Throne of the North.

Chapter 624: The Battle Between the Retribution Priest and the Archbishop Ended Easily
Euler Booker is one such lucky person.

As a lone adventurer—of course, he wasn't always alone; in an environment like the North, who could truly travel alone?

He was forced to travel alone. There were many conflicts among adventurers because uneducated ordinary people were always savage. There were no rules among them, only the strong ruling over the weak.

Euler Booker, unfortunately, became the weak one.

He used to think he was incredibly unlucky, but now he doesn't feel that way anymore.

He found them, he found the location of the Dawn Church personnel. In fact, he did not know any Dawn Church clergy. The imperial land where he lived had been isolated from the Dawn Church for more than a hundred years.

But he recognized the emblem with the sun and cross.

He hadn't expected that he would be the first to find them, and that they weren't even deep in the northern border. These people weren't far away; they were so close that he could even return to the Northwind Province based on his memory.

"I...I'm rich! I will be bathed in dragon blood and become a noble Dragonblood Knight! I will...I will have immense wealth! I will have countless gold coins! I can own my own manor! I can...I want to buy a hundred maids! I want...I want..."

Euler Booker trembled, then turned and ran frantically. He was going to the Frozen Territory. Lord Ryan would never break his promise. He had never done that before. Even slaves could receive Lord Ryan's rewards. Damn it, he, Euler, was going to be one of those lucky ones. He would revive his family name, and all the glory would shine because of him.

……

In the vast white world, an incongruous color appeared: cold, pitch-black. It was hard and arrogant, and the reason it was out of place in this world was because it was powerful enough that it no longer needed camouflage.

In stark contrast to the Buck Legion were the Frost Lizard Orcs surrounded by them. These orcs had bloodthirsty eyes, but because they had never had contact with human civilization, the Frost Lizard Orcs could be said to have no generational conflicts with humans.

Their eyes held only a longing for food.

"I'm hungry!"

They are cold-blooded orcs, but they have come to the relatively warm south. What will this lead to?

In extremely cold environments, Frost Lizard Orcs are in a state of perpetual hibernation. They possess this animalistic instinct, which allows them to survive for a long time with minimal food intake.

Arriving in a warm place, they seemed to have emerged from hibernation, their stomachs thawing, and the Frost Lizard Orcs discovered they could eat so much.

However, they were no match for the local orcs, and their tribes could not unite, so they were naturally the targets of bullying.

As the days went by, their hunger grew stronger and stronger. Finally, reason was defeated by hunger, and they now felt that they had to devour even dragons to stop their desire for this world.

The dragons didn't see that they had surrounded the Bucks; well, both sides felt they had surrounded the other.

"I'm hungry!"

The Frost Lizard Orcs roared, while on the other side, Egil was somewhat agitated, pondering how long it would take to kill all of these Frost Lizard Orcs and how many servants it would consume.

This was a test for both Ryan and Bogeld, but more so for Ryan, since Bogeld was the commander of the Armored Bear Legion.

In Brand's absence, it will be determined who has greater command of the Bucks.

Just as Egil was about to wreak havoc, a sharp eagle's cry suddenly came from the sky. The Blood Eagle swooped down from the distant snowstorm and landed in front of him.

Greif brought a message. Egil looked at the handwriting on the note tied to Blood Eagle's leg with a headache; he hadn't studied it.

He handed it to the attendant beside him.

"Target found, behind us."

The knight squire spoke up, and Egil thought for a moment, looking at the group of white orcs in front of him whose eyes were bloodshot from hunger.

"The legion turns around and throw some food at these idiots to keep them from catching up. Under the snow in the North, they're not much slower than us. What bad luck."

Adventurers would leave behind the dead to hold off the hunters, and the same tactic was being used now. A little food was enough to cause these thousands of Frost Lizard Orcs to fight each other, with corpses falling in large numbers. It seemed they could hold out for a long time.

Full speed ahead!
Egil gave the order, and thousands of Buck Legion cavalrymen thundered across the white world as if walking on flat ground. It was quite noticeable that the eyes of a few of the northern warhorses had turned blue, and the snow beneath their feet was frozen in the ground where they ran.

The snowflakes drifting slowly down from the sky seemed to be brought about by them.

When that group of Vatican members was discovered, they had no way to escape.

Although there were no adventurers around, the Shadow Vanguard always surrounded them. Blood Eagles circled high in the sky, occasionally providing the Extraordinary Legion with updated location information of the Shadow Vanguard.

The Vatican forces were completely unaware of all this.

"I always thought there were no humans in the North, but I never expected there to be so many people calling themselves adventurers. Is this how the Empire became so powerful?"

Inside the tent, bishops were exchanging greetings. Despite the freezing weather, they were still wearing thin bishop robes. The tent was surprisingly cool, and nuns were even devoutly preparing hot milk and serving it to the bishops.

“You shouldn’t have fed me with this cold crystal glass, Emma.”

The nun simply took off her clothes, and the majestic heights squeezed together to form a natural triangular milk jug, with large patches of scalding milk flowing into it, turning it bright red.

"That's right."

The bishop laughed heartily, showing off to the other bishops around him, before burying his head in the hole.

However, the ground shook violently the next moment, and the scalding milk churned and spilled out, landing on the exquisite fur carpet.

"What's going on?!"

The bishop was furious; he was at a crucial moment!

They quickly straightened their robes and stepped out of the tent. The highest clergy here were not the bishops. As the tent opened, a powerful gust of cold wind rushed in, and all the bishops couldn't help but shiver.

"what?"

They looked up at the outside of the camp and saw a vast, seemingly endless cavalry charging towards them. Just when they thought their fate was in danger, the terrifying cavalry legion came to a stop in an extremely short distance and at an extremely fast speed. The warhorses stared coldly ahead as if they were not prone to rage, which sent chills down the spines of the bishops.

It was still cold, but the sudden appearance of this cavalry seemed even more frightening.

"The Bishop of Dawn?"

Egil looked at the hundreds of people in the camp and focused on the bishops inside, but his gaze quickly fell on the two archbishops on the other side who were guarding him in bright red priest robes.

"Discipline Priest? Archbishop? It seems your identity is not simple."

The divisions within the Papacy are too cumbersome; even the Pope himself might not know how many strange branches there are. However, even Egil knows about the disciplinary priests, so they are still quite important.

They are fighting priests, not prayer priests.

Of course, while combat priests are powerful, their status is certainly inferior to that of prayer priests who can invoke the divine spells of the Lord of Dawn at any time. In the religious world, whoever is closer to the great Lord holds a higher position.

God is supreme.

"But that's not important. I'm asking you, were you sent to the North by the Pope with the intention of assassinating the esteemed Lord of the Frozen Lands, Lord Ryan Clayton?"

"Who are you? How dare you address the Pope as such! And why don't you dismount and pay your respects!"

A bishop shouted, but there was only one fool like that. The bishop next to him, looking at the densely packed, ferocious knights, wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said loudly:
"According to the Treaty of the Kingdom of Nantes, the Empire and the Papacy must never wage war together."

"Do you belong to the army of the Dawn Church?"

Egil asked, but the bishop couldn't answer. There were only a little over a hundred of them, most of whom were doing odd jobs, a few were enjoying themselves, and the rest were the ones who fought.

The bishop looked at the archbishop, who was named Garrett and walked forward with a displeased expression.

"The Dawn Church has the absolute right to appear anywhere in the world, and the Empire cannot stop it."

"The Frozen Territory has no objection to your presence here. Have you forgotten my question from earlier?"

"Were you ordered to assassinate Lord Ryan Clayton?"

Garrett remained silent, staring intently at the arrogant knight on his warhorse. He had indeed been received by the Pope when he arrived, and if the opportunity arose, he was permitted to assassinate the Baron of the North.

Some of the people on the Holy Mountain indicated that he could contact the Black Swan assassins if needed.

He had intended to accomplish this task easily, but when he contacted the Black Swan Assassins, he discovered that none of them responded. Had all the Black Swan Assassins in the entire North Wind Province been wiped out?

Garrett believed that someone on the Holy Mountain was trying to seduce him, so he pretended nothing had happened and went to the North to deal with his real target.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find the little king. However, he firmly believed that the group couldn't have escaped too far. The North was not a place where just anyone could survive. If they couldn't hold out, they would naturally hand over the King of Nantes.

Then the army appeared before him.

"His Holiness the Pope would never order the killing of any human nobles. On the contrary, you blasphemers have killed many nobles in the southern lands. You need to provide an explanation to the Papacy for this."

"you are lying."

Egil looked at Archbishop Garrett, licking his lips restlessly, and said:
"Unfortunately, at the funeral of Countess Pascal, our Baron was captured by a legendary Black Swan assassin who confessed everything, including your plot to assassinate the Baron."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Archbishop, the evidence is conclusive, and your affair has been exposed."

“This is not a military war, because you have no army, nor is it a massacre of clergy, because you were the ones who first attempted to kill the Baron of the Frozen Territory.”

"You must understand, because of the fear of an impending assassination, our Lord Ryan has not had a good night's sleep for many years, which pains us deeply."

“I think my Baron will be able to sleep soundly when the heads of you damned assassins are sent to Rhinoceros Horn Mountain.”

rub!
The knight's longsword was drawn in that instant, and more than two thousand stag knights raised their heads. Then, a sudden and violent blizzard swept towards the Papal camp ahead. In the hazy snow, the northern warhorses neighed and charged forward with all their might.

"Damn Imperial blasphemers!!!"

Garrett roared in fury, for no one could so disregard his authority. The two disciplinary priests behind him swelled up and their breathing became heavy.

"Two Saint-level beings plus a Saint-level archbishop? You can elevate them to the level of legends?"

Egil was surprised; this team was small in number, but exceptionally strong.

"But you can't win!"

The Bucks' charge sent the camp into chaos in a single move, leaving the clergy with no chance to fight back.

"Damn blasphemers, you all deserve the purification of the Holy Light of Dawn!"

Archbishop Garrett shouted, and as the divine magic continued to spread, the two retribution priests grew stronger, wielding metal cross weapons as they charged toward Egil.

Do you think your army can stop them?

"The disciplinary power gained by punishing priests by stripping them of all qualifications for service is something you blasphemers cannot contend with!!"

Egil rushed out and punched a Retribution Priest in the chest, knocking the latter back. At the same time, his fist turned into a claw and tore open the flesh and chest of another Retribution Priest. However, the opponent quickly recovered from the injury and then smashed towards Egil with great force.

The latter was agile and nimble, but there was still a gap between him and the Saint Realm, not to mention there were three of them here.

Back on his warhorse, Egil scoffed disdainfully.

"I don't know whether the army won or not, but I'm not talking about the army."

"Your Excellency, don't you think you're too close to the edge of the North?"

"Who gave you the courage to come so close to the edge of this northern border?"

"Some people can reach this distance very quickly."

As soon as the words were spoken, the raging snowstorm in the sky was suppressed by a muffled roar. All the flying snow fell to the ground, and the huge, yellowish-brown outline of the empty sky gradually became clear. The moment it solidified completely, the giant mammoth had already trampled down.

The retribution priests were already locked on and unable to escape. They were known for their strength and were among the most powerful, but few could compare to the giant mammoth, the largest monster on earth.

The blood and flesh throbbed, but in the end, neither of the two disciplinary priests survived. Archbishop Garrett, pale with terror, tried to flee into the distance, but as soon as he turned his head, he realized with utter despair that while his head moved, his body no longer obeyed his commands.

Why are the hundreds of divine spells on my body not working?

Signy emerged from the blurry shadows, extended his thumb and forefinger to form a circle, pressed the pad of his thumb against the nail of his forefinger, and then flicked Garrett's head hard.

boom!
Egil glared angrily at the head that had rolled down in front of him and roared at Signy:
"What are you doing? Who knows if his soul contains the terrifying Dawn Divine Art?"

"I know."

Signi tilted his head and had just finished speaking when a dazzling beam of holy light erupted from Egil's side, engulfing Egil and his warhorse.

The warhorse vanished in an instant, while Egil let out a deafening scream, his flesh and bones a bloody mess, barely visible. Around his body, giant wolves slowly emerged from the snowstorm, devouring the rich divine essence.

"I know, but what does that have to do with me?"

Signy was an immoral leader of the Shadow Vanguard, the purest rebel; she only knew how to throw danger as far away from herself as possible.

(End of this chapter)