Divine Kingship

Chapter 650 The Final Battle Arrives (Part 3)

Fenris quickly made a decision: "Everyone, go! Luca, you too! Go back and protect the civilians!"

The voice was decisive and resolute.

“I’ll cover the rear,” Fenris decided.

In reality, this was a military order that had no real meaning.

Facing a King-level opponent at this distance, there was absolutely no way he could survive.

Whether you cover their retreat or run away, the result is exactly the same; you won't be able to delay the enemy by even a second.

He didn't know how many of the soldiers behind him could escape, and if Luca wasn't the main focus of attention, he might be able to get away.

As for him...

As a general of the Sanctuary, Fenris didn't actually mind escaping; Rand always emphasized that preserving lives and strength was of paramount importance.

But now that there's no escape, let's not leave behind the ugly scene of a general from the Holy Land leading the escape attempt only to be crushed like an insect.

Fenris gripped the hilt of his specially made sword tightly.

The Burning Hand's characteristics are not particularly outstanding; it has a short attack range, and although its power is strong, burning people to death is quite disgusting.

Compared to the extraordinary skills of Inspector Elsa, it's like comparing a firefly to the moon.

But now, Fenris raises his blazing sword.

He still possessed quite the air of a warrior.

Unfortunately, he was not a hero.

They dodged several attacks from the ground.

Fenris rushed to the yellow-glowing king.

The flames burst forth in an explosive burst.

The high temperature melts the rocks, and the sword blade cuts straight at the enemy.

The king, after traversing towering cliffs, was somewhat surprised by the sudden increase in speed and the decent power.

But unfortunately, it's still too weak.

Commendable courage, unwavering faith, and steadfast will.

But his skills were only mediocre.

The sharp rocks pierced through Fenris's body with ease, while his blazing sword only managed to flash a few sparks and bring a little heat to the yellow-glowing king.

Then the earth swallowed Fenris.

The knights have carried out their orders to evacuate.

Luca rushed over without hesitation, intending to fight the yellow-glowing king to the death.

Luca was fairly confident in his abilities, and he couldn't bear to see someone he respected die so meaninglessly.

If he comes up, he might actually be able to buy some time.

The news should have already reached His Majesty Rand's command post.

Perhaps if we delay a little longer, reinforcements will arrive.

The blade in Luca's hand shone with dazzling light once more.

This magical weapon came from the lake. Originally thought to be just an ordinary magical weapon, it has now reached a level close to those legendary artifacts as I've collected more and more parts during my adventures.

However, this still cannot bridge the gap between the highest-level professionals and the king.

Fortunately, Luca is quite skilled in combat.

Fenris's sacrifice was not in vain.

At least the experienced legendary adventurer Luca noticed some flaws.

The king's reaction was not as quick as expected.

Or rather, it's just too slow.

The terrifying power seemed to be wielded by a young child with little experience.

And that is the opportunity.

First, deliberately slow down to lure an attack.

Countless giant rock serpents charged toward Luca.

Then it cuts straight through, heading straight for the face; this is a disguised threat.

The earth hummed, and jagged rocks mixed with soil surged toward Luca from all directions.

Even further back, rock dragons were born.

While so many attacks obscured his vision, Luca began to accelerate. His already fast speed was amplified by his magical equipment and personal skills, reaching a level far beyond what was normal.

Countless attacks thus missed their mark.

Luca's flashing blade had already pierced the body of the zombie that was shining with yellow light.

"Die!" Luca roared.

Suppressed rage erupted with Luca's gleaming moon-colored blade.

Luca launched his attack without hesitation or checking the enemy's situation, and immediately followed up with a second attack.

Against such an enemy, it's definitely worth launching multiple attacks when you find the opportunity.

Unfortunately, all that awaited Luca was countless sharp rocks.

At this point, Luca had no chance to dodge.

Large areas of sharp rocks pierced through the entire land.

This, of course, includes Luca's body.

Even with countless sharp rocks piercing his body, Luca's battered hands still managed to grip the sword.

The sword still shines brightly.

Then, the intense light shot into the sky as if it would overwhelm the sun.

Unfortunately, when the smoke cleared, his enemy, the zombie, had only lost a little flesh and blood.

Such injuries would probably be nothing to a zombie.

The zombie's cloudy eyes stared at Luca, who was now unable to move: "Your skill is not bad, but it's a pity you're too young. If you train for a few more years, you might have a chance."

The zombie's voice was hoarse and lisping, just as it was about to kill Luca completely.

Ice spears rained down from the sky.

The one who landed next was a man with a cold expression.

The White King – Berlan Calant.

Berlan frowned as he looked at Luca, whose body was riddled with sharp rock spikes, and at the ravaged battlefield.

"Looks like we're a bit late."

Berlan sighed.

After Rand made the arrangements, Berlan immediately acted alone, without waiting for the elites of various countries or for Karin who was coming from the new Holy City, and rushed here at full speed.

But it seems...

It may not have been too late from a strategic perspective, because the civilian casualties were not significant at this point.

But important figures were killed or wounded, and Fenris was nowhere to be seen, which likely means...

Berlan froze Luca, then stuck a branch into the ice and left him there.

This treatment should be enough to save his life temporarily, and then we can let Rand see if there's any way to save him.

She quickly stopped paying attention to everything else and focused on the zombie in front of her.

"King of the Azure and Yellow - Granlight, I didn't expect you to be awakened. As a human, are you willing to submit to an evil god?" Berlan said coldly.

The pale king responded only with a decaying voice: "Little girl, words are useless, come on."

When he swapped bodies with Ellie, Berlan had already discovered that the King's power was a combination of soul power and physical power.

Losing any one of them will greatly reduce the power.

A lord of the undead, whose physical body is nothing but dried flesh and blood, and who has no soul, probably really can't defeat Luca.

However, this king's soul actually succumbed to the Scourge Apostle and became its lackey. The body of this Azure King had long since decayed and decayed, and his soul now appeared to be utterly broken.

Meanwhile, the divine artifact [Sea Abyss] in Bolan's hands is ready to be unleashed.

This is a war between frost and earth.

Frost descends from the sky, and mountains rise from the earth.

In the distance, Sensing the approaching cold weather, Serai, who had been working tirelessly to urge the civilians to retreat to the defensive line, was immediately invigorated.

Many ordinary people are bewildered by this, as it is now summer, which is close to autumn and is not too hot, but there is absolutely no chance of snowfall.

This made them suspect that something even more terrifying was coming to hunt them down.

They were only somewhat relieved when someone told them that their own strongman had come to their rescue.

Few ordinary people were knowledgeable enough to know that such cold meant that the embodiment of frost had arrived.

Those nobles and knights who possessed this insight had mostly died or been wounded fighting alongside Fenris.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The timely arrival of the White King meant that their previous efforts were not in vain.

They only delayed for half a day, but if they didn't act, a third of those who were staggering northwards would likely be killed or injured.

Now, at least His Majesty Berlan can stop this enemy emitting a yellow glow.

Some nobles had already recognized who it was; the King of the Yellow and Azure had once left a significant mark on history.

The swirling snowflakes, like sharp blades, clashed with the needles of the earth, diminishing each other's intensity.

Glaciers are born from nothingness, and mountains rise from what was once a plain.

Then the mountain collapsed!
But it was crushed by the torrent of frost.

Such a terrifying commotion even caused nearby knights to bleed from their ears and noses.

Meanwhile, civilians further away were terrified by the scene.

They had never seen, and could hardly imagine, that such a natural change could be caused by human intervention.

The strongest people they used to think of were nothing more than the knights who came to protect the tax collectors when they collected taxes.

Such a scene was completely beyond imagination.

This is a war between natures.

The terrifying undead that had been chasing civilians and slaughtering them stopped and began to head towards the place where the frost and the earth were at war.

……

Meanwhile, on Rand and Lysa's side...

Rand had already severed the head of the skeletal dragon with his greatsword.

The dazzling lightning had already pierced the throne of the skeletons.

Rand exhaled slightly; the side effects of his artifact had already begun to have an effect.

Just as Rand was about to give the order for the final volley to fall.

All that remained before me was nothingness.

“Gone.” Rand sneered.

The Thunder Hammer is indeed powerful, but Rand is not so arrogant as to think he can kill an incarnation of a god.

Lysa slowly landed beside Rand: "That stray dog ​​ran away."

“Is there a way to track it?” Rand asked.

“Of course.” Lysa chuckled.

Lysa clenched her fist, then opened it.

Then ripples spread through the air, or rather, the space.

Lysa quickly finished her action: "Found it, it's over there."

Lysa pointed in the direction.

Lysa's priesthood includes guiding travelers; once you've met someone and locked onto them, finding them again is quite convenient.

The Scourge Apostles traveling through the land were stopped by Rand that very night.

The Scourge Apostles are not, after all, gods of the earth, and their speed of movement underground is ultimately limited.

The Scourge Apostles are forced to confront Rand once again.

“Disgusting worms,” the Scourge Apostle said with disgust.

His physical strength was not high when he arrived here. In order to maintain the operation of the entire world's undead army, the strength of his main body was greatly weakened.

It now seems we have to postpone the plan.

Rand then mimicked the tone of the Cataclysmic Apostle from the beginning, saying, "You rude stray dog, watch your mouth."

The Scourge Apostles were finally somewhat enraged.

The chaos in the divine kingdom since time immemorial has blurred His reason, let alone byproducts like emotions.

Now, because of the repeated harassment from the mortals before Him, He has finally become somewhat agitated.

"You'll regret this, mortal."

The apostle of natural disasters had barely finished speaking.

Countless bolts of lightning struck Him once more.

His skull, which was originally as clear and white as jade, was now blackened and cracked due to the simultaneous firing of the four thunderous war hammers.

However, it had already begun to heal by then.

The sky grew darker. It was already night, but the sky continued to darken until the moonlight and starlight disappeared.

Then, eerie green flames began to burn in this completely dark and silent space.

But it's no longer the same environment as before.

This is a wasteland, a wasteland made up of skeletons and body parts.

Rand had visited this place many times.

This is the divine kingdom of the Apostles of Calamity.

"Welcome to my kingdom, Rand Nicholas. It's too late for regrets now." The Scourge Apostle slowly walked up to Rand.

"However, given the trouble you've caused me, I can hear your last words. Throughout history, there have only been a handful of mortals who could force me to change my plans, and you are one of them." The Apostle of Calamity was now in a completely victorious posture.

And Rand was no longer the impolite and sarcastic person she had been before.

"Don't you get bored staying in such a quiet, decaying country? If I lived here, I would go crazy with boredom," Rand asked with a smile and politeness.

The Cataclysm Apostle merely sneered: "So these are your last words? How tedious."

"So what do you want to hear? Me weeping and begging on my knees?" Rand reverted to his sarcastic tone, cleared his throat, and said in a strangely emphatic tone, "Ahhh—how awful! I give up, I surrender, please let me go..."

Just as the Scourge Apostle was once again overwhelmed with surprise and anger, wanting to teach Rand a lesson.

Rand spoke again: "You dead wild dog, do you think you've won? Hahaha."

……

Meanwhile, the Dragonblood Eagle Knights, who had already discovered Rand's disappearance, became anxious; their king was gone.

"The king... the king has disappeared."

Lysa remained calm, looking at the somewhat anxious members of the Knights, and ordered, "Don't panic! Look at the state of things! Stay calm! Keep quiet! His Majesty Rand will be back soon."

Although Lysa is elusive, she often serves as the ruler of the Moon Phase Kingdom. Her status in the Moon Phase Kingdom is very high. After she gave the order, the Dragonblood Eagle Knights quickly quieted down.

Lysa then looked toward the spot where Rand had disappeared.

A delicate golden branch appeared in his hand.

Lysa gripped the branch and then suddenly thrust it out from nowhere: "I'm going to assist His Majesty. You all land and rest, and wait outside."

Lysa disappeared after she finished speaking.

Soon, an uninvited guest appeared in that quiet country.

(End of this chapter)