Throne of the North.

Chapter 755 The Legendary Path of the Followers, the Kingdom's Awe
Baron Ryan has been sending his stag squires eastward to the lands covered by the Northern Military Council for about half a month now.

In the name of war, this fully armed cavalry legion, with almost no flesh and blood exposed, became a force that terrified countless people.

Brand killed more than just orcs.

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On the plains, as summer approaches, the rivers of the earth are no longer frozen, and the flowing water brings vibrant life.

"Pfft!"

The warhorse snorted, the blood and flesh stained on its metal visor making it very uncomfortable, and the surrounding environment was also much hotter. As a northern warhorse, the temperature of its blood was lower than the outside temperature, and it disliked the hot environment.

The warhorse plunged its entire head into the icy river water, washing away the blood from its head with the current. Meanwhile, the rider dismounted and pulled the horse's head out of the water by the reins.

The Blood Eagle circled in the sky, and the vast land around it had already been thoroughly explored by scouts; no enemy was expected to appear.

So the knights removed the horse armor from the warhorses and scooped water to wash away the thick bloodstains. Throughout the process, the warhorses did not howl, and the stag squires did not exchange any words, silently completing the cleaning.

This was certainly not because the knights were indifferent, but because not far away, the surging aura of blood and qi, the blood-red source of the knight's power, almost dyed the entire plain blood red.

The root of it all comes from Brand.

This is the number two figure in the Frozen Territory, the commander of the Bucks Legion, and Brand Knight, a peak-level Sanctuary.

In the past two weeks, they have fought six battles, and Brand has shown even greater fighting power in each one than the day before.

Everyone knew of Commander Brand's power and speculated whether he was about to become a legend.

The knights were so shocked by the powerful energy that they dared not utter a sound, and this feeling was especially strong in Brand.

He is different.

As a human form favored by the gods, and even the last human form of a fallen god, Brand is undoubtedly the legendary person blessed by the gods.

A great being, a being who has utterly fallen, whose remaining will is hidden within his soul and his body.

The last remnant of Exner, the only evidence of a past and a history in that world that has been completely dead, is Brand.

Brand's existence is proof of the ancient glory and honor of the world of Exner.

He is an anchor point for the world.

But in the past, Brand had never felt the weight of carrying the weight of an entire world.

A crimson wave, the materialized blood and qi, spread around him, illuminating the wilderness. The root of all this was the blood and qi power that had now fully erupted from his body, like a tidal wave.

Of all the spiritual powers that Ryan possesses, the stag has the most abundant life force. Even the power of the stag's blessing focuses on enhancing the knight's life force.

For Brand, who is now at the peak of the Sanctuary, there is probably no knight in the entire world, or even within the entire Empire, who can compare with him in terms of sheer strength of blood and qi.

Even legends are no exception.

Such abundant blood and energy were completely compressed within his body. Ever since Ryan achieved legendary status and took control of the Spirit Realm, Brand gradually found it impossible to suppress the power of blood and energy within his body.

The power within him, the stag spirit roaring wildly deep within his soul, was actively compelling Brand to reach even greater heights.

He... or rather, He, the remnant will of the great stag spirit, wanted to claim a place in that nascent spiritual realm, to claim the first legendary seat.

For Brand, as far as Ryan was concerned, there was no way for him to ascend until Ryan achieved legendary status and opened up the spiritual realm. So at that time, even the Spirit of the Stag was helpless.

Everything they have will be given to them because of Ryan.

This isn't the first time Brand has lost control of his internal energy, causing it to become excessive and overflow from his body.

After every battle and carnage, the roar of the stag spirit would resound deep within Brand's soul, urging him to step into legend.

But each time, Brand refused.

He had received the blessing of the dragon spirit.

Even Ryan, the master of the Dragon Spirit Blessing, did not know what the Dragon Spirit Blessing was.

Brand still remembers.

It is a primal and pure temptation of 'greed', 'desire', 'tyranny', 'savagery', and so on. If you can't resist it, your flesh and blood will twist and you will become a terrifying dragon warrior, like a beast, no longer able to be called human.

During the time when the dragon spirit bestowed its blessing, Brand was tempted by the dragon's will every single day and every second, leading him to fall.

During that time, Brand grew a lot and withstood the corrupting power of the Dragon Spirit's blessing.

Today, this valuable experience has enabled Brand to once again resist the temptations from his former world and the great beings he serves.

The Spirit of the Stag is dead, and His will has become part of Brand's soul. However, Brand does not want to be controlled by this great will. He can sense that if he accepts everything the Spirit of the Stag has planned, then in the distant future, it will be an extremely desperate outcome.

The great god, the will of Exner, the spirit of the stag, the blood-red stag, galloped and roared wildly in the blood-blood waves behind Brand. It seemed to be charging towards Brand's body from an infinitely distant place, but no matter how fast it ran, it was still a long distance away from Brand.

Until a certain moment, the surging blood and energy in the void shattered, and Brand slowly stood up, using his knight's longsword to tear apart the blood and energy that should have belonged to him, again and again.

His aura, which was at the peak of the Saint Realm and suppressed to the limit, also weakened as he deliberately shattered his blood and qi.

Blood seeped from the corner of Brand's mouth. He hadn't been injured in the fighting these past few days, but each time, he would deliberately inflict serious damage on himself in this way.

“Great being, my destiny no longer follows your will. Lord Ryan will replace the will of Exner and become the goal I follow.”

Brand began to speak heavily, as he was conversing with the spirit of the stag, though the latter was no longer able to respond.

Ryan didn't feel it deeply, but Brand felt it very clearly at the moment Ryan achieved legend: their future was not given by the origin of this extraordinary world, nor bestowed by a great god.

From that moment on, everything about Queen and her follower would belong to Ryan. The past would be ruled by the spirit, and the future would be decided in the hands of Ryan, the spiritual master.

The gods... no longer belong to their followers.

Most importantly, even if he becomes a legend, the legendary gift that Brand possesses will definitely not be a knightly legend gift, but a spiritual gift.

It is spiritual energy.

The problem is that these repeated urgings from the spirit of the stag are all urging Brand to obtain legendary gifts from this world, and those legendary gifts have nothing to do with spirituality.

It belongs to the category of "Tai Su". Brand needs spiritual energy, so he repeatedly rejects Tai Su.

After a long time, the bloodstains on the land disappeared, and Brand regained his imposing appearance. A knight's attendant led a cleaned warhorse to his side. Without saying a word, Brand mounted the horse and gave orders in a deep voice.

"Enter the Kingdom of Kolan."

Two legendary paths lie before Brand.

One path is the path for ordinary people in this world to rise to legend, and it is also the direction that the spirit of the stag urges him towards.

A path filled with the unknown stretched out before him, leaving Brand, who stood at the threshold of legend, unsure of how to step out.

If he follows the great will of the gods, Brand should choose the first option. In the distant future, he may become the vessel for the 'revival' of the stag spirit, becoming a new divine kingdom and a brand new 'Exner'.

He will die.

If Brand follows Lane's will, he should accept the power of the spirit to gather a new legendary gift, which will become the 'authority' of the spiritual world.

To replenish the world of psionic energy controlled by Ryan and become a new law.

He will be reborn in a great new life.

Brand is choosing the second path, so the Spirit of the Stag calls out a hundred times, and he will shatter the opponent a hundred times.

After the legion had marched for a while, many of the northern warhorses began to pant heavily. The knights and squires on horseback gradually felt that the atmosphere in the air was no longer so oppressive. They looked at the back of Legion Commander Brand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The legion commander had recovered.

Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. Just as Ryan was unaware of the impact his ascension to legendary status had on his followers, Brand never knew the suffocating pressure he brought to the entire legion, including the warhorses, before and after each period of his bloodlust.

During that time, none of the soldiers dared to look up. Facing Brand was like encountering a great being. Brand had lost everything that humans possessed and had become as great, sacred, and infinitely indifferent as a god.

He seemed no longer to be human, but rather to be the embodiment of a great being.

Only now did the knights finally feel, amidst this oppressive atmosphere, that Commander Brand seemed to have become a person again.

Therefore, they dared to speak and communicate.

However, it wasn't between them, and their tone wasn't much better.

Because they entered the Kingdom of Coran with the solemnity of an army.

"This is the Kingdom of Kolan. No one may enter Kolan's territory without His Majesty the King's order!"

"We are the army of the Kingdom of Kolan, guarding this land."

Just as the stag squires were recovering from the terrifying pressure emanating from Commander Brand, they heard the shouts of the kingdom's army ahead. They immediately turned cold, and a squad of squires rode forward, drawing their spears and knocking dozens of men to the ground.

The warhorse leaped high into the air, then landed with a neigh, sending dirt and gravel flying.

"We are here on orders from the Northern Military Council, get out of our way!"

The servants, recovering from the suffocating oppression, were not in a good mood; they even wanted to go on a killing spree.

"This is the territory of the Kingdom of Kolan."

The leading officer was still gritting his teeth and speaking, and the stag squire was about to strike with deadly force, when Brand rode up from behind and stopped the knight from taking any further action.

Brand stared sternly at the army of the Kingdom of Coran ahead. His gaze swept around, and perhaps the lingering power of the Spirit of the Stag had not completely dissipated, for all the thousands of soldiers in front of him subconsciously lowered their heads, their bodies displaying nothing but fear and awe.

"During the war, the Northern Military Council held all military power over the three kingdoms, the two noble territories, and the Northwind Province."

"As one of the six legion commanders of the Northern Military Council, I exercise the authority of Speaker Ryan and have the right to command the Kingdom Army of the Kingdom of Coran."

"You are also my soldiers according to the rules."

"Who gave you the authority to prevent me from entering the Kingdom of Kolan?"

As Brand finished speaking, he drew his knight's longsword and held it to his chest.

“I carry out the will of Ryan Clayton, and all those who stand in my way will be trampled by the Bucks.”

Tell me, who gave you these orders!

In an instant, a terrifying pressure pressed down on them, and countless soldiers instinctively dropped their weapons and collapsed to the ground.

"Yes...yes...it is the commander-in-chief of the Kingdom of Coran."

The leading noble officer finally couldn't withstand the pressure any longer, and through trembling teeth, he squeezed out the name behind him.

Commander-in-Chief of the Kingdom of Kolan?
“Gallik Gelan? He’s Speaker Lane’s student, he wouldn’t dare.”

"Who issued the orders to you in his name?"

Brand's sword was already pointed at the noble officer's neck, and even from seven or eight meters away, a bright red line of blood appeared on the officer's neck.

"I, I don't know either."

The officer was terrified; the oppressive feeling of death almost made him kneel down and beg for mercy.

Sensing the increasingly palpable killing intent, the noble officer finally broke down.

"It was an order from the royal palace, discussed by His Majesty the King and Grand Duke Gelan. It has nothing to do with me!!!"

He roared, and in an instant all the oppressive feeling vanished. Brand snorted and looked south.

A road is under construction here, led by Ryan's Treasury, that will lead directly to the royal city.

"According to the alliance, during the war, the Northern Military Council will oversee all military affairs. Half a month ago, the Kingdom of Coran stopped supplying the Gerald Legion and the Andara Kingdom Legion. Is this an indication that they intend to withdraw from the Council?"

"His Majesty King Coran and His Highness Grand Duke Gaelan need to give all members of the Northern Military Council and Speaker Ryan a reasonable explanation."

The Bucks arrived in the land east of the Frozen Territory. In the past half month, there have been six battles, all of which involved rescue efforts. In those six battles, the defensive lines collapsed due to the lack of timely supplies.

Many people died during the process, but the biggest problem was in the Kingdom of Kolan.

This land, untouched by Ryan's army, ultimately lacked sufficient reverence.

(End of this chapter)