Throne of the North.

Chapter 723 The Second Orc War (Part 9)
When the great being arrived, Archduke Russell finally realized the great terror.

He wanted to be angry, but couldn't be angry; he wanted to struggle, but couldn't struggle. A sense of powerlessness filled his mind, making it difficult for him to even muster the thought of resistance.

This is how mortals face gods, and this great being is even closer to the continent of Norris than any great being before.

The Dawn, Sunbird Ifrit, who descended upon the battlefield of the Kingdom of Nantes, was not this close.

The dragon that killed Columbus III wasn't that close.

Even the dawn awakened by the faith of light, the eternal gaze of Fransca, was not this close.

The storm in front of us, Funi, has personally appeared in this world.

He was eager to obtain the primordial essence that He coveted from here; this greedy desire even overwhelmed His reason.

"Damn it, where is the Empire's power? Where are the divine remains?"

Grand Duke Russell gritted his teeth. He couldn't muster any emotion towards the gods, but he could indirectly express all the emotions he should have as a human being towards the Empire, thus conveying his resentment at this sudden change.

In comparison, orcs lack the same spirituality as humans.

The moment the gods descended, all the orcs lost their ability to think and reason, even forgetting to eat, and only their frenzied and fervent attacks remained.

Countless orcs launched an attack on Hot Spring Fortress. Fortunately, the orc king had sent a large number of elite troops to the battlefield of the divine kingdom beforehand; otherwise, Hot Spring Fortress would definitely not have been able to hold out against this fearless attack.

"O elements of annihilation, in the name of your master, I call upon your arrival to destroy everything before me."

Under the oppression of the gods, the first to awaken was, of course, the noble mage.

As a challenger to the gods, a magician who pursues truth without reverence for the gods, a legendary magician, one of the empire's honored guests, and known as [Eternal Silence], Lan has once again awakened the most terrifying power in the North.

The wind and snow began to surge from the north towards the south, drowning out the storm brought by the gods with a deathly power. She was mad, and her eyes were burning with fervor. This was not the first time she had challenged the gods, but each time was enough to make a magician risk his life to try.

To chant, to call upon, and to push the limits of magic without regard to cost.

How powerful is magic? To describe gods is to describe the pinnacle of magic. Gods are born, but magic can be continuously enhanced and can be touched.

Lan chanted incessantly, and the raging wind made her wide magic robes flutter wildly. The mage tower had appeared behind her at some point, providing an endless source of magic power. Even the legendary staff she held could not withstand the increasingly terrifying magic and began to show cracks.

"Just as you once slept the gods, I command you to extinguish the greatness before me."

"I want His light to no longer shine so brightly."

“I want His will to stop boiling.”

"I want His breath to no longer be scorching."

"..."

The legendary magician wielded her power with madness, a legendary gift bestowed upon her by the world. The magician's greatest skill was using that legendary power, which was weak even for gods, to pry the other side of the scales with minimal effort.

Lan's legendary gift is called 'Lifelessness,' which is also the source of her title 'Eternal Silence.' The magic of the frost element helped this legendary mage to once again comprehend the true meaning of annihilation after the arrival of the North.

The northern regions of various other worlds showed her what annihilation truly meant; when frost became truly ruthless, even the ice element itself could be annihilated.

It's commonly said that when they get ruthless, they'll even kill themselves.

Such is the power of annihilation. The North covers one otherworldly plane after another, killing worlds while even magical elements become dormant and inactive. The power of the North does not even allow itself to exist.

The noisy ants

The crimson elephant-beastman glared angrily. To the gods, mortals were nothing but insignificant ants, but legendary mages were a group of guys who could bite them hard.

The orc turned around, and the god's methods were far smoother and more powerful than when the bones were broken. The storm gathered into a wing that blotted out the sky and pressed down on Lan's position.

The hand was not moving fast; by the time it had traveled halfway there, the snowstorm from the North had already arrived.

The icy cold of the garment sent a chill down the spirit's spine. He was all too familiar with this feeling; for centuries, it was this very power that had kept his consciousness frozen.

Before He could even feel anger, ice had already spread across the wings of the storm, sealing the god himself, along with the ten-meter-tall elephant-beastman, within it.

"Sealed?"

Many knowledgeable people were shocked that such a great being was actually restrained by a legendary magician. Their gazes toward Lan changed completely; this was a legendary magician who could successfully attack gods.

"Isn't this a bit too ridiculous?"

Even the demigod Anselmo couldn't help but mutter to himself that he was no match for that great being. The gap between a demigod and a god... was the greatest.

Are legendary magicians really that powerful?

There she was, the legendary Lady [Eternal Silence], her magical robes no longer fluttering, and the scepter in her hand shattered into fragments floating around her.

Behind her, the ten-story mage tower was covered in frost.

Frozen, this legendary mage, her forbidden magic was something even she couldn't escape; she was frozen within the magic, and given a mage's fragile body...

It seems the odds are against them.

"Can you save her?"

When Duke Russell asked, the demigod shook his head. He was unfamiliar with magic, but he knew that the power of magic was not a simple attribute element, but a much more profound combination.

Breaking the ice might not save the magician; more likely, it would shatter both the magician and the ice.

"In any case, the gods are frozen." Grand Duke Russell looked at the battlefield below Hot Springs Fortress. He didn't know how many orcs were also affected by this magic. As they charged forward, the unaffected orcs in the distance trampled these frozen orcs to pieces.

However, no sooner had the words left his mouth than tiny cracks appeared on the massive ice block in the sky. From the inside out, the sound of a storm echoed through the sky once more. The great being had been frozen for a short time, but this only fueled its rage.

【die! 】

With just a few words, He shattered the desolate frost power, and the world once again became His kingdom. His great will locked onto the legendary magician who was frozen in ice.

It is easy for a god to break the seal of annihilation, but for the creator of this magic to recover is as difficult as the heavens.

A tremendous power descended, so powerful that no one could even see what it was. The mage tower behind the legendary mage began to crumble. It was the mage's last line of defense, but it was as fragile as tofu before the gods.

Under the authority of the gods, this legendary mage tower finally defiantly displayed its last act of resistance.

boom! ! !
The icy white light became the sun of this sky, and its dazzling bloom caused everything that touched this icy white radiance to be covered in frost. Within a radius of dozens of miles from the Hot Spring Fortress, the world became a snow-white kingdom.

The magic power, condensed to its extreme and sublimated to its fullest extent, even dimmed the brilliance of the gods. The legendary magician Lan, whose trump cards were shattered, was covered in blood. She raised her pale head and, in that instant, actually touched the 'appearance' of a god.

With just one glance, Lan's eyes turned into grayish-white, murky beads, and her flesh began to lose its rosy hue. She lowered her head again, refusing to look, and fell from the sky with a smile on her pale face.

Life was rapidly slipping away until, at the moment of impact with the earth, the fragile body transformed into countless flying ice fragments.

She had long since died, killed by her own magic. However, the legendary mage's spiritual power was too terrifying; even in death, her will remained. The god's intervention crushed all traces of her existence.

But in the end, she did touch a corner of the truth, which is what magicians pursue. Every legendary magician regards the moment he becomes a legend as a new beginning.

For others, legend is the ultimate transcendence; for magicians, it is finally the time to pursue the true ultimate.

Aren't the empire's magicians all trying to use the power of this vast empire to get closer to that end?

Legendary magicians naturally fear death, but Lady [Eternal Silence], who has lived for over a hundred years, hopes even more to witness the ultimate end of magic when she can no longer move forward.

She saw it; it was a brilliance that even gods would lose its luster.

What kind of power is the ultimate sublimation of magic?
Everything that Duke Russell saw before him was pure white, including the sky above and the illusory battlefield of the divine kingdom, where a blizzard was falling.

The legendary magician was ultimately far inferior to the great beings, but Lan's power still influenced the realm of the gods.

"This power... could potentially kill me."

"Demigod Anselmo said in a low voice. He wasn't sure if it was because he was more powerful, but because he had never seen what kind of power it took for a demigod to die. However, he had just felt a deadly threat, which was the instinct for life."

Grand Duke Russell was unwilling to accept this; the legendary magician had died for his ideals, but what about the war here?
Damn!

The gods were utterly enraged. Mortal beings, mere ants, made Him feel the loss of His very essence. The great being, holding the power, finally descended upon the sky with the aim of crushing everything in the Hot Spring Fortress.

At the very instant this terrifying power descended, in the distant imperial capital, the legendary mage Palacios, soaring amidst billions of rays of light, descended upon the Northern Hot Springs Fortress.

Countless rays of light, like delicate, shimmering threads, covered the sky above the Hot Springs Fortress. In that instant, both the illusory divine kingdom and the crimson elephant-beastman, this great being, were enveloped within them.

The light, like needles and threads, pierced through the great Phoni, and even every drop of blood was pierced by the dazzling strands of hair of this divine being.

He finally erupted in a agonizing wail that even the legendary magician Lan had never possessed.

"With the essence of the divine, we offer sacrifices to the great will!"

Amidst the light and shadow, the fanatical Palacios shouted loudly, while the billions of rays of light he controlled began to tear and devour Fonni's divine essence like an abyss.

Blasphemy! This is blasphemy without a doubt!
But that's not all there is to blasphemy. Gods can arrive in the blink of an eye, but the Empire's Sun Legion needs a little bit of time.

Amidst countless rays of light, the empire's most powerful superhuman legion appeared. They arrived treading the path of the divine realm. The Sun Corona Legion was created using the remains of the gods beneath the imperial capital. They could be considered the living retinue of that great being who had died.

In an instant, atop the Hot Springs Fortress, the divine essences of four great beings intertwined and collided, and the Sunfire Legion and the Bauhinia Legion joined forces to slaughter countless orcish armies.

The power of gods can fight against gods, but the war between gods is a long one. Only the existence of the superhuman legions can accelerate this process. The arrival of the Corona Legion is to help Palacios commit blasphemy.

This was a grand feast. With the great being served by this recently awakened orc losing all means of rebuttal, the other gluttons of the empire finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Sunlit meadow.

The armored knights, bathed in blood, clashed with the orcs in a bloodthirsty battle, both sides hacking and tearing like wild beasts.

The intertwined light of the hot spring fortress marks the moment when the powers of two great beings collide.

A rainbow-colored path began to appear beneath the feet of the armored knights. They continued their fierce battle as if they had lost their minds, and the rainbow-colored path did not dampen the spirits of these warriors, as it encompassed all the armored knights and the orc warriors around them.

Stepping across the rainbow bridge, they appeared in the divine kingdom atop the dome, where the imperial superhuman legions and orc armies continued their carnage on this battlefield at the top of the sky.

In the sky, a rainbow-colored road stretched from the south of the empire to the north. Within one of the rainbows, Count Clayton's Flame Dragon Knights appeared at the Divine Kingdom battlefield of Hot Spring Fortress.

Just like the blasphemous era of the empire a hundred years ago, the nobles of the empire were branded with blasphemous titles because of such wars.

They saw terrifying profits. Even the emperor was not entitled to monopolize the divine essence of a great being. For the nobles of the empire, the war at Thermopylae Fortress had become a gluttonous feast.

However, whether it is the glutton or the feast remains to be seen until the dust settles.

The only thing we can guess is that some members of the Extraordinary Legion will fall, and some members of the Extraordinary Legion will be covered in oil.

This war between the divine kingdoms will undoubtedly determine the future political direction of the empire.

(End of this chapter)