Throne of the North.

Chapter 531: The Faith of the Redemption Army, the Priest and the Earl
To the east of the kingdom, a small river less than three meters wide was the boundary between the kingdom and Gerald's noble territory. At this moment, two terrible armies were confronting each other at both ends of the river.

Loren Columbus looked at the Redemption Army on the opposite side with arrogance. He believed that the power of the Dragon Legion was enough to crush this mob on the opposite side.

He wanted to trample on the morning light and teach Gerald in the east a lesson, so that they would understand who was the bigger and smaller king between the empire and the church.

Some of these decadent and old-fashioned nobles can no longer distinguish between different times.

"War will lead to destruction!"

Loren roared loudly, and the wyvern under him roared cruelly.

"Submit to the Empire."

In the face of Lauren's aggressiveness, Pastor Yawen always had a pious expression and was still praying.

"Attack! Let these damn Dawn believers see the power of the empire!"

At a command, all the flying dragons in the sky rushed to the other side of the river. The air currents they created dried up the river. Countless river water flew in the air and were then shattered by the rich blood and energy of the flying dragons, turning into frost and mist that covered the ground.

"The glory of the Lord will destroy the darkness."

Pastor Yawen raised his head, and the sky above his head was shining. The holy light of the morning light cut through the sea of ​​clouds like a sharp blade, passed over his head at a forty-five-degree angle, and shone directly on the flying dragon army.

Roar--

The shrill roar frightened Loren. He turned around and saw a flying dragon's flesh and blood melting in the holy light of the morning light, revealing its hideous white bones. The struggling dragon threw the knight off, and the knight fell to the ground, dead.

The main body of the Dragon Legion is the wyverns, and the knights controlling them on their backs are not very powerful.

The blazing edge of the morning light made the flying dragons scream and wail. When the first flying dragon could not bear it anymore and its bones turned into liquid and fell down, the remaining flying dragons were also deeply frightened. They were restless, and the burning sensation from the surface of their bodies made them feel a sense of despair that could never be dispelled.

They struggled and were thrown into disarray in an instant.

When Loren saw this, he thought that even if the flying dragons charged without any pressure, they would face failure. After all, they were just greenhouse flying dragons bred by the empire with some extraordinary means, not the brutal monsters that were born and raised.

The sharp knight's sword cut across his palm, and the blood of the Columbus royal family dripped into the air, emitting a unique fragrance.

There is no other reason why Loren can become the commander of the Flying Dragon Legion except that he is of royal blood, and this is the key point.

The smell of the royal blood was picked up by the flying dragons' unique sense of smell. Their eyes turned cold at that instant, as if a completely new consciousness had replaced their souls. They became like machines and were no longer threatened by the holy light of the morning sun in the sky.

When Pastor Yawen saw this scene, he was shocked and angry.

"Stealing... no, blasphemous evil."

He could see that those flying dragons were no longer pure flying dragons. Their flesh and blood were the flesh and blood of flying dragons, but their souls had become some kind of terrifying power.

This was a blasphemy against a great being. Even if the one being blasphemed was not the Lord of Dawn, he was still a deity of the same status as the Lord of Dawn. This touched the deepest principles in Pastor Yawen's heart.

Whatever faults he may have committed, his faith was sincere.

“The glory of the Lord will be upon His people.”

Pastor Yawen was emitting snow-white light all over his body, and then he slowly turned his head. His look made tens of thousands of Cross Redemption Army soldiers behind him lower their heads in fear, even the two legends among them.

"The time has come for you to atone for your sins."

The moment he finished speaking, all the members of the Redemption Army howled in pain. Snow-white chains emerged from their hearts like long snakes and tightly wrapped around their shoulders, abdomens, thighs and calves.

The chains burned with holy fire, burning the skin of the Redemption Army, but more importantly, burning their souls, causing them unimaginable pain.

This is why the Holy See controls the Redemption Army and the latter dare not resist. Those who are not afraid of death would have died long ago, and those who are afraid of death will always become the running dogs of the Holy See.

"Pastor, Pastor, please don't!!!"

The legendary knight was also wailing. His soul was strong, so he was bearing an even more powerful holy fire.

"Atonement."

Pastor Yawen turned his head indifferently. There were screams behind him. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards the dragon army in the sky. He was a sky knight, holding a sword and wearing armor, and he killed the flying dragons desperately. Only in this way could he relieve the pain in the depths of his soul.

In the sky, flying dragons charged in unison, while on the other side, tens of thousands of humans with white flames burning all over their bodies attacked in various strange postures. Each of them was very powerful, and even the weakest ones on the ground could pose a huge threat to the flying dragon army in the sky.

With the human body against the huge flying dragon of more than ten meters, the war began with silent death.

Flying dragons do not have the perfect power like giant dragons. They do not know magic. They only have physical strength. Their enormous power is not inferior to that of a sky knight. However, when this power falls on a redemption soldier on the opposite side, it is as difficult to shake as if it hit a metal mountain.

The reverberating power made Feilong puzzled, but it was too late. The opponent's sword emitting the sharp light of morning light had already pierced Feilong's heart.

The flying dragon did not make the same scream as the other side, even though it was it that should be screaming in this situation instead of the Redemption Army with distorted expressions on the other side.

The will that controls their bodies is no longer their own soul.

The snow-white holy light spread from the dragon's heart. As the dragon's vitality faded, the holy light occupied the area of ​​death until the dragon's entire body was covered.

"Humble people, this is a sacrifice to our Lord, and the glory will be eternal."

The Redemption Army howled while trying to hold back the pain, and the flying dragon in front of him, bathed in holy light, gradually faded away and turned into floating white light spots all over the sky, flying towards the extremely high sky, towards the eternal sun.

A huge flying dragon became a sacrifice, and the pain of the Redemption Army was alleviated a little. His distorted expression showed a kind of comfortable intoxication, and the next moment his still painful soul made him tremble and kill another flying dragon.

On the ground, Pastor Yawen was praying. He was also a member of the Redemption Army, so he also had chains of dawn on his body, and far more than anyone else in the Redemption Army. They were so dense that they almost covered his entire body, leaving only a pair of calm and pious eyes exposed like armor.

He endured pain that was incomparable to anyone else, but he never uttered a word.

This is the belief of the Redemption Army, and this is also the reason why Pastor Yawen is feared by all the Redemption Army.

They all knew the incomparable pain that this feeling brought, which could not be described or depicted by physical pain, but Pastor Yawen acted so calmly. How could the Redemption Army not be afraid?

On the battlefield in the sky, Loren's palms were bleeding and his face was pale, not only because of the blood loss, but also because of the defeat in the war. The losses of the Flying Dragon Legion were even greater than those of the Redemption Army.

At this moment, Loren finally saw how brutal the war between the Southern Empire and the Church was. The Redemption Army on the Road of Dawn crushed all those who disobeyed. Their strength made the dignity of the nobles flow to the ground.

"Damn it, why hasn't Count Pascal come yet!"

Loren roared angrily. Before, he was worried that Count Pascal would come too quickly and snatch away his credit. Now, he just hated why the other party didn't come faster, otherwise he would not be able to bear the responsibility for the heavy damage to the Dragon Legion alone.

……

The gargoyle army was moving very fast. After rushing through the royal city, Count Pascal ordered the gargoyles to take off and fly towards the battlefield in the east.

The fluttering wings and stone-like life are the intoxicating appearance of this extraordinary world. The gargoyles are undoubtedly strong and powerful. When they arrived at the battlefield, they locked onto the leader of the Redemption Army without hesitation. Alvin Griffith.

At this moment, not only Count Pascal, but all the gargoyles showed anger and murderous intent. They actually had the same emotions as humans. They directly penetrated the battlefield of the Dragon Legion and the Redemption Army and killed the priest.

"Death is not your end. Your fate is to be eternally sealed deep within the empty gem."

Count Pascal looked at Pastor Yawen and took out a huge prismatic agate in his hand. It was bright red and watered by blood. Gorgeousness and nobility gathered on the surface, but inside was the most desperate and lonely cage.

Pascal will use it to seal the soul of Pastor Yawen, making him immortal, but forever enduring the loneliness and despair of not being able to feel the passage of time and space.

This is his punishment.

The arrival of the gargoyle surprised Pastor Yawen a little. The familiar past and memories flashed through his mind. That was the reason why he became an Atonement Army.

In every land of the Dawn Faith, there may not be priests, but there will definitely be pastors.

Alvin Griffith was the only priest in the silent ascetic training area in the Danube Province.

"Pascal Plateau..."

Pastor Yawen murmured that when it was not covered by the North, the Pascal Province was an absolute plateau area for the Norris Continent. He practiced with the Silent Ascetic there, and also fell into depravity there.

Thinking of this, Pastor Yawen's eyes revealed deep anger.

"It is you, because of you, that made me fall, that made me stray from the glorious kingdom of the Lord, and made me a sinner."

“It’s all because of you!!!”

Pastor Alvin was angry. At that moment, the sky was densely covered with thousands of holy light chains. They appeared to burn Pastor Alvin's soul, but in the snow-white flames, Pastor Alvin was as unmoved as a stone and looked at Count Pascal.

He is a legend, a very powerful legend.

"Pascal's bloodline?"

Pastor Yawen actually showed a moment of doubt, as if the person appearing in front of him should not be Pascal's bloodline.

But it doesn’t matter, he found the cause of his downfall. Only by eliminating this cause can he complete his self-atonement and return to the arms of the great Lord.

The world was illuminated at this moment. The snow-white holy light replaced the day. The sun in the sky no longer emitted golden sunlight, but snow-white morning light. The earth was no longer covered with colorful vitality, but only dead white, as cold as the north.

That is divine magic.

【Heaven】

The legends of the Church of Dawn want to get one step closer to the Lord, such as mastering this divine art.

[Divine Art·Heaven] is the most powerful divine art among the legendary clergy of the Holy See, bar none.

Many powerful legends believe that mastering this divine art has actually gone beyond the realm of legend, because it brings not only powerful combat capability, but also domain-like power.

Therefore, these people naturally believed that this magical skill was not actually a legend.

Heaven is where the gods reside. The moment this divine art appears, no one else has the right to speak in all the places covered by the snow-white holy light. Pastor Yawen is the only king in this heaven.

"Do you need help?"

A call came to Count Pascal's ears. It was the voice of Ivy Ivan. He was in the distance, looking at the battlefield here greedily, his heart beating excitedly. He urgently wanted to kill the priest, peel off his flesh and blood, and his soul, so that he could study him and see the different evolutions of life.

He came to this battlefield, of course, because of the war between the Empire and the Church, of which this place was a part.

He was a member of the Imperial Army.

"unnecessary."

Count Pascal murmured, and in the moment of their brief communication, the holy light in the sky had formed a human outline in front of Count Pascal. As the holy light outline shattered, Pastor Yawen walked out.

In just a breath, he crossed a distance of thousands of meters and appeared in front of the earl. He stretched out his eagle claw-like palm towards the gargoyle earl and easily tore apart all the magical defenses on the earl's body. The powerful magic was as fragile as paper in front of this claw.

When the sharp nails were less than an inch away from Count Pascal, they could no longer move forward.

The earl's pupils took on the color of agate. The next moment, Pastor Yawen in front of him seemed to be hit by a huge force at an extremely fast speed. His nose was broken, and he flew out with blood gushing out.

Pastor Alvin looked at Count Pascal in shock. He didn't understand what kind of power this was. It was still so powerful in his own kingdom.

"This shouldn't be the case. In the Lord's kingdom, even the origin of the alien gods cannot bloom."

Pastor Yawen reached out and reattached his nose. He was a pastor, and it was easy for him to repair broken bones.

In [Heaven], he should be the only one with the right to speak.

New divine magic erupted from Priest Yawen. He no longer approached Count Pascal, but frantically bombarded the Count with divine magic. The legendary divine magic was so powerful, but the invisible barrier on Count Pascal's body always blocked all the destructive energy.

The Earl approached Pastor Alvin little by little. His progress in this heaven was as difficult as a beast trapped in a swamp, but he had been preparing to kill Pastor Alvin for many years, and he had the means to deal with the power wielded by Pastor Alvin.

"My Lord Earl, what on earth are you doing?!"

The one who roared was Loren Columbus. The reason was simple. From the moment the [Divine Art·Kingdom of Heaven] descended, the Dragon Legion was completely at a disadvantage. Loren never thought that the powerful Dragon Legion would be defeated in front of the Crusaders and would be so fragile. Those damned Redemption Army were covered with holy light, burning their lives to make them burst out with 200 or even 300% of their combat effectiveness.

However, Count Pascal's gargoyle army, which was supposed to come to support, seemed not to see the battlefield. The only enemy in their eyes was Pastor Alvin.

Naturally, Loren was extremely shocked and angry when he saw that they didn't care about the life and death of the Flying Dragon Legion.

Count Pascal ignored Laurent's scolding. The royal bloodline was no longer the royal bloodline of more than a hundred years ago. Except for a small number of people, the status of the remaining royal bloodline was greatly reduced.

"Empty and eternal loneliness is your destiny."

Count Pascal wanted to seal Priest Alvin with the cage in his hand, but the latter would not surrender. He kept fighting against the gargoyles that were killing him from all around. At a certain moment, the priest suddenly reached out and grabbed the broken head of the gargoyle, and looked at the dead gargoyle with dim eyes.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers. How could a life formed by the Forbidden Magic Stone have blood?

Pastor Yawen even felt a throbbing in his heart.

"You are...my child?"

He stared at the gargoyle that died in his hands.

(End of this chapter)