Throne of the North.

Chapter 828 Spreading the Dawn in the Name of Faith (Part Two)

The ruins of Oren.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were stationed on this open land. There used to be a city in front of them, Brand heard everyone say so.

But now, only chaotic ruins remain, broken stones everywhere, no weeds growing, and a faint black aura still lingers on the surface, the power of the abyss constantly influencing this place.

The Armored Bear Legion disappeared here because there was nowhere else, and Brand could not find any trace of them. No matter what method he used, he could not tear a hole and enter the unseen void.

"Commander Brand, the obsidian and oil from the Kingdom of Sera have been transported here."

Galic came to Brand's side. The weather was getting colder, and the morning wind on his face added to his determination. This commander of the Kingdom of Coran's army had been exhausted these days, and commanding the army was far more tiring than he had imagined.

"Ah."

Brand nodded, glanced ahead, and said:

"Pour it in!"

"Pour it in?"

Galic looked ahead, puzzled.

But Brand had already moved. The legendary knight leaped into the sky, gathering silver-white light on his fists amidst the rumbling drumbeats. A dozen seconds later, Brand descended from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ruins of Oren City.

Dust billowed in, but fortunately, the soldiers at the front wore face shields with linen filters inside. The earth trembled violently, and through the blurred dust, Galik could only see a wild figure relentlessly pounding the ground. A legendary knight was using all his strength against this land that had no way to resist.

The ground was subjected to tremendous brilliance, and the flying debris injured many of the outer army.

After a long time, a pit appeared.

Brand returned to the army and said again:
"Pour it in!"

Huge wooden barrels were carried over, and the soldiers unloaded them and threw them into the pit. They contained kerosene, which was mined from the obsidian mines of the Kingdom of Sera, and the obsidian itself contained explosive energy.

Soon, a dark lake appeared. Brand took the torch from the soldier and threw it into the lake, and dozens of stag servants around him did the same.

Instantly, blazing flames shot into the sky, and scorching heat waves covered the entire sky. The raging flames shone with a light even more dazzling than the sun, forcing the Kingdom of Kolan's legion standing behind to retreat hundreds of meters.

The Bucks, who emerged from the flames of war, remained steadfast in their position. They could withstand the heat, and they knew it wasn't enough.

Brand wanted to use the power of fire to distort the void here, thereby creating a void passage. But this is just mortal fire; how could it possibly work?

"obsidian!"

One by one, jet-black obsidian stones resembling gems were thrown out and landed in the fire. They contained extraordinary elements that stimulated the already raging inferno, transforming the flames into extraordinary magic.

But magic still requires magicians. As the flames rose higher and higher, Brand gave a command, and dozens of magicians in robes came out, holding wands and chanting louder and louder.

As everyone knows, the longer the chanting lasts, the more terrifying the magic becomes. The sea of ​​fire burning on the ruins of Oren City was gradually guided by these mages. They seemed to come alive, condensing all the heat generated by their burning into a limited area.

The flames stopped spreading and could only burn inwards. Soon, everyone heard a series of violent explosions.

It was obsidian in the flames, or perhaps those unbroken wooden barrels, or some other random things; in any case, it couldn't withstand the fusion of this energy and cracked.

The flames, in the process, also acquire increasingly higher temperatures.

At the flickering edge of the flame, Brand gazed at the gradually distorting void.

Where is Mr. Loz?

A mage clad in a white magic robe approached. He was somewhat hot, and even though the magic robe was supposed to insulate against all external adverse factors, it could not stop the heat from spreading.

This is the only space mage in Brand's expedition team. Although he is still far from being an archmage, there is no one else available.

Space mages are very rare, and Ryan can't invite a second, more powerful space mage in a short time.

Everything I had done before was to guide this space mage, enabling him to skillfully tear through space.

If Loz were stronger, he could have done it all by himself with his magic.

"Can you tear it open?"

"It's easy, Lord Brand. The space here is more fragile than you think."

The mage Loz was very humble. Although mages were very noble, he only had the right to look a legend in the eye when he arrived at the Sanctuary.

"Then let me find the Armored Bear Legion."

Loz took a deep breath and spread a large amount of magic crystals around himself. Seeing this, Brand waved his hand, and soon, a mountain of magic crystals gathered around Loz.

"Rhinoceros Horn Mountain will be responsible for all magic consumption."

Loz was very excited, and his chanting speed increased. His wand emitted invisible waves, and magical power began to surround him. After more than ten minutes, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​fire!
A narrow slit, barely as thick as an arm and about the height of a person, within which Brand sensed an extreme evil power—the aura of the abyss.

"found it."

"I need to fix the space; I need a way in!"

Loz's forehead began to bead with sweat, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"I try my best."

"You must do it."

"Don't forget that it was Lord Ryan who recommended you to become Countess Winter's student, and you came here on your own initiative this time."

The spatial magic continued, and the spatial rifts in the sea of ​​fire continued to expand. The dozens of mages who controlled the fire element did not use their magic to stop the emergence of spatial power.

Finally, the black cracks in the flames grew large enough for everyone to see.

"not enough."

"Do you think tearing through space is easy?!"

Loz roared, his face turning red; his magical training was about to give way.

"That's exactly what I think."

Do you need any further help?

Brand looked at Lorz; all their hopes now rested on this one man.

"Where are the materials I requested?"

"Loz shouted, and the thing he was talking about appeared in front of him the next moment. It was dozens of magical materials, each of which was very expensive. Thanks to the emergence of the Imperial Mage Association, it was much easier for Ryan to collect them.

"Throw these in."

Brand personally intervened, and all the magical materials were absorbed into the spatial rift. Immediately afterward, the rift visibly expanded, transforming into a pitch-black portal ten meters high and ten meters wide.

The portal distorted, and the spatial rift was no longer pitch black. Brand could vaguely make out the outline of a majestic city within that blurry darkness. Oren City had vanished from this land, only to reappear in another dimension, where a sea of ​​purplish-black clouds loomed overhead.

"I need a way."

Brand looked at Loz and pointed to the sea of ​​fire ahead.

"We can't just rush in like this, can we?"

Loz clenched his teeth, unable to speak, but his eyes conveyed a clear message.

His only responsibility is to open the spatial gate and use the power of the void to connect to the hidden abyssal divine kingdom within it.

"OK then."

Brand looked around and disappeared from the army's sight. Not long after, a figure carrying a huge boulder came running across the ground, causing it to tremble. Brand threw the boulder into the deep crater he had created with his own hands.

"The fire cannot be extinguished. My strength alone is not enough to open the spatial portal."

Loz roared as he watched the boulder fall, smothering the flames in the sea of ​​fire and becoming a bridge.

Oh, so this rock wasn't that big after all.

Loz thought to himself with lingering fear.

When he came to his senses, Brand was already on the back of the Northern warhorse. He drew his lance and tucked it under his arm, turning his head to look at Galick one last time.

"Our enemy is a god. Do you have the courage to face him?"

Without waiting for Galic's response, he continued:

"It doesn't matter if you don't. This is a battlefield. If you can't lead your army to appear, then the military court of Zero Crossing City will surely kill you unless your father voluntarily relinquishes the title to you in advance. Also, the Kingdom of Coran's legion can be rebuilt."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brand raised his lance and roared in a loud voice.

"Long live Ryan!"

"Long live Ryan!!!"

The thunderous roar of iron hooves echoed through the raging inferno as the Bucks army charged into the flames, rampaging across the massive stone bridge and disappearing into the murky gate beneath the blazing inferno.

……

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Oren City.

The ancient city has been tinged with the patina of ink, and burning torches are placed on every house that is still inhabited. These lights replace sunlight, bringing light to the houses while also preventing any abyssal monsters that might appear from any dark corner.

The city's inhabitants would occasionally venture out to the city walls to resist the monsters outside. No one dared to look up, for if they did, they would see an enormous and terrifying face in the dark purple clouds—the face of a god, which mortals could not look directly at.

If we look down from His perspective, we can see that more than half of Oren City is without torches. The vast majority of the city is no longer under human control. The darkness of the abyss has submerged many houses and is constantly devouring the last glimmer of light.

The clergy in the city said that once darkness consumed the torches in their houses, they would sink to the deepest abyss, their souls devoured by evil beings, and their bodies become food for monsters.

They will never have peace.

Young Master Stie also said that people's attitude towards the Oren family is very subtle now, because there are rumors that the reason they ended up here is because of the Duke of Oren.

But that doesn't make sense. If it's the Oren family's fault, then why is it the Oren family's army that's leading them in resisting the abyss monsters?
Grand Duke Oren and young master Sty have fallen out, and now young master Sty is the Grand Duke of Oren.

Some people say that this is the only answer that can explain the previous question.

"So, the monsters outside the city are led by the eldest duke, while young master Stie leads the army inside the city, is that right?"

"A war between grandfather and grandson?"

No one can answer this question anymore, because everyone who discussed it has been killed, and people can only try to guess the answer in their own dark homes.

The city's rulers had no time to investigate the inner thoughts of the common people and slaves at the bottom of society; killing was all they had.

Since falling into this void of the divine realm, Stie Oren, who is widely recognized as the future heir of the Oren family, has never closed his eyes again. Extraordinary potions keep him awake at all times, and even his spirit is kept active by magicians.

He cannot fall asleep; if he sleeps for even an hour, the city will fall into the charge of the abyssal monsters.

After all, he knew that he had forcibly withstood all the pressure and kept the human army fighting. The soldiers only took up arms because he stood up for them, and these soldiers had all witnessed the transformation of Grand Duke Oren, his grandfather, into a demon.

He couldn't disappear, and he had to stand on the city wall to convince everyone that the demon army outside had nothing to do with the Oren family.

why?
Stie Oren didn't know if Oren City could survive, but there was hope. Once they were reborn and returned to the continent of Norris, he would have to consider the chance for the Oren family to continue its legacy.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot admit that the demon army outside at this moment is actually made up of people from inside Oren City.

This matter must absolutely not be associated with the Oren family. Only in this way can the Oren family continue to exist on the continent of Norris and avoid being overwhelmed and destroyed by the armies of the Dawn Church and other nobles.

He knew all too well what the nobles outside were capable of doing for land; there had been at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, land wars over the years.

As for hope?

Stitch looked out into the distance beyond the city. He never imagined that after his resolute break with his grandfather, he would be fighting alongside that armored bear legion.

The city of Oren was able to hold out not because of him, nor because of the human army within Oren, but because of the armored bear legion.

The extraordinary legion reacted the moment it fell into this divine realm along with the city of Oren.

Under that woman's gaze, at the moment he broke with his grandfather, the Armored Bear Legion launched an incredibly heavy attack on his grandfather and his army, and successfully drove his grandfather out of Oren City.

Subsequently, the Armored Bear Legion also left Oren City, and incidentally used pieces of rubble to help seal the breach in Oren City.

That woman, that crazy woman, actually cut off the armored bear's escape route?!
Stiefon thought Bogeld had gone mad, but later realized that this was just the beginning.

She actually led the Armored Bear Legion to launch an offensive against the demon army. Outside Oren City, in an environment without any cover or advantage, she frantically slaughtered the demon army that was no match for them, and then moved further and further away.

The massive number of low-level demons were kept out by the Armored Bear Legion, and because of the Abyss God's wrath, all the demon armies went to besiege the Armored Bear Legion, so Oren City did not encounter a dense horde of monsters surrounding it.

This is why Stie was able to hold on. As long as the demon army from afar did not arrive, it meant that the Armored Bear Legion was still alive, and that he still had a chance to lead the people of Oren City to survive.

only……

"How much longer can you hold on?"

Without logistics, without rest, without light, and without even knowing if or if reinforcements would arrive, how could that army and that woman still be alive?
How many days have passed? Stitch himself didn't dare to ask how time had gone by, out of fear.

“Young Master Styd, no, Grand Duke Oren, an army has appeared outside.”

"Human army!!!"

(End of this chapter)