Throne of the North.

Chapter 831 Spreading the Dawn in the Name of Faith (Part 5)

The Oren Cathedral was incredibly wealthy.

But this meant nothing to the sage priest, who ordered the boxes packed and then sent someone to the Duke of Oren's residence to rent a carriage.

Next, they continued to purify the abyssal power for the believers in the city. The arrival of the judgmental radiance had made everyone feel the arrival of the Lord of Dawn and the God of Light. The people of Oren City were no longer afraid and came out one after another, but their faces were not very good.

They hadn't eaten their fill in a long time, and hunger had plagued them for many days. The Duke of Oren's relief efforts were also inadequate.

“I need the grain stored by the Oren family.”

Sven approached Stie and made this request. Given the current situation, Grand Duke Oren did not have the courage to refuse, so he could only nod and ask Sven for his opinion.

“Priest Sven, do you know why the city of Oren was swallowed up by the divine kingdom of the abyss?”

Sven shook his head.

“I don’t know. I would like to ask you, Your Excellency, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t know either. Commander Bogeld must know. We followed her trail to Oren City, and the fact that the Abyss Kingdom had not yet fully entered the Norris Continent means that it was Commander Bogeld who blocked her from the world and forced her into the void.”

"Once Commander Brand brings Commander Bogeld back, we should know what's going on."

Grand Duke Oren in front of him became nervous, which puzzled Sven.

"Does Your Excellency have anything to say?"

"No, I don't have one. Father Sven, I'll send the carriage you need right away."

"Thank you so much!"

Grand Duke Oren was extremely tired, but it was not time for him to go to sleep yet, so he sought out Galic again.

“Mr. Galic, His Excellency Grand Duke of Gelan of the Kingdom of Coran has also maintained correspondence with the Oren family for many years. I even had an ancestor who married into the Gelan family.”

"I think our relationship is even closer now."

“Of course, Your Excellency.”

Galic naturally wouldn't mind, as it represented the Grand Duke of Gellén in forging a closer relationship with a Grand Duke.

"Here's the thing, I'd like to correspond with Baron Ryan. I wonder if you have any way to do that? And it would be best if it could be done as soon as possible."

"To communicate with Baron Ryan?"

Galic didn't see anything wrong with it. From his perspective, all the arriving armies, including the Dawn Cult members, were guided by the will of Rhinoceros Horn Mountain.

Grand Duke Oren is naturally qualified to speak directly with the supreme leader.

"This is the void. Even outside, it's far from Rhinoceros Horn Mountain. But you can talk to Priest Sven if you have something to say. Baron Ryan has sent a superhuman team to protect Priest Sven. The Griffin Riders are very fast and can deliver your message in a day or two. After all, the road is repaired now, so it's much more convenient."

?

Grand Duke Oren looked at Galic, wondering what he meant. He didn't want the clergy to know, so he wanted to speak with Baron Ryan and use his authority to prevent the Armored Bear Legion from telling the Sven priest the reason for the matter.

Moreover, they did not want the entire continent of Norris to know the specific truth about this place.

"A refined priest?"

"I only wish to communicate with Baron Ryan; there are some matters..."

Stie believed that he had made his point very clear, and as a standard nobleman, Galic should not be unable to understand.

Galick did understand, but he was even more confused.

"Your Excellency, Grand Duke Oren, you may not know this, but Priest Sven comes from the Frozen Territory. Baron Ryan helped him understand the meaning of Dawn, so he became a Dawn Priest. Within the Dawn Cult, Priest Sven calls Baron Ryan his Godfather."

"The earliest teachings of Dawn may have come from that baron who received divine grace."

"That kind of relationship?"

Grand Duke Oren was shocked, then frowned and left.

He couldn't make a decision in a short time, but news from afar forced him to contact Ryan as soon as possible.

Standing on the city wall of Oren, most of the soldiers lived here, otherwise they wouldn't have had time to climb the wall when the demon army arrived.

Because of their high vantage point, they could see the distant, dark sky, and the sudden, bright radiance that pierced the darkness from the highest point of the void like a sharp blade, illuminating the dim earth.

It is neither dazzling nor radiant, but like a ray of sunlight in the morning mist. It has neither sacred grandeur nor majestic solemnity. It is like a gentle goddess, softly caressing this decaying, empty land. Then, the earth bursts with vitality, and saplings grow from the dark soil, eventually towering into the sky, bathed in radiance, dispelling the gaze of the gods.

"Shoot the arrow!!!"

The soldiers on the walls of Oren could only faintly hear such sounds. Then, in the hazy glow, the rain curtain rose from below, covering the purplish-black clouds in the sky.

That was a great being, a projection of a god, a gaze from the abyss of the divine realm.

Everyone knows about this.

So, who is offering human courage to a great being?

There were no other troops outside the city of Oren. When Grand Duke Stie Oren arrived at the city wall and saw the rain of arrows shooting into the sky, he felt a chill run through him and lost all courage. He hurriedly rushed to the Oren Cathedral.

“Priest Styddy, I’ve heard that you have griffin knights who can help deliver letters to the territory of that northern baron?”

A group of five griffin riders followed Grand Duke Oren away. The tall and majestic griffins were quite enviable, but Stie didn't have time to think about such things.

He hastily wrote a secret letter, instructing the Griffin Knight.

“This concerns the dignity and honor of the nobility. I hope you can reach Baron Ryan’s territory as quickly and safely as possible so that the Baron can open it himself.”

Grand Duke Oren was very serious, and the griffin knight was naturally cautious in the face of such instructions. As the griffin spread its wings and flew away, Grand Duke Oren returned to the city wall and looked at the battlefield under the distant radiance.

What kind of army possesses the courage and strength to raise its weapons against a great being?

……

"What kind of power would be needed to kill Him?"

Brand raised his head. His weapon was already broken. He had taken out the Gram scabbard, a gift from Ryan. However, this divine artifact had not been nurtured with much divine essence.

He thought of the sun that had killed the god not long ago in the wizarding array. It was the last remaining divine essence of the entire world and a creation of thousands of wizards, which had destroyed a great being in another world.

But that power does not belong to mortals.

How can a mortal kill a god?
Brand didn't know, but he was already considering the possibility, because if there was no other way, both the Bucks and the Bears could be trapped and wiped out here.

Looking around, an endless army of demons had already engulfed the surroundings. They came from the abyss, and the evil god of the abyss had finally begun to connect the passage, drawing in the abyss's aura, even those that did not belong to Him.

"Use your spiritual essence to unleash even greater power from this divine artifact?"

Brand stood in the clear, radiant light, a light that was born from his legendary power resonating with the entire Bucks team, and from the power of the ocean of spiritual origin.

The spiritual realm originated from Lord Ryan's legendary blessing and was directly transmitted to this dark divine kingdom, giving them a place to breathe. At least in the areas illuminated by the radiance, it belonged to humankind. The soldiers did not have to worry about the earth suddenly cracking open, or whether terrifying monsters or giant beasts were emerging from beneath the ground.

As for the area outside the Radiance? It was already littered with corpses. The Bucks' fighting power surpassed that of the Armored Bears, and their killing efficiency on the battlefield was also much higher.

Brand only has one chance. The Gram scabbard is unfamiliar to the evil god, so He cannot analyze the power contained within it. But if He wants to activate it a second time, the evil god must have a way to circumvent or resist it.

After making the decision, Brand faced a second problem: who was the target?
The purplish-black clouds in the sky are the projection of the gods, whose faces can even be vaguely seen. The Bucks had briefly forced them back, preventing the clouds from pressing down further, and now they are less than a hundred meters from the ground.

On the battlefield, there was another target: the demonized Grand Duke Oren, an apostle of the Abyss God who had bestowed upon him extremely powerful authority and terrifying divine strength. Even Brand alone could not defeat him.

That crazy woman, Bogeld, is currently burning her spiritual essence in fury. So she doesn't care about using power that isn't her own, huh? But along with the burning power comes her life force. What a fearless person.

Bogeld was indeed furious. Silver-white lightning flashed in her pupils, radiating extreme energy. Her own power was still too weak. In terms of rank, she was no match for the power wielded by Grand Duke Oren. This was an unequal battle. Only by maintaining her spiritual essence and using the blood mist of war to enhance her attacks could she continue to attack.

However, she was always at a disadvantage. During Brand's brief absence, Bogeld was covered in blood, this time not from anyone else. Every strike from Grand Duke Oren would break the bones in her body.

"You'd better die!!!"

With a wild roar, the berserk war bear surrounded by lightning howled, and with the power of the armored bear, she was still forced to retreat. This was not the result that Bogurd wanted at all. She frantically and instinctively searched for any power that could fight back, until suddenly, she charged towards Brand.

"give it to me!"

Bogeld roared in a low voice, blood flowing from his mouth, and reached for the scabbard of Gram. Brand wanted to stop him but stopped at the next moment, watching Bogeld take the scabbard away.

He possessed many heroic and admirable qualities, including a fighting spirit in war, but there was only one thing he lacked compared to this fanatical believer in war.

That's the instinct to fight.

The wild Frost Lord's people possess the purest fighting instincts, allowing them to fight on the battlefield without following rules or formations, simply by following their own hearts.

By following her instincts and seeking opportunities to win, perhaps she could have made a better choice.

Bogeld landed in front of Volibear on the ground, sword sheath in hand. Volibear, the armored bear, was covered in blood and his armor was shattered. His presence helped Bogeld withstand most of the attacks from Grand Duke Oren; otherwise, Bogeld's human body could not withstand the power of a demon.

Without a word, Bogeld grabbed the panting Volibear's claws.

"Don't be afraid of the pain!"

After saying that, he directly raised the scabbard and stabbed it at the claw.

"The Gram scabbard was originally forged from a claw of the Frost Lord."

"This is His last gift to the world of Bilge."

The surging lightning transformed into divine essence, flowing into Volibear's body. The heavily wounded and dying armored bear instantly became vigorous and energetic. Above, above the shattered armored bear army, a gale swept up the lightning, and the storm transformed into a shimmering giant bear, which stood upright and was bathed in spiritual radiance.

The enormous bear head lowered its head and saw the towering tree that had grown tall because of its spiritual blossoming, then roared out a howl.

It was a deafening roar, the sound of a giant bear amidst thunder. Everyone could hear the exhilaration and joy in it. It seemed to be laughing heartily, but its laughter, in the form of thunder, meandered and climbed throughout the entire Void God Kingdom.

In an instant, whether in Oren City, on the battlefield of the Extraordinary Legion, or in the present world beyond the void, the group of mages looked up in shock and horror, and saw dense, silvery-white lightning cracks covering the sky like a spider web.

The great being of the world of Bilge, the Frost Lord, roared as he grabbed the towering tree growing in the radiance of the earth. With a swipe of his claws, the tree was reduced to a bare wooden stick. It was no longer ordinary; instead, it was like a sharp blade. In the Frost Lord's hand, he stabbed it into the purplish-black clouds high in the sky.

The lightning blade tore through the evil god's domain, even cleaving through the void with a single strike, its brilliance in the mortal realm more dazzling than the sun, blinding the group of mages.

After doing all this, the Frost Lord stopped roaring. He was visibly weakened and no longer stood upright. Instead, he lay prostrate on the ground, as weak as an old dog. But he clearly did not want his end to be such a decrepit and dying state.

He looked at Bogeld... the armored bear beside him, roared, and dropped a drop of pure white blood onto Volibear's brow. Then, the huge, illusory, crawling body dissipated like a dandelion. His remaining power was devoured and absorbed by Bogeld, but it was quickly expelled again.

"She is my subject."

Ryan's voice appeared silently on the battlefield, but apart from the vanished Frost Lord, no one could hear it.

The radiant light of the spirit descended, engulfing all the remaining will of the Frost Lord, then assimilating and merging it into a part of the spiritual ocean. At the moment the transformation was complete, the legendary blessing unique to Bogurd, along with the will of Lion from the distant Rhinoceros Horn Mountain, fell toward Bogurd.

"So this is how my legendary gift, the [Spirit Realm], manifests?"

On Rhinoceros Horn Mountain, Ryan was enveloped in a bright glow. He could sense that Bogeld, like Brand, was becoming a medium for the expansion of his spiritual realm.

Just like a great nation, a small nation expands not by carving out territory in the world, but by representing the position of spiritual humanity.

Wherever my people are, that is my domain.

Ryan finally truly felt the power of his legendary gift, but although the words sounded grand and lofty, they were actually quite barren.

Because he only has two subjects at the moment.

(End of this chapter)