Throne of the North.

Chapter 503: The Bard's Story

Fanatical roars came to my ears, and these magical beasts that once lived in the ocean were now constantly making noises.

Egil didn't understand, but what happened next shocked him greatly.

All the monsters were emitting a snow-white light, which followed the trajectory towards the angel floating in the sky. When the light disappeared completely, the monsters also met their death.

The monsters fell one after another, until the last walrus, whose tusks were as huge as a mountain, turned into powder and its body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"She's healing."

Sven said to Egil, there were more words in his eyes, but he didn't say it.

Egil understood that the angel's way of healing was to absorb the vitality of these monsters.

The reason Sven didn't say much was because the angel above his head slowly descended, and he hurried up.

"Master Apostle, you have recovered."

Sven's voice was calm, without any emotional ups and downs, and he seemed to be an extremely professional Vatican missionary.

No one could doubt that he was a believer in the Dawn.

Now it seems that the angels will be no exception.

She had no complaints about Sven's approach and answered his questions.

"Their faith can only keep me from falling asleep."

"I still need more power of faith. Where is the holy light of my Lord shining?"

The angel showed her dissatisfaction. She could sense that there was no faith in the great Lord in this world. All things survived by receiving the glory of the Lord, but they did not recite the glorious sounds to the eternal sun in the sky.

However, considering the appearance of the two great beings before, the angel said that it was understandable, but the light of the Lord would definitely cover every world, even those gods of the old days.

"There is no glory of the Lord here. Dragons once ruled this world. Not long ago, a human noble expelled the dragon monarch. With his help, I had the opportunity to come here and spread the glory of the Lord."

“Your responsibility is enormous.”

The angel looked at Sven, nodded at him, and the next moment his finger fell on Sven's eyebrows.

Sven felt that he had mastered several new magical skills.

The method by which he called out to Egil in his heart before also came from this angel.

The angel didn't even look at Egil standing next to her. Mortals were not qualified to communicate with her, and angels would not talk to ants on the roadside.

Egil showed curiosity, for he remembered that when the angel descended from the sky, it had many wings on its body. How come they were all gone now? It looked like a human female.

Why do we say she is like instead of is? Because she is glowing.

A faint snow-white glow emanated from this woman's body, showing that she was definitely not a human.

"The noble lord of the territory whom I serve has a path to the land of my Lord's faith. He is a human being who has been blessed by my Lord himself."

Sven spoke up, and the angel expressed surprise, as if such a God-given power was extremely rare even in her understanding.

then……

Although nothing had been recovered, the angel still had great power and flew towards the human land with the two people including the warhorse.

Ryan, who had just arrived in Nidhogg to handle the affairs of this world, was also very surprised to hear about the arrival of the angel.

"Found it so quickly?"

Behind him, the army acted quickly, escorting Ryan to Blue Butterfly City.

Sven was very smart and chose the Blue Butterfly City.

"Lord Samir, do you think there are still alien gods in this city?"

Sven said to the angels, it was the first time he knew that these angels also had names.

Samir sensed it, then shook his head.

"I didn't find it."

She couldn't be sure, because being too close to the great being brought her understanding of the gods, and she knew very well that if there really were gods hiding, it would be difficult for her to find them.

Boom! ! !
Outside the city, iron hooves rumbled as neither side entered the Blue Butterfly City. For the angels, this city was too dirty.

When approaching the angel, Ryan discovered that the divinity in his body called [Eternity] was glowing.

However, due to the existence of the spiritual panel, the eternity of this Taisu unit could not make any waves.

"God-given..."

Samir looked at Ryan, and the next moment she appeared in front of Ryan. Ryan found that she was a little tall.

They were high and big. After Ryan got off his horse and looked up slightly, he saw two huge mountains.

The peak, wrapped in some kind of silver-white metal, makes the angel's majesty even more natural.

"Your Mightiness."

Ryan nodded slightly.

"Your gift from God does not belong to you."

Samir said bluntly that as a servant of the sun, the world in her eyes was much clearer.

“You are right, this divine gift came from a friend who recognized my faith and devotion to the great Lord.”

Ryan did not mention the Lord of Dawn or the God of Light.

"Our Lord will not allow believers to divert His gifts."

That is a gift from a great being. How can a mortal be qualified to give it away?

Samir said this, staring at Ryan, trying to figure out the reason.

"Perhaps it is because of the piety of faith that the great Lord is willing to let go of the past?"

Ryan said this, it can't be said that Adriana is the God of Light and the Lord of Dawn herself.

"You can meet her in person."

Samir agreed, and Ryan did not hesitate to use the Dragon Emperor's Crown to open the dimensional channel.

They appeared in the north of the Frozen Territory, in the snowfield outside the mountains, where there were many humans at this moment.

Those are the alchemists of the Frozen Territory, exploring the geological structure of this land.

Ryan has obtained most of the fortress blueprints from Earl Clayton. Even the extraordinary people need time to digest the knowledge above.

Ryan ignored them. Under Ryan's guidance, Angel Samir took him directly into the North and headed northeast. Soon they appeared in the village in the snowy north.

The churches here are still brightly lit with candles. In this northern world, devout believers do not let the churches lose their light at night.

Archbishop Adriana turned around and just saw the fallen angel, Ryan, and Sven.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, this is..."

Ryan said halfway and looked at Sven next to him.

Just as the latter was about to speak, Adriana spoke first:
"A servant of the Lord, successor to Archangel Samir."

She revealed Samir's identity, but her expression remained calm.

Her status is above Samir.

Sure enough, this terrifying archangel who was able to fight against gods actually performed knightly etiquette on Adriana.

Perhaps such etiquette originally came from these angels, and humans imitated them to form civilization.

"Your Excellency the Apostle."

Sven called Samir an apostle, and Samir also called Archbishop Adriana an apostle. Ryan didn't know how these believers of the gods ranked seniority. "I gave Baron Ryan the gift of God, and my Lord didn't care."

Adriana said this, and the next moment Ryan felt that the power that had been locking onto him disappeared.

"You are welcome in the world, Samir. This place needs the flame of my Lord to illuminate it."

Adriana said again, the latter nodded, and then expressed his wishes.

Is it the will, not the intention, that is enough to prove that in this system, Adriana, who received the oracle, still has the initiative?

Ryan was not sure. He was curious whether the Pope of the Holy Mountain could order Samir around.

Ryan and Sven headed towards the Kingdom of Andara. They were going to walk back by themselves.

Archangel Samir stayed in this village with only a small population of believers, and it seems that she will stay here.

But she would not stay here forever, because she needed the power of faith to heal her wounds, and the faith that Adriana's village could provide was not enough for her to breathe.

"Where do you think she will go?"

Ryan is a sky knight, so walking in the snow and ice is no big deal for him, but Sven's body is not that strong, and his hands and feet are numb from the cold.

Holy Mountain or Empire?

The Holy Mountain is the Church of the Dawn, and the Empire also has the Cathedral of Light. Both sides claim to be the most pious people of the sun above their heads, and both have powers given by the gods.

Sven understood what Ryan meant. If this angel appeared in the Holy Mountain, it would definitely be detrimental to the current war between the Empire and the Church.

But he can't control those political matters.

"She just left the two of us here and didn't care about us. Aren't you angry?"

Sven complained that Samir brought them here and it would be a simple flight, but it would be difficult for them to walk back by themselves.

"That's nothing. If you saw the scene where she injured Surtur and pierced the dragon, you wouldn't be angry."

Ryan said with a smile, he had not forgotten that they had taken great pains to tear open the veil of the two great beings. The Archangel Samir descended from the gap and forced the two great beings to leave Nidhoggr with one sword.

Although he was acting in a way that took advantage of the power of another, Samir was even more powerful... Ryan guessed that he might even be stronger than the two demigods he had seen.

The Warthog carrying the mountain, and Isabella the Chosen.

"You certainly don't think so."

Sven whispered, and then Ryan's slap came down and pressed on his shoulder.

The burning force made Sven's whole body no longer so stiff.

"I have given you so many blessings, why are you still so weak?"

Ryan said speechlessly that Sven's body was too weak.

"The environment in the north is not suitable for me. I lived in the Crucible City back then."

Sven complained, but he felt more relaxed once his body warmed up.

Ryan withdrew his hand, but he was not angry about what Sven said.

There is no need to have the strength. Since taking the complete legendary dragon heart, Ryan found that the temptation of the dragon's greed that he endured every day was enough to make him ignore some trivial matters.

"The war situation in the empire is not optimistic. The reconstruction of the West Sea Fleet has also encountered obstacles. You should know that the Emperor Elect, His Highness Volvo, encountered trouble when he was rebuilding the West Sea Fleet."

"The sirens of the West Sea are originally full of hostility and malice towards humans. Under the instigation of the Holy See, the fleet reconstruction is inefficient."

"This is the first test from His Majesty the Emperor to the Emperor Selector. He is eager to prove himself."

"During this time, he was busy waging war against the Kraken."

"They even sent someone to find me and asked me, the commander, to lead the war over there. Luckily, my noble allies in the south passed on the news in advance."

"That's why I went to Nidhogg, and ended up meeting you guys."

"I originally wanted to stay out of the spotlight, but now the archangel has taken me away, and no one can say anything."

Ryan chuckled. He had been thinking that avoiding like this might cause dissatisfaction among the emperor elects, which might require a large amount of wealth to eliminate later. But now things have changed.

Master Ryan is not only faultless but also has made great contributions.

If the Empire could know the news of the appearance of the archangel one day earlier than the Holy See, it would be a huge advantage.

Archbishop Adriana is currently at odds with the Dawn Church and will definitely not reveal any information.

Ryan can even compress time to maximize his own interests.

At the very least, we must avoid the call of the Emperor Choosinger this time.

The war in the south is a race against time. If the Elector of Ryan cannot be found, he will naturally choose someone else to command the war at sea as soon as possible.

"correct."

Ryan said suddenly, and Sven beside him was confused.

"As for the Kingdom of Sera, Adriana is unlikely to return. The nobles of the southern lands, that is, those on the Road of Dawn, said that the Holy See may have sent a new archbishop to the Kingdom of Sera."

This news was not told to Ryan by King Serra, but by Brendan Ignazio, who had recently had more trade with Ryan. He was once the Grand Duke of McReynolds and is now a member of the Serra royal family. Their backgrounds are too different and they have no way of being alert to the various things happening in the southern lands.

"The Holy See knows that Adriana is not in the Kingdom of Sera, so they want to send someone to take over the kingdom's faith foundation, which may also be related to the war."

"This is a huge piece of cake, and the Vatican is unwilling to give it up."

"If Adriana comes back, then no one can do anything. But since she has gone to the North, the power of the Sera Kingdom can be controlled by many people."

Even if the believers of Dawn become fanatical believers, they will not be transformed from peasants into awakened masters of the people. Their thoughts and cognitive behaviors are still those of the ruled.

After listening to this, Sven thought about the power he had gained and roughly understood what Ryan was thinking.

But Ryan's next words still shocked him.

"I'll kill the archbishop on the way."

Sven's eyes widened. Killing an archbishop of the Dawn Church?

"Why are you so surprised? I've killed a bishop before. The death of an archbishop isn't a big deal, right?"

Ryan said casually, then continued.

"I will kill him, and the believers of the Sera Kingdom will not know about it. But the Church is right in considering this. A group of dragons cannot be without a leader."

"The Kingdom of Sera has hundreds of thousands of followers of the Dawn. Whether it's war or production, it has enormous power and wealth."

"I hope you can gain the right to speak there and guide those lost believers of the Dawn."

Sven swallowed and pointed at himself.

"Can I do it?"

"Can't you?"

Ryan patted Sven on the shoulder and started to give him chicken soup.

"The stories that the bards tell always have a protagonist. In the past, you always praised others. Why don't you try to make yourself the protagonist in every story from now on?"

“Be your own bard and write your story as a biography.”

"Think about it, isn't the story of you participating in overthrowing the dragon monarch a little too monotonous in your story?"

"If there were more stories to combine, you alone would be a book that the bards could never finish telling over a jug of wine."

Sven's eyes lit up.

When the light in the bard's eyes calmed down, Ryan and the others also entered the Kingdom of Andara.

(End of this chapter)