Throne of the North.

Chapter 638 Dawn and Darkness (Part 10)
The nobles of the Kingdom of Kolan faced the darkest day of their lives.

More than thirty nobles with titles, and more than two hundred nobles, died in their own mansions in a single night. Their bodies were soaked in their own blood until a servant's scream broke the silence of the room filled with corpses.

The number of servants killed for this was far greater than that; corpses could be seen everywhere in the royal city, along with knights and soldiers with crazed eyes who wanted to kill anyone they saw.

The chivalric code still maintains the middle class in this world: "A subject dies for his lord." Now that his lord is dead, and by treacherous means, what can the subject do?
They were just short of committing suicide; before they did, they wanted to vent their anger to the fullest.

"Go away!"

The knights saw the person on the roadside and kicked him, causing him to bleed profusely before they realized what had happened.

"What exactly did you see last night?"

"Speak up, what did you see!"

Knights are inherently tall and imposing, and their angry appearance only instills fear in others. The commoners on the roadside are filled with terror and are too frightened to utter a single word.

"Damn peasants, what did you see? Tell me!"

"Speak or die!"

With the nobles all dead, killing some commoners in the royal city is no big deal; no one will speak up for them.

The knight drew his longsword, its cold blade gleaming with a chilling light, making the scene even more terrifying.

They were too scared to speak, and could only huddle together tightly.

Someone nearby mustered up the courage to approach, because they were all unlucky victims whose houses had been burned down, and this family had just saved his family's lives. He still had a little conscience left, even though his family was desperately pulling him back.

"Knight, sir, our house has been burned down. Last night, last night they saw a group of people dressed in white walk by, but they were too hungry to see clearly, they could only see white clothes, very beautiful clothes, like..."

"It's like what the old men at the church are dressed in; today the church isn't handing out black bread anymore..."

He trembled, not daring to say much, not even himself, only that this family had seen it. The knights, however, paid no heed to the loopholes in his words; at that moment, the enraged knights found an outlet for their fury.

"The Vatican, yes, the Vatican!"

"Those damned clergy."

"Last night, on his way back, the master kept cursing Father Pike, saying that he had blasphemed the king's majesty."

“Damn it, damn it, they must have heard it, but they dared to kill our master because of it.”

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!!"

The flames in their hearts only grew larger and stronger. The more they couldn't vent them, the more they wanted to vent them. At this moment, the knights lost their reason. The desire for revenge devoured the little reason they had left.

"Damn priest!"

"Kill them!"

Many knights and soldiers were thinking not only about their lord's death, but also about the frustration and oppression they suffered in their territories.

Too far from the holy mountain, too far from the empire.

This is a paradise for rulers.

Thus, this place is hell for the ruled.

The vast majority of people, including soldiers, are the ruled, and even knights often cannot have their way.

While both are rulers, the clergy of the Dawn are superior to the nobles, and the soldiers are loyal to the nobles.

Clergy don't need to maintain appearances; in many ways, they have far more no bottom line than those glamorous places.

Today, they finally found a reason to vent.

"Kill them!"

They were truly filled with murderous intent, because throughout the entire process, not a single person uttered any words about plundering wealth.

They are pure, and a pure army is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

The Cathedral of Corinth was soon surrounded. The clergy hadn't even woken up from their warm beds. The Shadow Vanguard was very responsible; they didn't even spare the nuns who slept with the clergy. So far, not a single scream has come from a room to wake everyone up.

The soldiers arrived at the Cathedral of Corinth first. Their bloodlust made them disregard all orders and they rushed inside without hesitation, then... killed everyone they saw!

"Damn it, what are you doing?"

Those who are capable of resisting, and have the opportunity to resist, are the Holy Knights. Ironically, they are weak at dawn, when they are at their strongest.

However, in this extraordinary world, extraordinary power is absolute combat strength. The Holy Knights finally managed to get the Cathedral of Coran to start its counterattack. They were shocked and furious that these noble soldiers dared to rush into the cathedral, and then they were even more furious to find that many clergymen had died in their beds.

This included Father Piqué.

"They killed Father Piqué!"

"Damn nobles, you will be judged by my lord, and divine punishment will tear your souls apart and burn them for eternity!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill!"

This chaotic war existed in every corner of the Coran Cathedral, and someone, without anyone knowing, moved the countless riches and grains stored in the Coran Cathedral directly onto the streets.

What kind of people are there in the royal city of Kolan today?

They were the common people whose homes were burned down by the Shadow Vanguard, who had nowhere to go and nowhere to seek justice. Many of them became slaves as a result, but the rest continued to live a difficult life.

They were driven mad by hunger and cold. Autumn was approaching, and although they were some distance from the North, it was still very cold.

Hunger was inevitable; they were hungry every day, whether the house was there or not.

Despite the food and exquisite silks, the densely packed, dark-skinned crowd still revered the Coran Cathedral as if it were a god, and dared not extend their hands.

But soon, as the first person frantically stuffed food into his mouth, the others couldn't care less.

boom!
A corpse was thrown out, and the people who were scrambling for food retreated in fear, but the next moment they saw that it was the corpse of a papal lord.

If he's dead, then he won't scold or beat me for stealing food?

So they ate even faster.

Sven slowly walked over. He first glanced at the Cathedral of Corinth, where the battle inside was still raging, with both sides bloodthirsty.

So he went to the other side, where the grain was thrown out by his men. Although it would only get covered in filth, mud, and even excrement, these people wouldn't eat it otherwise.

They dared not approach the clean grains.

Everyone felt fear upon seeing Siwen arrive, and many even kowtowed frantically on the spot, not daring to stop even as blood flowed freely.

Sven reached out and placed his hand on a blood-soaked forehead, lifting the person's head up.

"Eating too much dry food will choke you to death." He handed him his water.

"Drink some water, don't eat too much. If you can't finish it, take some home with you. There are other people in your family, right? Give them some too."

"This is the food the Lord has given you. The light of dawn is when He pierces the darkness before it recedes, and the radiance of dawn is when He has mercy on mankind."

"Look at the sky, this moment is dawn."

"At this moment, the Lord, out of His mercy and compassion, did not want His people to suffer hunger at this moment."

"And so at that moment he gave food to the believers."

Sven stretched out his hands and placed a piece of bread in the hands of the man who was staring blankly at him. Then he took a step forward and said the same thing to the next person, doing the same thing.

"Dawn brings hope, and for us, food is the hope for a new day."

"Then, in the light of dawn, the Lord gave the believers food to fill their stomachs."

Sven didn't say that in the Kingdom of Andara or the Kingdom of Sera. He definitely had some Baron Ryan's influence. But in the Kingdom of Coran, no one knew Baron Ryan, so Dawn's faith was pure.

Purity is always so terrifying.

In that instant, everyone became a follower of Priest Sven, whether out of fear of being held accountable and killed, or because Sven brought a different future, they were all willing to stand behind him.

So Sven picked up many of the parishioners' robes from the Corinthian Cathedral. The snow-white robes looked very dignified, and he draped them over himself along the way, among people he saw who were willing to help others.

And so, the Dawn Priests, who had come to the Kingdom of Kolan with a small group of followers, suddenly gained hundreds of followers and servants.

Inside the Cathedral of Coran, the clergy gradually gained the upper hand. Why? Of course, it was because the power bestowed by the Lord of Dawn was stronger. Inside the cathedral, the clergy's divine magic was more powerful, and they were also stronger than the nobles' soldiers.

The Dawn Church's dominance stems not only from its role as the spokesperson for divine faith, but also from the immense power it wields as a result.

Faith may make nobles outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, but power will make them work diligently and without complaint.

"How dare you? How dare you, how dare they kill the servants of your noble master?!"

The clergy went mad. In the time they were out of their minds, so many clergy members died, and these clergy members were all defenseless.

Ironically, within the Dawn Church, such people often hold higher positions and are more likely to receive divine blessings.

The surviving clergy were also panicked and terrified. They didn't know how to explain themselves, because for many of them, their duty was to protect the dead from harm.

But now, it's all over.

"The Kingdom of Kolan has betrayed my lord!"

Some people shouted that this was a result recognized by everyone. Whether they truly believed it or were just speculating, they all needed to shift the blame for this matter onto the nobles. Otherwise, they would be the ones to face judgment and divine punishment in the end.

They don't want to, so they need revenge.

"Revenge! The Lord's judgment will never be extinguished in the dark land; the blade of dawn will pierce the eternal night!"

The massive influx of members of the Dawn Church launched a counter-attack on the nobles' residences, and those nobles who had remained unharmed the previous night were the ones who suffered the consequences.

They did nothing, yet the people of the Dawn Church stormed their door shouting for their lives. How could the nobles not be furious?
Their soldiers retaliated against the local forces, which fueled the clergy's thirst for revenge. The charge went smoothly, and after killing the nobles, many calmed down.

"He's the one who killed Father Piqué!"

Someone shouted angrily. It was a scantily clad nun who spurred the remaining people to their feet. Although they didn't know how the nobleman had suddenly died in front of them, they couldn't care less now.

"The Kingdom of Kolan must pay the price for their betrayal!"

“Father Piqué only condemned their betrayal, and they killed him.”

"Avenge Father Piqué!"

"revenge!"

……

"Those who cannot accept change have already lost the will to live."

"In the midst of blood and fire, only the Grand Duke can save the Kingdom of Coran."

“My father, Count Gerald, never believed that the Treaty of the Kingdom of Nantes could limit the Empire and the Church of Dawn.”

"They exist simply because they all need time to digest the costs of change."

"The Kingdom of Coran may become the next Kingdom of Carlos."

"It now seems that you were right, Grand Duke Guérin."

“We found a huge amount of wealth inside the Corinthian Cathedral. Even I was shocked. Gerald’s century of accumulation could not compare to the wealth inside that cathedral.”

"Moreover, after this incident, the kingdom's nobles, especially those who are about to inherit the title, will become your followers."

Grand Duke Guelan was breathing rapidly, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"You, how could you have killed so many people last night? There were far too many!"

Even he, who sought change, discovered that too many people were dying.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

"But as you can see, we only have a few people on our side. Do you really think that a few of them could travel through the royal city overnight and kill so many nobles and clergy?"

Kemon felt in his heart that it was highly likely to be possible, but he still sighed tactfully on his face.

"They weren't the only ones who made a move last night."

"I don't know who it was. In short, they only killed three or five nobles and two or three priests."

"Are they really nobles? And that priest too?"

Grand Duke Gaelan was shocked. He didn't believe that Kemon and his men could kill so many people in such a short time, and so quietly.

Wouldn't that mean that the only thing that could happen is that nobles and clergy would kill each other in a tacit agreement?
Grand Duke Guelan began to believe.

He trusted the nobles and clergy.

Within the Kingdom of Coran, the conflict between the Dawn Church and the nobility is actually quite deep, especially after the Kingdom of Coran's all-out support for the Dawn Church's wars in the previous years.

The nobles squandered a great deal of their stored wealth, but the Church of Dawn did not provide even a single grain of wheat in the process.

If you were to say that nobles would wield swords against clergy, Grand Duke Gelan would be the first to believe it.

Because that's exactly what he wanted to do.

(End of this chapter)