Throne of the North.

Chapter 294: The Grace of the God of Light and the Reactions of All Parties (Day )
Master Ryan was learning magical knowledge with screams, and the pressure of the dragon covered the Rhino Horn Mountain.

Roland also got an identity, Lord Yazhe from the Frozen Territory, and went to visit Countess Winter to pursue the truth of space magic.

The North Wind Province is still so quiet. In the cold wind, all the noble territories are silently waiting for the arrival of next spring.

"Now we are just waiting for next year, isn't it too early?"

Llane sent a large number of soldiers deep into the North, but found no traces of orcs moving south in the world further north of Lake Northgar.

"It seems that the orcs will not move south this year. They are good at fighting against the cold in the north."

This is what Ryan is most worried about now.

The fortress on the Xiangshan Plain was never built. Although the noble territories in Hanshan City County had begun to be rebuilt, they still could not stop the orcs' attacks.

If the orcs continue to move south this year, it will cause huge trouble.

After all, a large number of troops are in another world.

It doesn’t matter whether other nobles are worried or not, Ryan does care very much. Fortunately, no trace of orcs was found.

In the cold weather, the people can only live in the territory towns. If there were not so many orders from the Frozen Territory, the three taverns would probably be overcrowded.

Waiting until next year seems too early, and the same is true for the Marquis of the North Wind, the governor.

In the cold wind, he stared at the flat wasteland in front of him. It would be a good choice to cultivate it into farmland, but a better choice would be to use it to transplant trees from other worlds.

“The light shines upon us, and all our actions are small and temporary in comparison with the great light.”

"But light will give us the courage to survive."

"The cold wind is a test given to us by Him. As long as we complete the test, devout believers will be blessed with great light!"

“We will not be sick, we will be prosperous, we will be strong.”

He called for the greatness of light, and there was light in the eyes of the working civilians, who were looking forward to the day when the great God of Light would bless them and make them rich people who could rest for a day after working for a day.

Next to the Marquis of the North Wind, there were more than a dozen magicians, half of whom were brought by him, and the other half were offerings from other nobles.

What are their functions?
Transplanting precious trees from another world is not a simple task, especially because different species require different environments and areas for each tree and flower.

The magicians were able to know this range, but because they were not very good at it, some of them still died.

"In a few days, the invited druids will arrive, and then we won't have to worry."

As to whether the death of the transplanted trees would affect the greatness of Light, Marquis Beifeng said he didn't care.

"Light is immortal and hangs eternally high in the sky. The fact that the light He radiates is dim does not mean that He is weak. Rather, it is because He is too powerful that He does not care about the dimming of the light."

This is what happened on the surface, but in reality, they quickly used the royal channels to invite druids to save every transplanted crop.

"Yes, it's this tree. There must be a ten-meter radius around it. How much is ten meters? Five of you lie down and one child can lie down at home."

"This bush must be raised, and those stones must be moved over. Also, the ditch should not be so far away. In the other world, this bush lives under the mountain spring!"

"..."

What kind of thing can be praised as a spectacle? In fact, the requirements do not need to be too high.

For example, the Leiyun Mountain in Leiyun County was often struck by lightning in the past, which can be said to be a spectacle.

Generally speaking, anything that cannot be seen in ordinary places but only exists in a specific place can be called a wonder.

According to Ryan's idea, it would be fine to build an ordinary wonder.

But Marquis Beifeng wanted something different. He was determined to shock the world, so he spent a huge amount of money to transport a batch of sunflowers from the south and planted them in all directions of the wonder area.

Moreover...under the magic secret pattern, the sunflowers are always blooming, gradually becoming a golden landscape.

"The light shines upon us."

There are many mines in the North Wind Province, which means that there are no such rich vegetation conditions. So although the wonder has not been built yet, the current scene has shocked many nobles. As the entourage brought by those nobles went back to show off, this wonder also made people in the entire North Wind Province yearn for and be curious about it.

Sincere faith must come from the heart, and ultimately the power of this faith will converge on the sun hanging high above the world.

The dawn and the sun are essentially the same person. If not, the world in the south would have been in chaos long ago, and the Holy See would have started a war throughout the world.

Therefore, when the golden flame responded in the sun, it became...the authority of the Holy See fell.

Yes, golden flames fell from the sky. On this day, when the cold wind from the north blew across the Province of Northern Wind, the Marquis of Northern Wind arrogantly directed the believers of light to build wonders.

In broad daylight, under the gaze of countless people, a ray of golden flame fell from the sun and entered the body of Marquis Beifeng.

On this day, the North Wind Province became much warmer, except for Ryan who was far away in the Frozen Territory who did not feel it.

And this is the real miracle. A tiny flame can warm the vast land of the entire province for a whole day.

"God's grace!"

Countless people knelt on the ground, looking at Marquis Beifeng with fiery eyes. Even the nobles who came to watch the construction of the wonder were shocked and performed the etiquette of the nobles in awe of the supreme light.

Marquis Beifeng was trembling. He was also surprised. He admitted that he originally built the wonder for proof and expression. Light was just an excuse. Wonders were never for gods to see, but for people to see.

But now! He overturned all his ideas and said, "Get out of here, all the mess."

Wonder is the will of the God of Light!

No one had a firmer faith than him, and he received divine grace. This time it was no longer an act of the royal family as outsiders speculated, but real divine grace that came from the great light above his head.

boom!
Golden flames burned in the sky, and Marquis Beifeng looked coldly at the civilians working below.

"All heretics who blaspheme the light will be burned to death by the great divine flame and fall into the deepest part of hell!"

His voice was not loud, but it echoed here and did not disappear. The civilians below did not feel much fear, but were more awed, looking at the Marquis of the North Wind with passion.

This is the deterrence brought by the gods, and it is also the pressure that the former Dawn Church once exerted on all kingdoms and empires on the continent.

Legends can make history bumpy, but gods look down on it forever.

The construction of the wonder went more smoothly, and the Marquis of the North Wind began to look different in the eyes of the nobles.

“It actually brought about a miracle?”

In the frozen land, Ryan got up and was a little shocked. He heard what happened in the distance. This was a true miracle that could not be falsified.

"Is it really the God of Light?"

He looked up at the sun in the sky, and for the first time he felt a little awe for this existence that brought light to the world.

"No, that's not right. If that's the case, the person that the Dawn Church believes in is also this person, just with a different name. All faiths converge on him, but I haven't heard of any miracles from the Dawn Church recently."

"Is the faith of the entire Church not as strong as that of Marquis Beifeng?"

The professional was defeated by the amateur. Ryan would never believe that Marquis Beifeng really had any devout beliefs.

The Empire was promoting it, so the Holy See received the news unusually quickly.

On the Holy Mountain, the honorable Pope and bishops were furious for three days and three nights, smashing countless precious objects.

"Why did that hypocrite receive God's grace?!!!"

The Pope was roaring and questioning everyone in the Holy Mountain, and the entire Holy Mountain was in chaos again.

They didn't care whether the empire's bright pioneers received divine grace. What they cared about was that the other side got what the Holy See didn't get.

The Holy See has never received any blessing from God for such a small matter!

Even if the Pope did not contact the cathedrals around the world, he could imagine how terrible the impact would be once this matter spread, and how serious the consequences would be for the Dawn Church.

The Empire had set a very bad precedent, causing the kingdoms, duchies, and earls in the south to get restless. If the Holy See had not been powerful enough, the Empire would definitely not be the only territory to drive out the Holy See.

The great nobles who owned territories were already on the verge of collapse. By the time the news of the North Wind Province spread, I'm afraid some of them had already made up their minds in secret.

It was just a tiny flame, which might not be effective against the Sky Knights, but it could burn the majesty of the Holy See for many years. Many people would die, including many monks and nuns of the Holy See, and many missionaries and priests.

The flames were not burning the heretics, but their Dawn Church!

"I want to hold a sacrifice! Let God's grace fall, let the Son of God go to the battlefield, I want to see victory in the war!"

The Pope was roaring, and his terrifying pressure was even more intense than that of the dragon. This was true. At the foot of the holy mountain, the dragon was crawling in fear, and the sharp sound of chains colliding could be heard.

"The glory of the morning light will not abandon its devout believers!"

On the holy mountain, in a church.

Archbishop Adriana was wearing a gorgeous archbishop's robe to cover the bumps on her body. She devoutly recited the glory of the Lord and listened to the angry roar coming from the top of the holy mountain.

"This is not a gift from the Lord to Marquis Beifeng, but a punishment for us."

"The Church has stood at the top of the world for too long, and too many people have become corrupt. We have neglected the Lord's trust, and we have forgotten why the Lord has supreme glory."

"The flame is his punishment to the Church, and it is also a guide for us devout believers." "He guides us to go to the most appropriate place, and he guides us to use the most useful method."

"To... fight against the winter in the North."

"What the flame burns is coldness, silence, darkness, and our enemy."

She whispered softly, and the holy light surrounding her became more and more intense. Finally, the church was pierced by a beam of light. The beam of light that descended from the sky landed on the golden flames, and the flames turned into thousands of butterflies floating around Adriana.

She finally walked out of the church. Behind her, the majestic and magnificent church was shattered. Only the sculpture of the Lord of Dawn stood under the sun's glow, emitting a different kind of light.

The first rays of dawn the next day.

The Pope and archbishops on the Holy Mountain held a sacrifice. They acknowledged the grace of the North Wind Province, and then devoutly recognized their own mistakes. They told the world that the flame was not a gift from the gods, but a punishment from the Lord of Dawn to the Church.

"They are pious, and we are humble. We faithfully carry out the will of the Lord and spread the glory of the Lord to every corner of the world."

In short, the Holy See told the Lord of Dawn that they knew they were wrong, and then...reduced by half the influence of the grace of light promoted by the Empire.

“When will the Lord forgive us?”

Around the Holy Mountain, countless believers were eagerly waiting to receive the flour distributed by the Pope himself.

"quickly."

The Pope looked at the Empire, towards the direction of the North, and answered kindly, smilingly, and lovingly.

“Everyone will know that the Lord has forgiven us.”

The divine grace in the North Wind Province was like a tiny ripple, but with the help of the empire, the ripples spread farther and farther, and became more and more like a raging sea.

Kingdom of Andara.

“The faith of the Holy See is not monopolized?”

"The Lord of Dawn, the God of Light, is he punishing or diverting his attention?"

In the royal family of Andara, the old king was not stupid. He thought about all the possibilities shrewdly.

"But if it is a punishment, why would they use this method to bestow divine grace on members of the imperial family?"

"Andara Kingdom, how should we choose?"

"No, McReynolds is the biggest threat to the kingdom right now. Ai, are you loyal to the royal family or to your inner desires?"

He asked, and then when he was thinking about cutting some of the resources of the Holy See, the voice of the attendant was heard outside.

"Your Majesty, Reverend Soto greets you."

"It came so quickly."

The old king sneered, and then said:

"Let him in!"

The attendant did not leave, but continued:

"Your Majesty, Queen Leta will arrive in the royal city in half an hour."

"A woman from the Leta family?"

The old king inquired, his memory a little bit bad.

"Yes, she will be the successor to the position of queen among the concubines you selected."

"very good!"

The old king laughed, but his voice was a little hoarse.

"It seems that Leta has made his choice and really sent his sister over here to order him to send the Witch and Ghost Corps to the west and station in the Twin Cities."

The eunuch took the order, but couldn't help but confirm it, but his questions were very clever, based on the king's interests.

"Your Majesty, the Witch and Ghost Corps is passing through. Both of your manors will be affected, and those two manors will lose 600,000 gold coins."

The old king felt a little pain, but still said affirmatively:
"That's it."

Outside, footsteps were heard and priests from the Vatican were approaching.

The attendant left, feeling helpless. He was talking about 600,000 gold coins, but it would be better to say that it was tens of thousands of slaves.

Grand Duke Leta has never been well-received in the kingdom, because he was a royal family from another world that was conquered by Grand Duke McReynolds and the kingdom's army eighty years ago. He eventually swore to abandon the glory and past of the royal family and became the Grand Duke of the Andara Kingdom. The witch and ghost army in his hands is like a devil.

It is said that it is the product of the last struggle of the gods of that world in the pan-dimensional war, and it is bloodthirsty and evil.

As the officer was walking, he suddenly saw someone waiting for him in front of him. He wanted to change the route, but was stopped first.

"Your Highness Hernan."

The attendant saluted reluctantly.

"Well, my future palace officer, does my father have any instructions?"

"His Majesty asked me to arrange the etiquette for the Queen's entry into the city."

"Well, let's do it."

After the attendant left, the young man with a gloomy look clenched his fists.

"Why do you want to promote a queen at this time? Do you still have that function?"

The young man was a little irritable.

"No, if the Leta family gets involved in the fight for the throne, I will be in a passive position."

"I need to get the support of the Leta family in advance. If I can't..."

The old king of Andara was also very ambitious when he was young. He was determined to build the Kingdom of Andara into the most powerful kingdom outside the empire. He devoted himself to his career and was very wise.

But this also led to the fact that most of his children were born in old age. They all respected their father's majesty but were not so pious and fearful of his identity as a king.

The old king felt relieved at first, as if he had seen the next himself, but as time went on, he realized that everyone's abilities were too poor.

The kingdom that was strong in his hands will weaken in the hands of his next generation, and the majesty of the royal family will not be able to adapt to more and greater power because of his departure.

Only at this time did he begin to regret that he and Grand Duke McReynolds had chosen two completely different paths.

Even at the end of his life, he was still unwilling to give up.

Also unwilling to accept this was the other person who once regarded each other as a close friend.

Grand Duke McReynolds.

"You know what? We are very similar."

“Whether it’s personality, ambition, or the way we handle things, we once put our political visions on paper and compared them with each other, and the results were very similar.”

"At that time, we all doubted whether the other party was our brother."

"So we really became brothers. We made the kingdom stronger, fought against the foreigners in the north, resisted the empire and the church, and suppressed the nobles in the south."

"So I know that he will not be satisfied unless he suppresses the McReynolds family and destroys the Griffin Legion."

Next to Grand Duke McReynolds, his eldest son Otto was squatting lazily on a stone, seemingly not listening to his father at all.

Grand Duke McReynolds was a little angry. He was sure that this kid didn't listen at all.

Unlike the second son who does not give him any worries at all, the eldest son deserves a beating.

"No, you can't learn from your brother!"

Otto finally responded.

"Father, my brother listens to you too much, so he is neither high nor low. No matter how powerful his space magic is, it doesn't matter if he is not suitable for it. If he learns wind magic from you, he will be a great wizard now, not to mention the Holy Land."

"Not long ago, he asked me for a griffin to give away. Hey, if it was a great wizard, Baron Ryan would definitely not dare to bully him."

"What do you know!"

McReynolds waved his hand, and the strong wind swept Otto into the mud.

"I don't understand, so I think, father, if you are afraid that the old king will destroy our griffin army, then it is better to act in advance."

"We will kill him and become the king of Andara."

Otto chuckled, seemingly daydreaming.

(End of this chapter)