Throne of the North.

Chapter 783 The Interdimensional Battlefield Between Humans and Beastmen: The Raven King with Nowhere to Escape
The Raven King never expected to encounter humans in another world.

Ryan never expected that he would have to fight a war with the orcs of Norris in another world.

Tens of thousands of raven-men flew in the sky, because the Raven King suspected that there was danger in this sea, after all, all the raven-men who had entered before had disappeared.

Then the orc king saw a flock of raven-like beasts flying towards him.

There were also quite a few ravens within the raven orc army. The raven king initially didn't pay attention to these creatures flying around randomly, assuming they were just looking for a place to land.

But soon it noticed that the crows' feathers seemed to be shinier and brighter, which was not a good thing in the northern environment.

And... why does it shed so easily?

The black raven feathers floating in the sky made the Raven King sense the fluctuations of magic. When it looked over, all the raven feathers that had fallen were no longer in mid-air.

Instead, they merged into the void, no longer descending, but remaining suspended in the void, making them visible to the raven orcs but untouchable.

"This wasn't raised by us."

The Raven King reacted, but it was too late. Countless raven feathers froze the void, tearing apart the passage that brought them to this world. As magical elements filled the void and the space was gradually flattened, the Raven King could no longer see the passage connecting the two worlds.

The artifact in his hand may still be able to be activated, but the enemy hidden in this other world will not give him the time.

“Quack~”

One by one, ravens took to the sky, and a yellowish-brown halo surged up from the depths of the ocean—the silt and pebbles on the seabed, solidified on the surface by magical power.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a layer of land appeared on the boundless sea.

This is the power of a raven from the Blue Ocean Islands, which was originally created in the same way, except that time determines quality.

That's enough for Ryan.

He left Turtle Island and was exposed to the army of Raven Orcs.

"Humanity?"

The Raven King was surprised, and his mood quickly sombered.

He fell into a trap.

"A human and a few strange crows are nothing more than food for us!"

The Raven King roared, and an overwhelming army of raven orcs surged toward Ryan.

"Your opponent is not me."

Ryan stood on the makeshift ground, and from behind the transparent curtain, a large number of stag servants gradually emerged.

The warhorses couldn't tread on this layer of ground; it was too thin. But for the Bucks, that wasn't a problem.

The only problem is that the raven orcs can fly.

This is not a problem for the wizard.

The raven circled in the sky, and with a soul-piercing raven cry, all the raven orcs felt as if their bodies were filled with lead. The more they flapped their wings, the faster they fell to the ground.

"Gravity field".

The Raven King was utterly shocked. Any powerful earth mage must possess gravity field magic, as it was a legendary magic similar to a domain.

How do these strange witch crows possess such abilities?

As the raven orcs landed on the ground, their combat strength... well, it's not to say it was reduced by half, but it was definitely reduced by 30%. Behind Ryan, thousands of stag squire knights gradually emerged. Facing tens of thousands of raven orcs, their aura completely overwhelmed the enemy.

The temporary ground created by the raven could not accommodate so many raven orcs landing. Many orcs who were unable to adjust in time fell directly into the sea and suffered even more terrible magical attacks from the deep sea.

"attack!"

Brand pointed his sword forward, while he himself fixed his gaze on the Raven King.

Ryan didn't let him rush out directly, but instead looked at Kledal.

"It possesses a divine artifact and terrifying power. Do you have any ideas on what to do?"

The Empire's war reports described the power of the artifact wielded by the Raven King. Although the nobles denigrated it, Ryan remained vigilant.

"The books that seal away countless knowledge can never escape the wrath of the god Mikragard; we can seal them away."

"Is there a time limit?"

Ryan inquired whether, if necessary, his legendary combat prowess could also be used in the battle.

“In Mikragad, this time limit can be—permanent.”

Keck answered him, and the moment his words fell, the ravens had already completed the binding of the rules over this sea area.

Every raven in this world wields a sliver of power.

Before the Raven King, the Book of Knowledge was turned to a page. In the dim light, a giant hand seemed to be reaching out from that page. But the next moment, the artifact's light dimmed, and the owner of the giant hand let out a painful howl. The pages of the Book of Knowledge frantically flipped and closed, until only an ancient cover remained in the Raven King's eyes.

He rejected its call and ceased offering it the terrible power described in ancient knowledge.

At this moment, the Raven King finally panicked. His reliance on the Book of Knowledge had long surpassed his faith in the gods, and he had no idea what to do without this artifact.

The enormous hand broke off and fell into the ocean, causing countless deep-sea monsters to go mad, drawn by the rich life force contained within the severed arm.

The Raven King had lost all will to fight and roared for his raven orc army to get away from the area.

A pair of cold eyes locked onto the Raven King's location, rendering the legendary orc king unable to move. When he turned around, he only saw a phantom stag, its pupils reflecting his own nervous expression.

"A legendary knight of humanity."

The Raven King looked at Brand with a grim expression. Only with years of experience fighting humans did it understand just how troublesome the legendary humans were.

Looking at the ravens surging with the power of the peak of the Saint Realm, the Raven King's fighting spirit vanished completely.

"escape!"

At the first moment, the orc king fled in the direction far from the battlefield, with thousands of his trusted raven orc followers naturally following in his footsteps. With the king gone, the remaining orc army naturally lost its morale, and before the knights of the Stag Legion even approached, these panicked orcs had already scattered and fled like headless flies.

"Kill them all!"

"For Ryan's glory!"

The knights were in high spirits; not a single soldier would refuse such a smooth war.

"stay!"

Brand couldn't keep up with the Raven King's speed, but he could still take action against its orc army. The radiance of his knightly combat skills replaced the sun in the sky, and the blazing phantom stag was no longer enormous. With Brand's leaping slash, it transformed into a sweeping sword light that cut through the elite raven orcs ahead like mowing grass.

"Damn humans!"

The Raven King turned to Brand with resentment in its eyes. Damn human! If its artifact hadn't been sealed, how could it have allowed the other to kill so many of its people?

Even so, the Raven King had no intention of stopping. Staying where he was meant certain death. Only by escaping and finding a way to unseal the power of the artifact, the Book of Knowledge, could he take revenge on these damned humans.

As the brains of the orc family, Raven King quickly came up with the most suitable solution. It was more like a wise man among the orcs. However, as it flew, Raven King suddenly felt that the water vapor in the surrounding sky seemed too dense.

So dense that its wings flapped slower and slower.

Brand's figure was getting closer and closer behind it. It slowed down not only its wings, but also its thoughts.

A hazy mist hung over the sea, and in the indistinct distance, the silhouette of a huge ship appeared—another crow ship—from which sharp cries emanated.

"Monsters from another world? Or not monsters, but intelligent life forms, the orc race from ancient legends?"

"It really is... ugly."

The crows on the boat cawed and laughed, their cries quite unpleasant.

The Raven King stared groggily at the massive raven ship slowly approaching. As the ship came into focus, ravens standing on the edge of the halving appeared in his field of vision, looking down at him.

"A bunch of ants from a sacred realm."

The Raven King had fierce eyes and a psychological trauma related to human legends, but it regarded the raven of the Sanctuary as nothing more than a wild beast.

No matter how savage orcs may be, they are intelligent beings and a superior race.

In an instant, legendary magic surged, and a bone-chilling gale swept across the sky for thousands of meters around, accompanied by hailstones that could pierce steel. This was the power of the storm, and also the legendary blessing that the Raven King had obtained through the artifact, the Book of Knowledge.

However... this terrifying legendary magic contracted, collapsed, and vanished on the ocean at an even faster pace. The raging raven king, who had just rushed onto the huge raven ship, froze in place the moment he arrived.

A pair of wise raven eyes gazed at it calmly, like the still surface of a vast ocean.

The lack of interest in their eyes isn't the problem; the problem is—there are just too many of them!!!
The Raven King didn't believe that the natives of this world at the peak of the Saint Realm would be his match, but if it were ten... a hundred... a thousand...

What about the 1,043 Saint-level Ravens?

The terrifying legendary magic on the Raven King's body was suppressed and disappeared. It stared blankly at the more than a thousand ravens on the ship. After a brief silence, the Raven King's magical source ignited, and it frantically fled backward.

“I felt the divine favor and the remnants of His will in it. Keke was right. After leaving Mikragard, the great being chose the orcs to be His followers.”

A raven spoke, but did not stop the Raven King from fleeing.

Not long after the Raven King turned around, Brand blocked its way. The knight's longsword in his hand was already covered with cracks. This sword was not a legendary weapon and could not withstand his vast ocean of blood energy.

Fortunately, Brand sheathed his longsword, and the legendary gift [Spiritual Body] was unleashed.

In the void, an energy factor unlike any other extraordinary one, so sublime that even the world's boiling magical energy factors submitted to it, and for the first time, the 'vanishing of the gale' occurred on the sea of ​​Mikragard.

Crystal-like brilliance condensed on Brand's body, making his knight's armor transparent and emitting a crystal-like luster. However, he knew that this was not crystal, but the shimmering light of stars.

The psionic armor covered Brand's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, allowing him to breathe more clearly while also enhancing his perception of his surroundings.

Thunder roared across the sky, but even faster than the thunder came Brand, who rushed out and appeared before the Raven King. He threw a punch at the legendary orc king, the immense force shattering the magical defenses on the Raven King's body.

Unfortunately, its physical body did not possess the strength commonly found among orcs. The intense pain drove the Raven King into a rage. Its beak opened, and a miniature storm slowly condensed—forbidden magic that, once fully formed, would be enough to destroy an island tens of miles in diameter.

Brand didn't give it the chance. If it were any other time and place, he might have been happy to see what kind of power this Raven King, who was known as the orc strategist, could unleash, but this was a battlefield.

The only thing needed on the battlefield is to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible.

Before the Raven King, which had been sent flying by a punch, could even stop, Brand reappeared in front of it. The moisture in the air prevented it from escaping the speed of this legendary human knight.

Round and round, the psionic armor evaded all magical tearing, and Brand slammed the Raven King into the depths of the ocean.

The deep sea shimmered with dazzling light, and the enormous raven ship remained stationary, for in front of the vessel, the life-or-death struggle of two legendary figures had created a whirlpool hundreds of meters long on the sea.

Thunder and rain swirled above the vortex, gradually forming a terrifying storm.

"In Mikragard, the Raven King seems to have also received the favor of this world itself, and the magical elements in the void are easily mobilized."

As Ryan stood on the 'ground' battlefield between the stag army and the orcish army, gazing into the distance, he spoke these words. Now he truly believed what Kek the Raven had said: the god of this world was the one worshipped by the Raven Orcs, the one whose divine blessing [Storm] he had killed and whose spirit panel had devoured.

Ryan wasn't worried about Brand. When Brand unleashed his legendary gifts to the fullest extent and began to use spiritual energy instead of blood energy, Brand would be invincible.

why?
Mikragard would provide convenience to the Raven King, so why couldn't Ryan provide support to Brand? He, Ryan Clayton, controls a psionic world comparable to the divine source [Primordial Essence].

The spiritual ocean, under the will of Lion, continuously provides Brand with energy support. Can Mikragard provide the Raven King with the very essence of the world to squander?
It's hard to say whether this world still has an origin.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the thunder in the sky shattered, and the sea, which was about to form a whirlpool thousands of meters high, burst open with huge waves. Brand, carrying the half-dead Raven King, returned to the surface of the sea from the towering waves and knelt on one knee in front of Ryan.

"Sir, I have brought it back."

This outcome was inevitable.

Having come into this world in person, with his divine artifacts sealed away, the Raven King was destined from the very beginning to have nowhere to escape.

At this moment, Ryan, just like the Raven King before him, was also shocked as he watched the thousands of Saint-level ravens flying in the sky.

He had always thought... that there wouldn't be more than a dozen ravens in this world.

(End of this chapter)