Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 508 (506): A Legendary Battle (6200+ words)

Night had fallen, the sun had sunk below the horizon, and countless stars scattered their light upon the sea of ​​clouds.

The light shines on the rolling sea of ​​clouds, which resembles a silent ocean—vast, boundless, and tranquil.

Through the ages, through the changing times, through the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields, through the shifting of eras, only this sea of ​​stars and clouds seems eternally unchanging.

However, today, tonight, is destined to be different.

A great sun suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, expanding and rising. Its sacred light dispelled the clouds and illuminated the heavens and earth, like a giant furnace appearing in the sky.

The sun, naturally, does not remain unchanged as it blazes across the sky. Its intense rays eventually pierce through the sea of ​​clouds and hang high in the heavens.

The sacred and dazzling light shone down, turning the sea of ​​clouds as far as the eye could see into a golden hue.

Even more striking than the sea of ​​clouds was the blood-red figure under the blazing sun.

He wore a long, bright red robe, adorned with intricate gold and silver lines that outlined various strange patterns, giving him an air of nobility, majesty, solemnity, and unfathomable depth.

But this exclusive cardinal's robe was worn by a very old man.

He was really old, hunched over, his body hunched, his hair thinning and gray, and his wrinkles deep.

Yet this old man, with his cloudy yet resolute eyes, was both weathered by life's hardships and cold-hearted.

That is, he, dragging his decaying body, held high the holy sun and walked forward step by step.

His crimson robe trailed behind him, making him appear like a deity walking among mortals, so imposing that one dared not look directly at him.

In fact?

He is indeed an apostle of a deity on earth, blessed by the Lord of Light, and acting on behalf of the deity in the name of 'Holy'.

Wherever he goes, the sun dispels all darkness.

He is His Holiness Saint Vermont, one of the twelve cardinals of the Church of the Sun God, a legendary figure who has lived for a thousand years and experienced countless battles, a practitioner of the Holy Light.

No one could have imagined that this legendary old man, who never died, would end up here.

Looking at the direction he was heading, it was clear that he was heading towards Luo Yi.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped, raised his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, said, "Saint-Yon, are you going to stop me?"

Suddenly, a sacred iceberg rose up in front of him.

This iceberg is of unknown height, piercing the clouds; it is of unknown depth, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

Directly in front of the iceberg, huge ice cones grow out, seemingly disorderly, but forming a jungle of swords and ice steps.

And at the end of the stairs, there stands that imposing and majestic throne.

One of the twelve cardinals, His Holiness St. John Stuart, was there.

He did not sit down, but stood upright with a slight bow, maintaining respect for an elder.

But his words were incredibly firm: "Now that I'm here, standing here, you should understand what His Majesty's decision is."

"His Holiness the Pope said: 'Loy may die, but he must not die at the hands of the Papacy.'"

The old man slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with murderous intent: "But you should know what I did before!"
"I started the destruction of the Raymond family, and that bastard already knows. If he grows up, do you think he won't come after me?"

"Even His Holiness the Pope cannot leave me to sit idly by and wait for my death!"

Saint John's voice rose as well: "You only think about your own personal grudges, have you ever thought about the bigger picture?"

"Loy is a Templar Knight appointed by the Holy See. He has no real power, but he has a noble status. This is also a sign that the Holy See is willing to accept magical machinery and develop industry."

But if you kill him—no, just by doing it—wouldn't that be telling everyone that the Holy See is treacherous and untrustworthy?

"At that time, will those empires, kingdoms, and duchies become alienated from the Papacy? Will they convert to the Seven Gods?"

"You are undermining and destroying the very foundation of the Vatican's faith!"

"Hehehe, hahahahahahaha, Jon, Saint Jon, little Jon, have you forgotten?"
I am not one of those ignorant people who let you preach to me; I am a cardinal, and I sat in that position hundreds of years before you.

I've used, believed, and even practiced your morally superior rhetoric, but I no longer believe it.

"In my opinion, all agreements and alliances are utter bullshit!"
They pretend to protect you, but when it's their turn to destroy you, they're nothing.

If you ask me, at worst, a natural disaster will occur, legends will intervene, and another interdimensional war will be fought.

"As long as the Habsburg Empire is destroyed, the Church of the Seven Gods is destroyed, and the legacy of magical machinery is destroyed, I do not believe that the Old World will not return to its original system."

Perhaps he was speaking the truth, for at this moment His Majesty Saint Vermont possessed an indescribable madness and seriousness.

But when these words reached Saint John's ears, he felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

"You, you, you, you actually want to start a war between realms? Have you forgotten how many people died in the War of the Shining Stars?"

"So what if they died? So many people died, but as time goes by, they all recover, don't they?"

Therefore, isn't it only right to exchange temporary sacrifice for true peace?

"you you you……"

After a long pause and stammering, the youngest cardinal finally said, "You've really gone mad!"

"Am I crazy, so you still want to stop me?"

"I came here on orders, so of course I must stop you!"
Moreover, His Holiness the Pope said that he can give you everything, and he can also take everything away.

"Hehehe, he's not qualified. Only my lord can do it."

In the name of the Apostle of Light, I declare: those who oppose me are traitors!

Saint John's face twitched, but he still said, "On behalf of the Pope, I declare that this man has betrayed the teachings of the Sun God and is a traitor!"

After declaring each other traitors, the next instant, the Great Sun and the Iceberg collided.

Between heaven and earth, there was only endless holy light, seemingly intent on scorching everything.

Only the ice spread, turning into icicles that froze the space.

With each collision, space twists and cracks, spreading like a spider web, only to be repaired by the plane.

Through those cracks, a dark aura emanated from the abyss-like darkness, causing a series of tremors.

This is a legendary battle, a battle so intense that even space itself cannot withstand it.

……

In another direction, above the sea of ​​clouds, an equally astonishing phenomenon appeared.

Above half of the sea of ​​clouds, a blood moon hung high, and the vast blood demon power, like an ocean, continuously spread outward, forming layers of tides.

Circle after circle, wave after wave, seemingly endless, filling the heavens and the earth.

Within the blood moon, one can see an old man with a sinister appearance and a full head of white hair.

He was dressed in a sharp gentleman's suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he held a walking stick in his hand. He exuded an ancient, decadent, yet elegant and noble air.

Only the blood-red bat wings that spread out behind him could reveal his identity.

One of the thirteen clans, leader of the Camarilla, Grand Duke of the Vampires, Alessandro Keke Torido.

Through the blood moon behind him, one could vaguely see a forest world shrouded in darkness.

That is the Blood Moon Forest, an independent dimensional plane. It is with the support of this dimensional plane that he can use the Blood Demon Power so arrogantly.

This vampire patriarch, who once had one of his clones destroyed by Roy and suffered a great loss at the hands of Virgil Beri, the Dragon of the End, was never a magnanimous person.

His personality is characterized by being vengeful and holding a grudge!

The reason he hasn't made any moves for so long is that he is terrified by the power of the ancient red dragon, and also because for a long time, Flower Territory has been like a 'star' in the Old World.

This place was the focus of countless people's attention, so he didn't dare to move at all.

Ultimately, this is an era ruled by humans, and vampires can only survive in the gutter.

It wasn't until this time, when the three leaders of the coalition made their move to divide up the Flower Territory, that he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He came, but he did so stealthily and very cautiously.

Originally, when the Flower Leader won a great victory, he thought he had no chance left, but who would have thought that things would take a turn for the better and that he would be able to make a move again in the legendary battle!
Of course, the prerequisite is to resolve the immediate conflict with one's own kind and remove any obstacles.

The other half of the sea of ​​clouds was also shrouded in a blood-red domain.

However, without the support of a different dimension, one naturally cannot display such a powerful presence.

The area covered by the crimson domain was much smaller, as if it had been suppressed.

However, if one were actually there, it would be easy to see that countless, inaudible voices constantly echoed, reverberated, and accumulated within the domain.
Finally, it erupted!

Where the two domains intersect, there is no sign of merging; instead, there is constant collision and fighting.

Both are blood demons, but one uses overwhelming force, as vast as a mountain or a sea, seemingly about to engulf everything.

The other one, however, with its sonic vibrations and extremely destructive power, shattered the blood demonic energy, and was not at a disadvantage.

This one was none other than Grand Duke Edward Cullen, an anomaly among the vampires who had settled in the Sky Dome Mountains, known as the 'Vegetarian'.

At this moment, he slightly raised his head, looking at the old vampire in the blood moon, his expression slightly ferocious.

Grand Duke Toledo was furious; his voice seemed to transform into a shriek that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"Karen, Karen, you scum, trash, fool, idiot, how dare you show your face in front of me?"

Grand Duke Karen could not hide his disgust, and he said without fear, "So what if I'm here?"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Come on! Come on! You've tried to kill me more than once or twice, so come and try if you dare!"

"You think I don't dare?"

"What are you afraid of? I still remember that you destroyed my family, killed my descendants, and proposed to expel me from the vampire clan at the vampire council."

"Hahaha, who knows that the derogatory term 'vampire' didn't actually originate from humans? It was you who forced it upon my Cullen family."

"Torido, Torido, it's no wonder that all your direct descendants are dead, either rebelling or wanting to cut off your head."

"If it weren't for that stroke of luck that you got a dimensional dimension, you would have died eight hundred times over."

Grand Duke Karen abandoned all decorum, standing there with his hands on his hips, cursing angrily, displaying a rather shrewish air.

Grand Duke Toledo was furious. He wouldn't have cared if it were an enemy insulting him.

Only your own kind know your weaknesses, and they will attack you without any restraint.

Grand Duke Toledo was furious, but he calmed down and said, "It seems you really are going to stand in front of me for the sake of a human?!"
"If that's the case, then die!"

The next second, the blood moon shone brightly, stirring up a crimson wave in the sky and earth. Then, as the blood moon fell, it crushed down with unparalleled force. Under such an attack, Grand Duke Karen remained calm. He merely looked up, as if in response, or perhaps talking to himself.

"People often say that it's better to offer help in times of need than to add flowers to brocade, but I think that as long as you can do someone a favor, the benefits are quite considerable."

"When Flower Territory was about to lose, I refused to make a move no matter what, but now, the magic tanks are almost wiping out the Duchy of Normandy."

If I still don't dare to make a move, then I've truly wasted all these years of my life!

"I must thank you, Grand Duke Toredo, otherwise, this opportunity to bestow a favor would have been hard to come by!"

"Besides, stopping you is safer than stopping the other legends. After all, they won't bother me afterward for the sake of a vampire!"

As his thoughts raced, the blood moon crashed down from the sky. Even though Grand Duke Karen was prepared and had exhausted all means,
However, his crimson domain was almost crushed.

However, just as Grand Duke Toledo was about to finish off Grand Duke Karen, another slender figure emerged from Grand Duke Karen's shadow.

The same crimson domain appeared, but it did not diminish at all compared to Grand Duke Karen's domain. Instead, the two merged into one, forcefully pushing the blood moon back.

Grand Duke Toledo was taken aback, then seemed to remember something and roared, "That drop of ancestral blood actually ended up in your hands?"

Grand Duke Karen chuckled and said, "That's right. Not only did it end up in my hands, but it also made me a vampire duke."

"Well, didn't expect that, did you?"

"Come, let me introduce you. This is my wife, Grand Duchess Lucy Cullen."

Before she finished speaking, the slender woman opened her mouth and let out a shriek. The frequency of the sound was so high that it was beyond the range that the human ear could perceive.

Ultimately, the high-frequency shockwaves and infrasound combined to shatter the surging sea of ​​blood in a way that could not be seen with the naked eye.

The battle between the vampire dukes here has turned into a two-against-one fight.

The crimson hue illuminated the heavens and earth; wherever it passed, the sea of ​​clouds dissipated.

It resembled a giant, blood-red moon hanging in the sky, so close it seemed about to crash onto the earth.

……

Another place.

At the end of the Sky Dome Mountains, atop a majestic peak, a gaunt man slowly rose to his feet.

He was only 1.6 meters tall, with delicate features, and his smile gave people a sunny and cheerful feeling.

She was so thin she looked like skin and bones, and she appeared frail and small.

Yet, it is this same man who does the most incredible things.

He casually dusted himself off, and when he looked up into the distance, his gentle gaze had vanished, leaving only steel and blood.

Dark yellow earth-elemental battle qi flowed from his body, no longer just pure light, but spreading like a torrent.

It then spreads down the body, covering the mountaintop, and continues downward until it penetrates deep into the ground.

The battle aura of a legendary expert is naturally powerful, but to be able to cover an entire mountain like this is simply too exaggerated.

Even more exaggeratedly, as the earth-based battle aura covered, penetrated, and deepened...

Then, the mountain began to shake.

With a deafening explosion, an arm burst forth from the earth, emerged from the mountainside, slammed into the ground, and forcefully propped itself up.

Then, rocks flew everywhere, vegetation broke, and a colossal earthen beast, hundreds of meters tall and resembling a gorilla, stood up.

Earthy yellow battle aura dripped from its body, resembling golden fur. Looking at the beast's appearance, it was a veritable land overlord, the Behemoth, once the strongest weapon of the orc empire.

Even if it's just shaping earth and stone, battle qi gives it life.
But when this behemoth roared to the sky and pounded its chest, it was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.

As for the gaunt man, he had already appeared on top of the Behemoth's head.

There, the crown on his head formed a dark gold throne, where he sat casually, legs crossed, looking relaxed.

He gazed into the distance and said softly, "Now that the stage has been set up, it's time for me to take the stage!"

"Behemoth, let's go."

Roar!
With a roar, as if in response or echo, the giant beast bent its knees, leaped, and soared into the air.

Given its size, it should appear clumsy, but in fact, it is more agile than one might imagine.

It wasn't flying, but simply leaping, a vertical jump that traversed thousands or tens of thousands of meters.

Upon landing, the earth shook violently, creating a large crater, while the surrounding solid ground rippled outwards like waves.

Using the momentum, the Behemoth sprang up and leaped into the air once more.

Although this way of moving forward doesn't seem as convenient as flying, it truly evokes a sense of awe, like mountains collapsing, the earth splitting, and the sky crumbling.

On top of the Behemoth, the gaunt man seemed to particularly enjoy this exaggerated way of moving forward, and was even combing his messy hair.

The war against Flower Territory was presided over by the three major powers of the coalition, and naturally, each of them had to send a legend.

We can only send one legend!
And the man before them was none other than His Majesty Theodor Oswaldo, the legendary Slavic warrior, the master of the battle axe, known as the 'Mountain Puller'.

Although he doesn't look like a Slav, he has the purest Slavic blood. He is just thin and small because he was injured in the womb.

You can imagine how miserable Theodor's childhood must have been, in a Slavic empire where the pursuit of power and strength was so ingrained.

'Short,' 'Skinny,' 'Infant,' 'Dwarf'—these titles accompanied him through every stage of his growth.

Countless people have suggested that he be executed, believing that his existence is a stain on the Slavic bloodline.

But he had a fierce father who beat anyone who dared to be noisy or talkative until they were black and blue.

His father gave him the most love, and in this environment, his desire for power was also deeply ingrained.

Countless people have advised him that his physique is best suited for training as an assassin or thief, not a warrior, much less a berserker.

But he refused to do so. Instead, with great perseverance and dedication, he cultivated and grew step by step until he became the so-called Mountain Puller.

He was still thin, but when he achieved the Calamity of Heaven, awakened his earth-type battle qi, and uprooted a mountain to use as a weapon, throwing it in front of his enemies, no one dared to mock him anymore.

It was also in his ultimate pursuit of power that he achieved legendary status by slaying a banished Behemoth and using its soul and his own fighting spirit to condense this Behemoth Beast Soul.

Relying on this Behemoth soul, he crushed the castles of those families who had mocked and ridiculed him.

Until the Tsar appeared before him.

Thus, the Slavic Empire gained another legendary protector, His Majesty Theodor Oswaldo, the "Mountain Puller".

His original target for this trip was actually the ancient red dragon Virgil Beri.

Because Behemoth and the dragon deserve to have a battle to determine the winner and who has the greatest strength.
But he was too far away, allowing the Green Dragon Knight Quentin Perkins to get there first.

However, an ancient red dragon with the title 'End of the Burning' was naturally worth the siege of him and another legend.

As for Luo Yi?

He's quite good, his strength is almost unbelievable, but in the end, he's only at the fourth rank.

In any case, he didn't want to be labeled as 'bullying the weak,' as that would be too shameful.

Therefore, Roy must die, but let's leave it to 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias.

Anyway, he's already lost face, so he probably won't mind losing face again.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a sense of crisis struck, and he abruptly turned his head to the side.

At that very moment, a beam of battle aura pierced through his hair.

Silent and still, without even a ripple of battle aura or spatial disturbance.

But the falling strands of hair still stunned him.

He reached out and caught it, his gaze lingering on the strands of hair for a long time before finally looking up again.

Then, he saw a figure thousands of meters away in the sky, with no fluctuations of battle aura, yet maintaining a high-speed backward movement.

Thus, the two sides maintained a relatively static state.

At this moment, Theodore lost his previous ease, stood up, and asked, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled and said, "You come all the way to the Principality of Normandy to stir up trouble, and you actually ask me who your master is?"

Isn't this a bit too much?

"The master of the Duchy of Normandy?"

Theodor Oswaldo muttered those words, as if remembering something: "You're the legend behind the Norman family? You actually returned from the Astral Plane?"

"Hehe, I didn't want to come back, but you guys went too far! You came to my territory and bullied my descendants, how could I not come back?"

“Your descendant, but his last name is ‘Raymond’!”

"But you can't deny that he has half Norman blood!"

“I cannot deny it, but if I remember correctly, your name is Beto Reyes Norman, a legendary assassin who has assassinated countless kings.”

Back when you were still active, you were known as the 'Assassin King' and were also famous for your detached emotions.

Do you expect me to believe that someone like you would travel all the way back from the astral plane for the sake of countless generations of descendants?
Hehehehe!!!

"I can't refute anything you said,"

His Majesty Berto actually nodded, but then changed the subject, saying, "However, my descendant is rich!"

He offered me over a million gold tills to hire me, such a large sum of money made me think that coming back wasn't out of the question!

"Then there's nothing more to say?"

"I think so too."

"Then let's fight."

Roar!
The Behemoth launched the first attack, raising its massive hand and unleashing countless spikes into the sky, a devastating attack like a dense downpour.

It leaves one with nowhere to hide and nowhere to avoid.

Meanwhile, 'King of Assassins' Beto vanished from his spot in a flash.

Then, his figure appeared across the entire sky, a dark, short blade pointing towards him.
There was no visible battle aura, but there were solid beams of battle aura that stretched for thousands of meters, attempting to pierce countless holes in the Behemoth.

Another legendary battle is about to begin!

P.S.: I think this chapter shouldn't be split up; it's more satisfying to read it all at once.

(End of this chapter)