Throne of the North.

Chapter 832 Spreading the Dawn in the Name of Faith (Part 6)

Lord Ryan, who finally understood the meaning and power contained in his legendary gift, was not too happy.

Because his spiritual balance had run out.

To support the war on the distant battlefield of the divine realm and to ensure that his soldiers would not be oppressed by the rules within the divine realm, Ryan made the greatest sacrifice.

Ultimately, he had no eternal heavenly authority, such as the Lord of Dawn or the God of Light, to support him; on the battlefield of the divine kingdom, he could only rely on himself for everything.

What does he have left? He only has spiritual reserves left. Bogeld burned so much of his essence that Ryan couldn't help but worry about what he would do in another day or two.

Fortunately, the war between the divine kingdoms has come to an end.

Ryan felt extremely insecure about his depleted spiritual balance. He still had an agreement with the werewolf royal court, and the remaining less than 100,000 spiritual points probably wouldn't last until next month.

This unease was somewhat alleviated when the griffin riders arrived at Rhinoceros Horn Mountain.

Ryan initially thought it was something wrong with the Griffin Legion of the Kingdom of Sera, but upon landing, he realized it was a stranger, Grand Duke Oren.

As Ryan flipped through the letters, his expression became quite interesting.

This Grand Duke of Oren is being a little too humble.

"Isn't it just an evil god from the abyss who shamelessly plundered the soul of the First Duke Oren and despicably occupied his body, trying to make humans servants of the abyss in the name of the Oren family's honor? But thanks to the First Duke Oren's devout faith, he managed to push the evil god's kingdom into the void, preventing him from truly descending upon the continent of Norris."

"Mortals cannot defy the gods, but this was clearly a great divine gift from the Lord of Dawn and the God of Light, which enabled Grand Duke Oren to succeed."

"What a big deal."

Ryan put down the letter, picked up a blank sheet of paper, and wrote only one condition on it.

"I need the teachings of Dawn to spread across this land called Dawn."

The letter from Grand Duke Oren was very humble, seeking Ryan's help. Ryan could also tell from the letter that the situation in that land was probably not optimistic, so Grand Duke Oren could not refuse him.

Once the two sides have mutual interests, especially since Ryan has leverage over the other side, they become the perfect allies.

"The war between great beings is a sacred war of faith, and the doctrines of the dawn need to be promoted and developed."

The oracle of Dawn City gave Ryan a unique and justifiable reason.

"Judging by the time, the Griffin Legion should have arrived by now, right?"

……

Oren City.

Grand Duke Oren and Legion Commander Galic, their expressions anxious and tense, stood on the city wall, gazing at the approaching army in the distance.

As they got closer, they realized that it was indeed a human army, with the flag of Rhinoceros Horn Mountain always flying in the air.

"They actually won."

Galic muttered to himself, for the Kingdom of Coran had never faced such a great being before. Grand Duke Oren beside him looked even more tense and shocked.

"She actually survived."

Only he knew exactly when the Armored Bear Legion and that woman had fallen into a bitter battle, and that it was a miracle that they had lasted this long; it was a blessing from the gods.

The Bucks Legion and the shattered Armored Bear Legion entered Oren City one after another. The city's soldiers and civilians were silent, for they knew all too well what kind of war these two armies were facing.

Despite being the center of attention, Brand and Bogeld didn't react much.

They should have returned a day earlier. After losing the support of the evil god, Grand Duke Oren was killed by the Frost Lord's last strength, and the evil god could only watch from afar in the abyss.

The reason for the long delay is that it took time for Bogeld to ascend to the Legendary level. The price she paid by burning her spiritual essence and life force was heavy. Even with the Legendary blessing under Ryan's authority, it was necessary to carefully repair her body.

At the same time, the key to this is also the Armored Bear Volibear. The Armored Bear, which absorbed a drop of divine blood, continuously evolved its power, bringing about a transformation in Bogurd's life and allowing Bogurd to successfully complete his legendary advancement.

The immense power drove Bogeld into an uncontrollable rage; after all, it was the influence of the great divinity of the Bear Spirit. Brand could only wait in place, on guard against the demon army.

The demons here are different from the demon army of the Forge City of Exner. This is probably because there are regional differences in the Abyss. And that evil great being is clearly not of the violent type.

If it were Surtur, he would probably have already stormed into this void kingdom in a rage, wielding his flaming greatsword to shatter everything.

The return of the Extraordinary Legion to Oren City brought peace and tranquility to the city. The Sven priests dispatched Dawn Cult members to soothe everyone and give them faith in the divine dawn.

"We should leave."

A few hours later, the most powerful people gathered together, and Brand began to speak.

"There are still many people in the city, and some of them are even unable to move around."

The priest said this with great concern. He hoped to save everyone, because this void was already a part of His divine kingdom, and any mortals left here would surely die.

Grand Duke Oren was also hesitant.

"The city of Oren has accumulated wealth over thousands of years by the Oren family, and it is simply impossible to collect and take it away in a short period of time."

The Grand Duke of Oren is arguably one of the most glorious noble families in this land. Their accumulated wealth and prestige are deeply intertwined with this city. And if Oren were to leave, where would they live?

He didn't know if there was any way to send the entire city of Oren back, but he hoped so.

“This is impossible. We must leave as soon as possible. He has lost the medium connecting him to the continent of Norris, but this is his divine kingdom. The power of the gods could connect here at any time. Once he descends again and his gaze falls upon us, we will lose the possibility of leaving.”

Brand shook his head, rejecting Grand Duke Oren's idea.

The Duke of Oren remained silent, perhaps because he had heard the news of his grandfather's death.

How much time do we have?

"The sooner the better, preferably...tomorrow."

"When dawn breaks, the Lord's glory will shine upon His believers."

Sven said this, and the room fell silent again, with the Grand Duke of Oren looking particularly conflicted.

"It's already a miracle that you survived; at least you protected the honor of the Oren family."

Galic comforted Stie Oren, the young man who had now truly become the Grand Duke of Oren, and of all those present, he was the one who could best understand what the Grand Duke was going through.

The accumulation of thousands of years vanished in a single day; such a disparity is probably unacceptable to most people.

But now he has no choice.

"Your challenges are not over yet. Even if you leave this void, there are still countless servants of the abyss and their followers on the land outside."

Grand Duke Oren silently accepted this fact, and could only say:
"Could you give me another half a day? I need time to restore the honor of the Oren family."

"it is good."

Brand agreed, but also needed to give Priest Sven some time, as the property inside the Oren City Dawn Cathedral also needed to be sorted out.

the next day……

Perhaps it was the next day. In the Void God Kingdom, there was no sun or moon; it was always the same color. The extraordinary lords said it was the next day, and the people of Oren City could only believe it. They carried wooden carts or sacks on their backs—these were their only possessions.

Outside Oren City, the Buck Legion and the Kingdom of Coran Legion were responsible for protecting and supervising the troops. Galick looked at the Duke of Oren at the very front of the troops with some surprise.

He never expected that what Grand Duke Oren meant by giving him more time to clean up was to kill a large number of servants.

More than 70% of the servants in the Oren family mansion were killed, and the rest were filled with fear. The ruthlessness of the Grand Duke of Oren surprised Galic, and he distanced himself slightly from this peer with whom he had been chatting happily just yesterday.

Even his father, Grand Duke Guelan, couldn't be this ruthless.

Could it be that the corruption of the Abyss God has not been completely purified? Galic's gaze fell on Priest Sven, a missionary who was a model of teaching by example. The Dawn Cult did not help the army and the Grand Duke of Oren, but instead cast divine spells on those peasants to keep them strong.

After all, there is still a certain distance between here and the void portal.

May the light of dawn shine upon you.

The Dawn Cult members never use absolute rhetoric, unlike the Holy See's "Glory of Dawn" or the Church of Light's rhetoric of praising the light. Most of these Dawn Cult members are selected from the bottom by civilized priests, so it's unrealistic to expect them to have any systematic training in rhetoric.

However, their functions are the same.

In just a few days, all the common people of Oren City became believers in the doctrines of Dawn, and the reputation of the civilized priests spread to every household.

The deeper the believers are mired in darkness, the more they cling to the hope of light. The arrival of the Dawn Priests is seen by them as a miracle, the will of the gods.
This is the will of the great Lord; why should the people of Oren not obey it?
"Just hang in there, we're almost there!"

Sven crouched down, picked up a sack filled with low-quality wheat, and placed it in the hands of a tense-looking man, saying this without any regard for the sack in his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Dawn."

“I am not the master. There is no master among the Dawn Cult. If there is, then he should be punished by God.”

When the topic of divine punishment came up, many people around shuddered. They had witnessed it clearly that day: all the clergy of the Oren Cathedral were killed by the wrath of the Lord they served.

"May dawn be with you, may you see the light of tomorrow morning, may you see the golden harvest of the fields."

The cleric crossed his arms in front of his chest and bowed slightly as he spoke, and he could feel an even stronger power of faith emanating from him.

May you see the light of tomorrow morning, may you see the golden harvest of the fields. By the way, isn't the harvest season almost here?

Grand Duke Oren sighed, he had lost too much, but now he was finally about to see the dawn of hope. All the challenges from the outside world paled in comparison to his experience in the Void God Kingdom in less than half a month.

Thinking of this, his gaze drifted to Borgold in the distance.

The armored bear had grown even larger, like a small hill. He quietly inquired with the knights of the Oren family. Several knights were quite afraid of the woman and the armored bear. They told Grand Duke Oren that the woman might have become a legend.

Legendary, with a status no less than that of a great nobleman, even the Duke of Oren felt a tightness in his heart upon hearing this answer. There was no way around it; now, this person alone could wipe out the entire Oren family. Moreover, a madman who dared to charge head-on against the gods must have no other concerns.

Grand Duke Oren believed he would never forget the scene of him frantically swinging his sword at the gods.

But what about Grandfather's situation?

Sensing the gaze of the Archduke of Oren, Bogeld looked over, but she had no mood to respond. As for the old Archduke of Oren? Bogeld had never thought about it; in her eyes, he was nothing more than a demonized monster.

She cared about something else.

Corporal Bogeld was extremely distressed and timid. Sitting on Volibear's head, he would occasionally point behind him with his finger.

Boss Ryan still forced her to study and improve her skills, but Bogeld felt that she hadn't learned them well.

Because no matter how many times she counted the number of armored bear warriors and armored bears behind her, it didn't change; it remained at eight hundred people and six hundred and fifty-seven bears.

"Why can't it be raised a little?"

She had spent some time with Aetria before, during which time she was confined and unable to go to the battlefield. She watched Aetria, and every time he took out a report from the Frozen Territory, the numbers would increase significantly compared to the previous report.

Aetria is a good student; even Boss Ryan says she has a talent for math.

Bogeld believes he doesn't have it, especially not at this moment.

Unable to resist, she turned around again.

"one two Three……"

It's still the same number, no, it seems like there's one less?!
"Damn it, who's missing! Reno, where the hell have you been?!"

Bogeld roared, startling the mountain of armored bears beneath him and shaking the ground. Those nearby were naturally even more terrified, shrinking back and feeling the ground shift.

"Boss, I'm here."

The man named Reno was incredibly burly, but at this moment he was hunched over, raising his hands like a chick. His bear had died on the battlefield and was not easily found among his companions.

"Oh, you're here. Eight hundred, all done."

Bogeld was delighted. She couldn't count them all, but she remembered the names of every one of her men.

But soon, the armored bear girl became troubled again, for she saw a spatial portal ahead.

"Where is Sven?"

"Brand, where's Sven?"

"Could you talk to him and say that I've discussed with him the possibility of him counting half of the dead Armored Bear Legion members?"

Bogeld roared at Brand in the distance.

Behind them, the refined priest in the crowd suddenly shuddered, and the young girl beside him supported her elder.

"I can't do that."

The priest hurriedly ran forward. He was joking, of course. If he were to bear half the responsibility for the dead armored bear legion warriors, Baron Ryan would surely cut off his head and use it as a football.

“I can’t carry that, Miss Bogeld.”

Bogeld was unhappy and turned around. The armored bear also shook its leg, and the ground shook again.

"This isn't right."

Brand's expression turned solemn as he looked back at the purplish-black Void God Kingdom.

“He’s coming!”

Brand's expression turned solemn. The speed at which the Abyss God had arrived was beyond imagination; it had already returned to this void from the Abyss.

"Hurry up! We need to get out of here right now!"

Brand's roar put the bloated squad on edge. The soldiers drew their weapons, feeling the ground tremble more and more violently.

"Don't worry, He is still far away."

Bogeld glanced back, her war instincts telling her that a new war was still some distance away.

The gateway to the present world is already before us.

(End of this chapter)