brings joy to that great being, even though He is already dead."

Anselmo didn't answer Galen, for at this moment he was speechless. The surging divine essence was making him infinitely powerful. Legend? Legend was merely the beginning of another path. Such was the path of the extraordinary: below the legend, life was meaningless; above the legend, one trembled precariously.

Because they saw the most terrifying side of the world.

"Too plain."

Anselmo's pupils lost focus, and the world before his eyes had become utterly chaotic. The so-called Tai Su formed a new world before him. His casual fluctuations caused the sky to rise with gales, the earth to tremble, and cracks to appear. Within these cracks, thousands upon thousands of Bauhinia flowers were growing wildly, instantly becoming towering trees, with countless Bauhinia vines entwining around them.

In a short time, the sky and the earth were connected by pillars made of hundreds of flowers, which seemed to support the entire sky.

And this is the power of the sky.

But this is not Anselmo's power.

He was merely manipulating Tai Su, and thus such a miracle occurred in the world. As he gained more proficient control over Tai Su, he began to use it to unleash his true power.

Anselmo's legendary gift is called Cataclysmic Bloom, which allows him to turn tiny air currents into hurricanes, cause falling rocks to collapse mountains, and turn flowing rivers into raging torrents.

This legendary gift doesn't have great destructive power, but that was his description during his legendary stage; now he is a demigod.

Under the destiny of a demigod, he began to master the Primordial Essence, an energy factor that only gods could control, which became part of him. And so... above the battlefield, an apocalyptic storm swept across the world.

The wind blew towards Arnold, who was watching the battlefield of mortals with amusement. But the sudden wind alerted him; he sensed a threat, which quickly escalated into a warning.

The wind engulfed Arnold in an instant, and everyone watched him. Everyone knew that this cardinal was no longer an ordinary mortal, but a great being.

So... can he fight against this demigod-level legendary gift?
Glowing pure white wings appeared in the chaotic sky. Amidst the calamity storm, the wings fluttered slowly, and with their gentle movement, the demigod's calamity storm gradually disappeared, becoming as docile as a lamb.

A dozen seconds later, Arnold's eyes in the sky regained their playful expression. Anselmo's power was nothing to him, and he waited curiously for this sudden demigod to unleash a power that could threaten him.

The earth collapsed completely, and a gigantic hand reached out to grab Arnold in the sky. The great being's body became serious, and the wings behind him transformed into a greatsword, slashing down at the stone hand. With seven strikes, the hand of the earth collapsed and shattered.

Thunder roared and torrential rain lashed down from the dark clouds, striking the barrier around Arnold with a violent thud. The thunder finally shattered Arnold's defenses, and the whip-like lightning struck him, causing the snow-white holy light to tremble. He was finally injured.

This gave Anselmo an opportunity. The primordial energy within him surged wildly, the clouds in the sky grew even darker, the torrential rain was like sharp blades, and the thunderclaps struck Arnold every time.

His divine radiance finally became unstable; he was not truly himself, but rather a god descended into a body.

With that thought in mind, Arnold no longer hesitated. He needed to deal with the enemy in front of him and bring this devoted believer back to the eternal kingdom of heaven.

And then—light appeared.

A faint glimmer of light transformed into a radiant sun in an instant, dispelling all natural disasters on the battlefield and bringing warmth and light, but also greater terror.

Because it fell.

A gigantic sun fell from the sky, determined not only to kill the demigod but also to slaughter all evil on this battlefield.

At this moment, everyone was filled with fear. If the sun were to truly set, then the hundreds of miles around the capital of the Kingdom of Nantes would be devoid of life. This moment threatened not only Anselmo, but everyone else as well.

The elector Freud raised his head, his eyes gleaming with gold. If one were to ask which noble family in the Flor Empire was the most terrifying, it would undoubtedly be the original blasphemous royal family.

The Flor royal family possesses countless terrifying powers, including those capable of confronting great beings.

For example... a real god.

The moment Freud took out a crystal skull that clearly did not resemble a human, the world went mad. The element that only Anselmo and Arnold could control began to materialize on the battlefield, and Arnold's gaze was instantly drawn to the crystal skull.

"Elliottos".

He finally spoke, his murmured tone laced with sarcasm and solemnity, but the dawn he had condensed did not stop; instead, it crashed down at an even faster speed.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
A blinding white light shot into the sky, its brilliance clearly visible even from the Dawn Holy Mountain hundreds of miles away, blooming in the center of the Norris world, blooming in the sky above the battlefield of the Kingdom of Nantes... thirty meters above the ground.

An invisible barrier stood flat at a height of thirty meters, blocking Arnold's power. Freud looked at Anselmo and said that he could only hold out for less than ten minutes.

For ten minutes, all the great powers could not descend upon the battlefield thirty meters below. Anselmo also only had ten minutes to attack. He frantically poured out the primordial energy within his body. The power of a demigod was terrifying. Each attack was enough to destroy a mountain peak, and Arnold began to be in a sorry state.

He began to avoid the omnipresent natural disasters: thunder or gales, rain curtains, and the sharp spikes of mountains that suddenly rose from beneath the earth.

As time became increasingly tight, Anselmo finally opened the crystal bottle containing Pallas's blood.

A drop of blood was drawn, and Anselmo merged it into the gem in his scepter. At that moment, a divine quality similar to that of Arnold began to appear on him.

This was no longer his power, but Pallas, the guardian of the rainbow.

According to the legends of the Russell family, this great being possessed a terrifying artifact, or perhaps an ability, called the Rainbow Bridge, which allowed him to travel through any world, and even through time and space.

He died, but his blood was acquired by the Russell family.

At this moment, a seven-colored bridge of light was grafted onto the battlefield. To everyone's surprise, it was not Anselmo who launched the final attack, but the more than 10,000 Bauhinia Knights.

"revenge!!!"

The Bauhinia Knights charged across the Rainbow Bridge in a surprise attack, bathed in divine light. Each of their swords possessed a rainbow glow capable of harming the gods.

(End of this chapter)