Origin Paradise!

The wall is not a smooth, one-piece structure, but rather made up of countless huge blocks of ice that are stacked, piled up, and then frozen again. Layer upon layer, the ice layers display varying shades of blue and white. The magic steel supports, as thick as ancient tree trunks, are like the ribs and sinews of giants, deeply embedded in the ice wall. The ice surface is covered with crisscrossing cracks and wind-eroded ravines.

The jagged crenellations and platforms on the city wall are faintly visible, like the jagged back of a giant beast. Some small watchtowers and fortresses are scattered on them, connected to the ground by huge winches and baskets.

The ice flowed like mist, and the weather was freezing cold.

Ordinary gold miners here have to fight tooth and nail just to survive.

The two Grand Knight orders stationed at the Holy Great Wall have a total of no more than two thousand men, but all of them are Grand Knights. There are more than twenty captains of the Great Knight rank. By guarding the Great Wall, they can inherit the great cause of protecting the world. Among the Grand Knights who come from all over the empire, after being killed and tempered, nearly one-tenth of them have successfully advanced to the next rank after returning home.

Of course, this corresponds to an alarming mortality rate.

As the caravan arrived, a large gate rose at the base of the wall, and a group of great knights came out to meet them. Each of them had an extremely fierce expression. The sacred city walls did not allow unauthorized persons to enter, but in recent months, as long as one had permission, no one cared if one fled to the ice plains.

At this moment, on the city wall, a majestic old man sat cross-legged on the ground, his blood boiling all day long, with pale red smoke swirling around him. A lion-like helmet covered his head, and blood was dripping from the sword at his waist. Although both were from the Holy Domain, his aura far surpassed that of the Storm Bishop.

Lawrence Augusta.

In pursuit of the realm of the heavens, he voluntarily guarded the sacred Great Wall, and proactively relinquished his right to inherit the throne as the eldest son. After the old marquis passed away, he never returned to the territory, for he now belonged entirely to this place.

"Forty-three people will pass this time, and we will receive 37,000 gold coins, which can be used to exchange for a batch of magic armor."

The young treasurer came to report. The knight, who was in his early twenties, was a promising young man. He was dressed in a wolf fur coat, had a handsome face, and a particularly resolute expression.

Lawrence said, "Send them a batch of guiding torches to continue probing the situation in the Ice Forest. The great knights in the group cannot be wasted in the north. Let them explore."

"Understood." The young man in the wolf-fur coat replied, then hesitated before continuing.

"Still thinking about Eleanor?" Lawrence turned his head.

The young man in the wolf-fur coat lowered his head and said somewhat weakly, "Count Rhine's combat strength is superb, and he manages his territory in an orderly manner. It is said that he is also a handsome man. I just admire the old marquis's taste."

“It has nothing to do with my brother,” Lawrence said. “He’s always been idealistic but lacks his own opinions, and he won’t ignore me in this kind of thing.”

The young man in the wolf-fur coat looked bewildered.

"It was Eleanor's own decision to marry someone; the rest is just talk. As for why she took a liking to Rhine Augustus, I don't know the specific reasons."

Lawrence's eyes flickered, but according to Nuselli's report, Eleanor now genuinely believed that the marriage was arranged by the old marquis, a strange behavior that he found hard to understand.

The cold wind high in the sky was biting. The Holy Great Wall paid the Lemon Caravan a large amount of monster materials as payment, and the caravan members returned the way they came. Only the fugitives walked through the gate.

Chapter 637 The King's Sword

"Something's wrong."

The snow was falling heavily before him, and the Dragon Bishop's expression was gloomy, showing no joy at having escaped.

The Dragonblood Knight Commander was equally nervous, saying, "We haven't encountered any checks by the Inquisition along the way."

The entire group fell silent. With the Alchemy Guild's spatial support, the Inquisition's decision not to intercept them along the way could only be explained by one thing: it was unnecessary.

“Keep moving forward,” the Dragon Bishop said resolutely. Retreating would likely result in a devastating attack. At the very least, they needed to get away from the Holy Wall. The two Grand Masters were exceptionally powerful and belonged to the Empire. Cooperating with the pursuers would mean certain death.

In the fleeing group of forty-odd people, a wandering adventurer removed his helmet, revealing the power of the Knight of Great Achievement. He turned around and said:

"You are all citizens of the Empire, and your exile abroad is out of necessity. I believe none of you would want to spend your entire lives in the freezing cold."

The adventurer said with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "I want to unify the barbarian tribes and avenge the royal family that persecuted me. As long as you join my team, you will all be heroes one day."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, especially the second son of the White Wolf, who sneered incessantly. For someone so ignorant of the Empire's true nature, one could only say that ignorance is bliss.

"What a loud tone."

"Maybe he really does have some skills."

"Who hasn't fallen to this point? I have no interest in them."

The fugitives prepared to leave, but the Dragon Bishop stood still, his body stiff. He looked at the old swordsman under the tree in the distance, his blood seemingly growing colder. In the dark forest, hundreds of griffins opened their eyes and took to the air. The chief bishop from the Church of Destiny was playing the organ with graceful movements. Although he was blind, he exuded a mature charm.

“The Hand of the King…” the Dragon Bishop said with difficulty.

The Dragonblood Knights were on high alert.

hum!

An invisible sword light enveloped the earth, and the adventurers who had made bold pronouncements were instantly shattered into countless pieces of blood. The fugitives all fell to the ground at the same time.

The old swordsman casually drew the white knight's sword from his waist. It was the King's Sword, forged by seven alchemy masters from the entire Alchemist Guild. It possessed absolute sturdiness and sharpness, capable of unleashing a sure-hit strike, and was ranked as a sub-legendary.

"May honor and glory belong to the incorruptible, invisible, and eternally unique sword, forever and ever."

The old swordsman raised his knight's sword high. He believed neither in the Heavenly Father nor in any other lunar deity, but only in the sword in his hand. As the King's Sword began to respond, a violent sword light illuminated all directions.

Lawrence, who had already changed his mind and was about to leave the city, stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

"What could have possibly gotten this person involved?"

The sword light subsided.

The old swordsman didn't even glance at the Dragon Bishop, instead fixing his gaze directly on the masked man.

"Dragon King, how much of your power have you recovered?"

The Dragon King removed his mask, his face expressionless. He was born holy and had no feelings of fear, but this elderly human before him was truly extraordinary.

The old swordsman showed them the utmost courtesy and forbade the two Holy Domains of the Great Wall from approaching. Just a year ago, the "Storm Lady" went out of control and rioted. A strange storm suddenly broke out in the "sky." Apart from the strongest Heavenly Father, all the other Moon Gods fell to earth and descended to the ground in human form.

The Church of Heaven named these fallen gods Saints. Saints initially possessed only ordinary Gold-level strength, but their strength would rapidly recover as faith gathered. Among them, the Dragon King recovered the slowest due to the existence of the Dragon Clan.

Conversely, the Dragon King's influence over the dragon race undoubtedly posed a tremendous threat to the rule of the dragon families, and the Dragonborn Church became a mortal enemy that the Empire had to eliminate.

The King's Sword points horizontally.

The Dragon Bishop was enraged. He donned heroic armor over his entire body and unleashed his power of blood. Nine crimson dragon shadows materialized around him and charged fiercely toward the enemy.

The falling snow dyed everything red.

"Usurper!"

The old swordsman remained expressionless as a terrifying sword light rose, shattering the nine-headed blood-red dragon shadow. The King's Sword's unerring strike caused the sword light to engulf the Dragon Bishop. This sword strike not only killed the dragon shadow but also permanently shattered the power of blood.

The hilt of the sword possesses the power to shatter everything.

Whoosh!

The Dragon Bishop knelt on the ground, his face covered in blood.

The most powerful holy domain's signature technique, the Sword of Severance, shattered his heroic armor and great achievements. When the Dragon Bishop fell from his golden peak, the severe injuries caused his death.

The Dragonblood Knights turned pale.

"So, Count Rhine, what is your choice?"

On the snow, a figure stood out almost imperceptibly.

Jiang He's eyes were serious as she assessed the potential returns.

Old swordsman = best puppet.

King's Sword = Dragonlance ascends to Legendary status.

Dragon King = Aya's feed.

A fierce battle is inevitable, but the rewards will be equally enormous.

Jiang He spoke up: "The Dragon King."

The Dragon King turned his head; he too was a powerful being in the mortal world.

“Pray to me,” Jiang He said.

The Dragon King's eyes shifted slightly, the old swordsman was taken aback, and the Dragonblood Knights were enraged. How could there be such a madman in the world?

But the Dragon King clearly had no sense of shame; he simply realized Jiang He's purpose.

A moment later, it began to pray.

The Holy Grail in Jiang He's hand had accumulated a layer of faith power.

"This level of achievement is undoubtedly the pinnacle of heroism."

"You don't need to wait anymore."

With a single sweep of his sword, the old swordsman beheaded all the Dragonblood Knights. At the same time, hundreds of griffins in the sky erupted in golden flames and fell one by one. The Bishop of Destiny, who possessed the power of fate, quietly retreated. It was she who had foreseen the location of the Dragon Bishop.

Whoosh!

The moment the Dragon King confirmed his true identity.

The old swordsman swung his sword down, a cross-shaped slash sweeping across the ground, cracking the snow in its path, its extreme sharpness sweeping across the landscape.

—Sky Sword Technique: Reverse Demon Cross.

Jiang He thrust out his spear, and hundreds of wolf shadows converged into one. The dark red spear light possessed unparalleled penetrating power, accurately shattering the center of the Reverse Demon Cross. However, as the sword light collapsed, countless fragment-like streams of light accelerated and burst forth. The Reverse Demon Cross was clearly just the starting move.

Whoosh whoosh!

The Heavenly Robe first splashed endless ripples, then tore apart inch by inch. Countless sword blades slashed at Jiang He's body, leaving it riddled with holes. The Holy Domain Sword Blade, containing the authority of the sword, possessed the terrifying destructive power to destroy everything.

call!

Chaotic energy extinguished the sword's edge, while strands of internal energy repaired the body. Jiang He lowered his two fingers, and the golden flames burning on the griffin in the sky converged, causing a huge fireball with a diameter of 100 meters to fall.

The old swordsman smiled and said, "So it is His Majesty the Sun King."

"Felix did not die unjustly."

A crisscrossing sword light rose from the ground, annihilating the sun's fireball. The Sword's Authority - Severing Influence Sword was activated. Although there was no attack, a huge wound that went deep into Jiang He's bones appeared on his chest, and golden blood gushed out.

"Still too young..."

boom!

The old swordsman's words came to an abrupt halt as, under the gaze of a pair of dark eyes, the light of chaos pierced through his throat.

The two greeted each other.

Chapter 638 The Strongest Sacred Domain

The throat was shattered, and fresh blood gushed out.

The old swordsman remained calm, slashing his sword in front of him. The blade of the King's Sword seemed to cut through invisible threads, and a cracking sound came from the vacuum. When the sword light dimmed, the wounds on his body disappeared.

The Power of the Sword: The Fruit-Slaying Sword.

This is a powerful sword technique that cuts off "injuries" to restore oneself.

"You've cultivated very powerful battle qi."

The old swordsman couldn't help but sigh; it was the first time he had ever seen such a troublesome battle aura, a pure annihilation and destruction.

"A dignified Imperial Earl, even the Duke of the Sea Serpent, and such a young Saint-level warrior, why do you insist on stopping me? Or have you already become a follower of the Dragon King?"

Jiang He's eyes were calm as she casually said, "There's no obstruction; it's just a hunt."

"Oh? So I was the prey."

The regret and admiration on the old swordsman's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a chilling indifference.

call!

The sword pressed down like a surging sea, its tangible light sweeping outwards.

At the same time, Jiang He unleashed a monstrous killing intent, his deep red kingly aura clashing with the sword pressure.

boom!

Like a thousand clashes, the snow melted away, and a deep chasm split between the two. In the distance, on the sacred Great Wall, the battle-hardened knights were almost suffocating. Lawrence's expression changed slightly, and he gripped the hilt of his sword.

The cries of billions of lives echoed, and the crimson majesty, as red as blood, shattered the pressure of the sword. The eternal soul, built up from countless killings, became unbreakable in the struggle of wills.

The old swordsman raised his knight's sword high and said coldly:

"You inhuman monster, show me the limits of human skill that can be achieved through dedicated study!"

boom!

The old swordsman shattered the space before him.

The wind howled.

Jiang He shifted her gaze, fixing it firmly on the enemy who had suddenly appeared beside her.

Whoosh!