Throne of the North.

Chapter 613 The Battle to the Heavens (Part Twelve)
Anselmo was like Pallas with divine powers manipulating the Rainbow Bridge, causing thousands of Bauhinia Knights to rush towards Arnold.

What shocked everyone was that even the mighty being who descended from the gods could not stop the Bauhinia Knights from getting closer and closer, and that he could not avoid the longswords of the Bauhinia Knights falling on him.

"What exactly did you do?"

Arnold stared wide-eyed at Anselmo. These mortals, these ants, why had they become like this? He had not felt the passage of time since his awakening. A hundred years was too short for them, but in his memory, the people of the world should not be like this.

Looking at Arnold, whose holy light had dimmed in the distance, Galen Russell felt nervous. This was the first time he had wielded the power of the Grand Duke, and the clash between royal and divine authority made him both apprehensive and excited.

“We are blasphemers. From the moment we began our blasphemy, we have been cursed with eternal damnation. To survive, we must have the power to fight against the gods.”

"The power of Pallas's divinity will sever your divine descent when you are merely a legend..."

The Bauhinia Knights surrounded Arnold, whose divine body fell to the ground, stepping on the bauhinia flowers. He was met with even more sharp swords. His divine defenses vanished, and Anselmo appeared before him in that instant, his scepter radiating an earthy yellow light.

"An eternal prison of the earth, a land where prosperity can never be seen, a place of heaven that cannot be touched."

Anselmo murmured to himself, while the ground rose up, and a mountain peak appeared on the flat land. Arnold was forced to remain immobilized by countless natural disasters and could only watch helplessly as the rising ground around him covered and enveloped him.

Arnold's gaze turned holy and indifferent as he looked at Anselmo and around at the Bauhinia Knights who were constantly diminishing his divine essence.

Human, you have angered me.

As great beings, they are almost never emotionally affected by the actions of ants. It's not that they have no emotions, but rather that the vast majority of ants are not worthy of being cared about.

At this moment, the great being who had descended upon Arnold was finally enraged. The essence of divinity condensed in his hands, and he transformed into a giant firebird, spreading his wings and burning the void. The land that had risen up to suppress Him shattered instantly, and thousands of fragments of stone flew in all directions. At the same time, the ground began to melt in the intense heat. The firebird raised its head and let out a cry that resounded throughout the world, awakening the light and darkness of this world. In just a moment, the sun in the sky seemed to be closer to the continent of Norris.

A legend looked up, not just seemingly, but truly closer; that great being drew nearer to the world of Norris.

But this slight warmth caused the average temperature across the entire Norris continent to rise by two or three degrees, and countless powerful beings looked up at the Kingdom of Nantes, which had brought about this change.

"It is the wings of the eternal kingdom of heaven, the burning sunbird, whose flapping wings pull the Lord forward and dispel darkness."

The believers went mad, finally recognizing this great being who had descended from the heavens. His name was not prominent in the doctrines of the Dawn, but he was undoubtedly one of the great beings who followed the Lord of the Dawn, and one of the masters of the Eternal Kingdom.

Ifrit

On the capital city, Kialtil's eyes widened. He naturally recognized this great being, but the next moment, the Templar Legion Commander tensed up and looked at the nobles of the Kingdom of Nantes around him.

"Let's get out of here quickly, this place is doomed."

The earth trembled, the sky burned, the power of the demigods had already altered the landscape beneath their feet, and the power of the gods was further destroying these stable conditions.

What does the royal city matter? Chiartir knew it would soon be gone.

The sunbird Ifrit of the Eternal Kingdom may not be very well known to the people of Norris, but recently, the nobles are certainly no strangers to the Black Swan assassin.

The Black Swan Assassins, on the other hand, have the sunbird as their totem and are followers of the Lord.

Black swans, also known as the sun whose light has been extinguished, share the same duty as sunbirds: to forge ahead before dawn.

This great being is ruthless and shows no mercy even to the Lord's followers; His heart is filled with a destructive desire.

He is already angry, so there will be no good outcome within the range of His power. He is only responsible for destruction, and the light brought by the dawn is the only hope for everything on the ruins.

The intense darkness before dawn—this is how Chiartirr describes the sunbird Ifrit.

It's quite apt, because as the firebird continued to stir, countless fine cracks began to appear in the space of the battlefield. Its power was so great that even the void could not withstand it, and the ground beneath the battlefield was also breaking apart.

"Run away!"

"retreat!"

The nobles of the empire and the legion commanders of the Papacy were directing their armies to retreat quickly, but even so, a large number of soldiers fell into the cracked ground because they could not retreat in time. Once they fell into the cracks, they had no chance of survival.

"Seal Him quickly, kill His body or seal Him, the Elector can only help you for a shorter time."

Brutus looked at poor Galen and roared, "Not long ago they were just heirs to the throne, the protagonists of the next era, but now Galen has become the Archduke of Russell."

"I don't need you to remind me."

Galen's eyes were solemn. He did not shout urgently. In this respect, he, the Archduke of Russell who had already inherited the title, was more mature than the successor to the Archduke of Rodrigo.

The battle didn't belong to him, but to Anselmo. His demigod uncle would definitely seize the opportunity; all he had to do was not interfere.

This is a battle between a demigod and a great being descended from the gods.

Anselmo stared intently at the sunbird before him. As a demigod, his primordial energy was limited, practically inexhaustible. Releasing the calamity had already consumed a great deal of his energy, and he had to wait for the perfect opportunity.

That opportunity...

"According to the pheromone records in the God of Pallas, Dawn Sunbird Ifrit only saw the sun's radiance for a moment. He is a great being in the Kingdom of Dawn, and his power also comes from the Eternal Kingdom, from the Dawn."

"That moment was the unleashing of His power, and also the only moment when I could attack Him."

Anselmo held his scepter, awaiting the fall of the sunbird. As he waited, the world around him was under immense pressure. The earth began to collapse in large areas, and the royal city of Nantes finally began to feel uneasy, just as Chiartier had said. Cracks appeared in the thick city walls, and the tremors and falling rubble conveyed a sense of unease.

The Bauhinia flowers on the earth are becoming dry and withered. The once vibrant world of Bauhinia flowers has turned into a withered land in a short period of time. The transformation from beauty to desolation is like the situation on a battlefield.

The Elector Freud stared intently at the battlefield of the demigods. If Anselmo failed, he might consider paying a huge price to prevent Ifrit, the Sunbird, from participating in the war. But in that case, there would be no victor in the war, and both the Empire and the Papacy would suffer a crushing defeat.

He wasn't even sure if the royal methods would work, after all... back then, even a demigod couldn't restrain Ifrit.

No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't surpass a demigod. Above the sky, the holy light of dawn continued to fall, the transparent barrier blocking everything and preventing the Sunbird from connecting with the Eternal Kingdom of Dawn. Below the barrier, the Sunbird's rage finally descended the moment the dark clouds dispersed, and Anselmo Russell was the first to be affected. He gripped the scepter in his hand and, in that instant, consumed all the primordial energy within him.

Within his body, the drop of Pallas's blood dissolved completely, and the seven-colored rainbow beneath his scepter transformed into a magnificent bridge. The moment the sunbird's dazzling divine power descended, the rainbow bridge transported all the divine essence to a distant, shattered, and dying alien world, a world already under the control of the Grand Duke Russell's family.

In an unknown alternate dimension, or as the Serpent Spirit puts it, a leaf of the World Tree, turning yellow and withered, covered by the northern border, in an era of neglect, the earth shattered, and dark cracks appeared in the sky. The origin of the world was burned and annihilated by the power of the Sun Bird. The melting northern ice and snow turned into torrents and tides, expanding with the blazing sun flames falling from the sky, generating steam capable of melting even metal.

The shattered world was permeated by the extreme temperature. Of course, no one could see these apocalyptic scenes. The last group of Russell slaves in this alternate dimension had already abandoned their development of this place several years ago.

It endured everything alone and died in this scorching apocalypse.

The price for blocking the Sunbird's divine punishment was the shattering and destruction of an alternate world.

Anselmo did not stop. The Rainbow Bridge turned into light and merged into the surrounding devastated land. The land that had collapsed because of the Sunbird spreading its wings rose up once again. This time, under the power of Pallas's blood, the Sunbird Ifrit had no power to stop it.

He watched helplessly as the towering mountains around him pressed down on him, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he stared intently at Anselmo Russell, at the man, at the bauhinia badge on his body, wanting to memorize that mark deeply.

Anselmo stared into his eyes, as if he could see the great being saying, 'I remember you, mortal.'

“More than a hundred years ago, there were many great beings who looked at us just like you.”

“I don’t know if they can be resurrected, but I think that as a member of the eternal kingdom, you can’t easily interfere with the human world.”

"and……"

Anselmo raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred directed at this great being.

“Dawn, Sunbird Ifrit, do you think we don’t know that you have awakened in the Eternal Kingdom? Because of your awakening, the faith of the Lord of Dawn has become active, and the Emperor of the Empire mistakenly believes that the Lord of Dawn has awakened.”

"What that kid from the Northern Baron said to the Emperor made us rack our brains to search for any trace of the Lord of Dawn's awakening. We searched through hundreds of otherworldly planes, and finally we learned that it was not the Lord of Dawn who had awakened, but you, Sunbird."

“We know it’s you, so we naturally know that the one God incarnated in Cardinal Arnold would be you.”

"This war was originally aimed at you—revenge!"

"Black Swan, hey, Black Swan killed Archduke Russell, so they have to pay the price. Those damned assassins of Black Swan are certainly not qualified to bear the responsibility of assassinating the Archduke."

"but you!"

"But you, Dawn Sunbird Ifrit, a great being, will pay the price for killing the master of the Russell family!"

"Are you angry? Today, you, a great being, have witnessed the wrath of the Russell family."

As Anselmo finished speaking, only a narrow slit remained between the two towering peaks before him, revealing the burning eyes of the Sunbird within.

Boom, boom! ! !

The earth heals, much like a wounded beast licking its wounds until the scars scab over.

In the Kingdom of Nantes, located in the central region of the southern continent of Norris, a mountain peak over a thousand meters high rises from a flat plain, with more than two-thirds of it shrouded in clouds.

This is the power of a demigod; with his own strength, he created such a mountain.

A mountain that seals the will of a great being.

"This is a demigod."

Earl Clayton watched from afar. The mountain peak seemed like an insurmountable mountain for the Clayton family. Earl Clayton had always desired such power; he wanted to transform the Clayton family into such a mountain.

This requires the power of a demigod, and he is very close to achieving that goal, yet he remains so close yet so far, unable to see any hope of becoming a demigod.

An extraordinary path, legend is the end, demigod?
Demigods are never attained through cultivation; like gods, there is no path to that realm.

Becoming a demigod is often achieved through some means of direct arrival rather than through a gradual process.

Climbing from the bottom up is legendary; descending from the top is demigod.

There was no need for the war to continue. The battlefields of the Kingdom of Nantes' capital city were in ruins, the terrain had been altered, and most importantly...

The Dawn Church no longer needed to continue fighting, because even if they won, they would have already lost the most important thing.

Great beings, they have lost one of their great beings.

What is the point of a servant winning a war when his master has been sealed away? And how can a servant show that his master is inferior to him?

And so... the Papacy surrendered.

"The Vatican has fallen."

Elector Freud looked at the archbishops before him with resentment. They had surrendered! They had actually surrendered! Shouldn't they have lined up on the ground as devout and fanatical believers, facing death with equanimity, thus making it an even more glorious achievement for him?

The believers didn't act like believers; they were more like nobles. Only nobles would surrender so easily after a defeat, maintaining their aristocratic demeanor.

But there was nothing Freud could do but accept the surrender of these clergymen who were increasingly resembling nobles, and treat them with... courtesy.

The clergy and the imperial nobles even got into a heated argument at the meeting, their faces flushed red. Even the new Archduke Russell joined in, angrily accusing the Papacy of killing his father.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether this was a battlefield or a council chamber for nobles.

(End of this chapter)