Throne of the North.

Chapter 833 Spreading the Dawn in the Name of Faith (Part 7)

The portal to the void was within reach, while the divine power behind them was still far away. However, the aura of the great being was enough to instill fear in mortals. Even the weakest slaves couldn't help but quicken their pace, wanting to escape from here as soon as possible.

But clearly, they don't belong to the first group to leave the void.

"Hurry up."

Grand Duke Oren directed his family members to pass through the spatial portal as quickly as possible, but he himself stayed behind, mainly because he was worried that Bogeld might say something while he was away.

However, what others did not know was that the Confucian priests held the Grand Duke in much higher regard as a result.

Bogeld deduced that the demons were still far off, so Brand had already set up a defensive line. The Kingdom of Coran's legion was also left behind to stand ready at the front.

The sky behind them grew increasingly terrifying; the surging void signified His ever-approaching presence, and even the barriers of the Norris continent could not stop His arrival.

"Hurry up!"

The knights on either side of the procession shouted orders, urging the Oren City troops to hurry through the spatial portal. No one dared to lag behind or make a sound. Even with their backs turned, they could feel the evil aura emanating from the abyss.

Will they enter the continent of Norris?

Brand asked Sven, "At this critical moment, Brand can't let Sven stay alone with the civilians. It's safer for him to be by my side. The Dawn Priest can't die here."

"Will do."

Sven stated this with certainty, and then explained.

"There are many of His believers and servants on this land. That Church of the Abyss is probably insane now, calling upon Him at any cost and providing Him with a medium."

"So, even if we leave here, we're not safe?"

"Yes."

Sven's expression was grave. The civilians and soldiers thought they would be safe once they left this void kingdom and returned to the continent of Norris, but that was not actually the case.

He has already opened a passage connecting the Abyss to the continent of Norris. This path was originally completed long ago, but it was delayed until now because the Armored Bear Legion forced Grand Duke Oren back into the void.

What can mortals do to stop what the gods have already accomplished?

Therefore, the invasion of evil has not gone far. Even after leaving this void divine kingdom, they will still fight against the evil god on the millions of square kilometers of land on the continent of Norris. The only consolation is that the continent of Norris is not His home ground. The radiance of the sun will suppress the abyss's aura, making it less likely for human souls to waver.

Time passed slowly, and Bogeld was right. The surging abyssal energy in the sky twisted into a vortex, seemingly always close at hand, but in reality, it never truly descended upon them.

Is He still on His way?

The civilians of Oren City had already passed through the dimensional portal. Brand ordered Galic to lead the Kingdom of Coran's army to leave as well. As the army moved, the evil power trembled once more.

He seemed to be beginning to intrude into the void of this world.

The army had no choice but to speed up. No one had the courage to face a great god descending head-on. Even Brand couldn't help but sweat. If the timing wasn't right, he could lead the Bucks army to charge out at the fastest speed.

After the Kingdom of Coran's legion left, things became simpler. The Armored Bear Legion and the Stag Legion were exceptionally efficient; at a single command, their sprinting pace shook the ground.

Behind them, a distorted, purplish-black void of clouds revealed the face of a furious demon, roaring as it chased after the two extraordinary legions, drawing ever closer.

"Faster!"

Brand leaped from his warhorse into the sky, drew his weapon, and looked solemnly behind him, while the Bucks army below charged forward at full speed.

Bogeld also tried to rush forward, but Brand stopped him.

"We cannot wage war against His Kingdom; neither you nor I are qualified."

Upon hearing this, Bogeld shrank back, and the armored bear ran even faster.

The extraordinary combat power of thousands of knights thundered into the spatial portal. Only after everyone had left did Brand realize with a start that the purplish-black clouds that had been at the edge of his vision had quietly appeared in front of him.

“Spiritual people…”

He spoke, but not in a loud voice, like the murmur of a bard, filled with curiosity about Brand. He did not attack immediately, but instead tested the great spiritual essence within Brand.

Brand lowered his head, not responding to the words of the evil god, and rushed straight towards the spatial portal at legendary speed, but the gate shaped by spatial magic also slowly closed at that moment.

This is the void, but it is also a corner of His divine kingdom. When He truly descends here, no mortal will be qualified to manipulate the rules within His divine kingdom.

The portal, shrinking smaller and smaller, gradually became too small for an adult to pass through. Brand's eyes turned serious as he drew his weapon and swung his sword.

"Dragon Rider Combat Skill - Annihilation of the Vortex Sea".

The burning crimson flames distorted the already unstable void. As the legendary battle technique landed, the spatial portal, no bigger than a head, shattered. The fragments of space scattered, and a pitch-black void appeared before Brand. Without any hesitation, he rushed straight into the darkness.

Exile in the void is at least a thousand times better than staying in the kingdom of the evil god.

However, his powerful spiritual body did not plunge him into the void and the unknown. After a short voyage, light appeared before Brand's eyes, the sun's radiance fell into his eyes, and the silhouette of the Bucks gradually became clear.

came back.

Brand, regaining his senses, did not relax but instead shouted out orders.

"The entire army is on alert!"

Upon hearing his voice, the Bucks turned their horses around, looking at the shattered void behind Brand with serious expressions and their lances gripped tightly.

In that shattered void, everyone could see the twisted, evil power of the abyss lurking, threatening to break through the barrier between worlds and enter the continent of Norris at any moment.

Would He dare?
Brand didn't know, but whether He could do it or not, His retinue, the countless demonic armies, would appear before them, representing the tentacles of a great being from the abyss.

Will there be a lot of them?

Priest Sven appeared beside Brand and asked:

“Based on our experience fighting Hobbie’s retinue and Nidhogg’s dragon army in that world… their numbers must have been terrifying.” “You should leave, Priest Sven. It’s not safe here, and I can’t protect you.”

“No, Commander Brand, I mean, we have many men too.”

Sven gestured for Brand to look behind them, in the direction from which they had emerged from the void portal. Brand turned to look, his gaze filled with astonishment.

One after another, majestic griffins stood quietly on the wheat field outside the former city of Oren, licking their feathers. Their golden plumage was indistinguishable from the color of the wheat. The griffins, with their majestic and sacred gaze, were kings of the sky and the ground. Their predatory instincts gave them unimaginable fighting power in war. On the backs of the griffins, fully armed knights, holding seven- or eight-meter-long spears, seemed to have been waiting there all along.

This was not all that Brand could see. On the other side of the Griffin Legion, a group of priestly knights clad in silver-white armor stood with their arms crossed, gazing devoutly at the sun in the sky. The blinding sunlight could not make these Dawn Cult members who served Him close their eyes. The warmth of the sun, in the name of the gods, was blessing these cult members with powerful divine magic.

On the other side of the Griffin Legion was the Allied Legion of the Kingdom of Andara. This legion was much more complex, containing the banners of many nobles, the royal court legions, and the remnants of the extraordinary legions preserved by the great nobles. Together, they formed the top fighting force among the ordinary human armies.

"Dawn City has sent down a divine oracle. They have come by divine decree and Lord Ryan's military orders, in the name of humanity and in the light of dawn, to fight against the evil of the abyss."

Sven explained to Brand that he had come out earlier and already knew the truth.

The army that came from the north had arrived here a few days earlier, but they did not know the situation of the Void God Kingdom and dared not approach rashly.

"Lord Ryan's reply also indicated that you need the help of this power."

As soon as Sven finished speaking, a rich radiance emanated from his body, and he slowly rose into the air, bathed in the sunlight.

"Praise my Lord!"

He opened his arms, embracing everything bathed in sunlight.

"Praise be to my Lord, who has given me the light of dawn!"

In that instant, the sunlight overhead was no longer golden, but silvery-white, filled with a cool touch. It was the first ray of light at every dawn, the hope for a new day, the light of hope.

“Praise be to my Lord, who gives me the light of dawn, the beam of dawn of the eternal Kingdom of Heaven, and should also be given to all the devout believers who serve Him.”

"In the name of dawn, I bestow upon you the light of hope, the unwavering faith in the fight against evil, and eternal honor."

May the dawn be with you!

The silvery sunlight shone down on everyone, bathing them in its glow, and everyone felt a surge of power rising within their bodies.

This is a gift from the gods, giving them the courage to face the demonic minions of the abyss.

Grand Duke Oren, bathed in light, held the letter delivered from Mount Rhinoceros and made up his mind.

The noblest man in the land stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of the celestial priests in the sky.

"The Oren family will forever be the Lord's most devout followers. I swear on the honor of the Oren family that from this day forward, every member of the Oren family will be a follower of the Lord of Dawn and a follower of the dawn."

"Praise the dawn, may the dawn favor Oren."

Grand Duke Oren took the oath, and behind him, the massive procession knelt down, for strictly speaking, everything they possessed belonged to Grand Duke Oren.

In the sky, the priests, bathed in radiant light, bestowed their great power upon every warrior.

"By divine decree, banish the abyss."

Brand drew his weapon and pointed it straight at the shattered void ahead, at the army of demonic minions that were already charging towards them.

Behind them, the Griffin Legion of the Kingdom of Sera slowly rose into the air, and the army of the Dawn Cult was constantly blessing the priests. The human army stood ready, holding their weapons to their chests. With the blessing of their divine faith, they were fearless.

"attack!!!"

The hooves of the galloping warhorses were at the forefront of everyone. The sharpness of the lances and the impact of the charging warhorses pierced the chest of the ferocious demon at the front. All the demonic minions that rushed out of the void passage were crushed at the exit by the stag legion without any resistance.

But this did not stop the appearance of the demon's minions. As the great being in the void let out a piercing shriek, the space that mortals would have to exert all their strength to break through was easily shattered.

Like a massive crystal wall collapsing, the space above the ruins of Oren City transformed into a black hole thousands of meters in diameter. From within flew thousands upon thousands of demons with asymmetrical fleshy wings, roaring and circling in the sky that belonged to humanity, obscuring the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, more and more ground demons rushed out of the black hole. The height of several meters did not prevent them from falling to their deaths on the ground. They crashed down into the human army like a torrent, causing great chaos.

Although they are constantly being killed, the demon's retinue never wins by quality; all they have is their overwhelming quantity.

This is a war that cannot be suppressed by offensive means.

"Retreat three kilometers."

The griffin tore through the clouds in the sky, letting the sunlight stream down. The stag army on the ground also broke through the dense demon army. Since the evil god had not entered the continent of Norris, their staying here to fight the enemy would be pointless.

He can create an endless supply of cannon fodder, but human soldiers cannot grow like grass.

As Brand watched the growing number of demonic minions ahead, he gripped the reins tightly, pondering a way to achieve victory.

"Commander Brand".

A griffin knight arrived and handed Brand a letter from the Frozen Territory. Brand opened it and saw that it bore Lord Ryan's rather distinctive handwriting, not that of Viscountess Wittman.

"Drive them back to the southern lands!"

The demon army cannot be driven away by mortal power, and there is no reason for Ryan to bear such a huge trouble alone.

Brand crushed the note in his hand, ordered all the legions to retreat to his rear, took back the scabbard of Gram from Bogeld, and then slammed it into the ground.

The earth trembled and split open from both sides of the Gram's scabbard, revealing a rift valley between the human army and the demons.

"Is this enough?"

Brand stared intently at the demon army opposite him; they seemed to be—building a nest.

(End of this chapter)