Divine Kingship

Chapter 651 The Final Battle Arrives (Part 4)

Meanwhile, the battle between the two kings continues, having raged for a day and a night.

The battle between the King of the Yellow and the King of the White transformed the original plains into glaciers and mountains.

The ice crystals in the biting cold are like dazzling diamonds, while the strange rock formations block these beautiful yet dangerous ice crystals.

Due to his physical and spiritual advantages, the White King quickly gained the upper hand.

However, the countless undead elites that surrounded them allowed the King of the Yellow and Azure to gradually erase these disadvantages.

The king is not invincible; otherwise, the White King and the Crimson King would have already divided the world between them.

Faced with such an overwhelming horde of undead... Berlan's power was not inexhaustible.

She was struggling to cope with the undead's corpse magic and the gnawing of the corpse dragons, as well as the terrifying attacks that the earth occasionally conjured.

However, it's not too difficult to stick with it for a while.

And right now.

The once ordinary sky turned into a magnificent fiery red.

Then came a fiery meteor falling from the sky.

Berlan breathed a sigh of relief.

Karin has finally arrived.

A flaming meteor crashed to the earth, creating a molten crater. Near the fiery red lava crater, countless elite undead wailed and burned to death.

The glaciers that originally covered the earth were largely evaporated due to Karin's arrival, turning into thick fog that covered the battlefield.

“It seems I’m not too late.” Karin said as she approached Berlan, holding the burning Flame of Purification.

“I never thought we’d have the chance to fight side-by-side again.” Berlan’s tone was much more relaxed.

Honestly, there are very few enemies in this world that would require two kings to fight side by side.

Moreover, their positions are vastly different.

However, these are rare opportunities for collaboration.

“The elite troops from various countries will arrive soon. Let’s resolve things here as quickly as possible, and then we’ll see if Rand needs any help,” Karin said.

“Alright.” Berlan waved the [Abyss] in his hand.

Even civilians who had already moved a considerable distance away could see the fiery meteors falling from the distant horizon and the clouds turning fiery red.

Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Knights, who had now switched to escorting civilians, knew that this was the power of the Crimson King, Karin.

Now they were completely relieved.

At this moment, many horsemen began to weep bitterly. In order to delay those terrible enemies, they had lost more than half of their men in a very short time. They had lost their relatives, friends and comrades-in-arms in an instant.

And their leaders.

Luca is now a block of ice, and Lord Fenris has yet to see the body; it is estimated that there has been no trace of him.

This war has already cost too many people their lives.

The same was true for the common people who were forced to migrate; too many of their relatives and friends died at the hands of the dead, on the way to migration, or even under the whips of the nobles.

And those soldiers who are still fighting on the defensive line, whether it is the first line of defense or the second line of defense.

Whether it's the new Holy City or the Skaven city.

The soldiers fighting here don't even have the right to cry.

They must be ready to fight at any time.

Although the incarnation of the Cataclysm Apostle no longer had the spare time to command and had drawn away a lot of power from this world, this did not mean that the soldiers would have to face far fewer undead.

At most, things just become more chaotic; the number of undead is still endless compared to humans, as if they can never be killed off.

Tanl, as the new head coach after Rand's departure, has now taken over all the responsibilities of command.

Tanl, who was originally majestic and strong and could be described as a burly man, now appeared unusually thin.

At this time, Tanl was in the Skaven city. It was late at night, and only Tanl and his wife were in the command hall.

In the hall, the candlelight flickered, and Tanl's eyes were sunken and bloodshot.

"Let's take a break," Mrs. Tanl said, pushing the bowl of chicken soup on the table.

Tanl also knew that a balance between work and rest was the most appropriate approach.

Keeping your nerves constantly on edge will only damage your body and won't improve your efficiency much.

Tanl obediently picked up the chicken soup and drank it.

Then I leaned back in my chair and planned to close my eyes and rest for a while.

But after only a short while, Tanl woke up again.

Sweating profusely, breathing heavily.

He glanced at the candles on the table, which hadn't changed much, and at his wife waiting beside him.

He smiled wryly and said, "It seems unlikely."

His Majesty Rand is now personally leading the army to fight a bloody battle against the enemy's core.

Fenris is currently being intercepted by undead elites while leading civilians, and the situation is still unknown.

Every moment now, those colleagues and comrades who lived, studied, and fought alongside me are dying.

When he's working, Tanl can force himself not to think about these things.

But once he falls asleep, those deep-seated fears immediately take over his mind again.

This was a nightmare that would wake him up immediately.

When Tanl wakes up, he will still be very clear that the nightmares he had in his sleep were real.

And something even more terrible might happen.

If something happens to His Majesty Rand, or if the front lines collapse...

Or perhaps it was because of some mistakes or oversights by Tanl that caused a breach in the defenses...

“I don’t think I can sleep,” Tanl said, frowning.

His wife could only sigh.

In the distance, the chimes of bells echoed from the high-rise buildings of the Ratman City.

That is the sacred bell of the rat people.

The resounding echo means that a large number of ratmen will die.

The ratman Quiro has been commanding and fighting on the walls of the ratman city.

He felt pain every time he ordered the sacred bell to be rung.

Because often he couldn't gather enough enemies to serve as sacrifices, so in those situations he had no choice but to choose his own people.

This was a nightmare for Kui Ruo as well. And Kui Ruo had no idea how long this nightmare would last.

The night is still long.

……

And in the Kingdom of God.

The apostle of natural disaster looked in surprise at the arrival of the uninvited guests.

He cut off the energy supply of a large number of the dead, and then absorbed it in reverse to strengthen himself before barely managing to pull his divine kingdom closer to this world. Then he forcibly pulled Rand into his divine kingdom alone.

In theory, God's kingdom is their absolute domain. Even if one had the ability to enter God's kingdom, they would never choose to do so, because entering would be tantamount to suicide.

The most common and easiest way to reach the Kingdom of God in this world is through sacrifice.

Of course, this uninvited guest obviously did not arrive in this way.

Lysa ignored the ruler of this desolate place after she entered.

He went straight to Rand's side and said, "This is fake; strictly speaking, it's just a projection."

The green flame eyes of the Scourge Apostle's skeletal face flickered.

This kind of secret cannot be easily seen by ordinary people.

Rand, on the other hand, was trying to suppress a laugh. If the Scourge Apostle hadn't been so shameless as to not be able to make any expressions, it would have been quite a sight.

If Rand were to rely solely on himself to cope with the environment here, he might have to endure many sacrifices and hardships before he could discover the flaws in this divine kingdom and then, as in the movie plot of his previous life, deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Lysa's arrival completely skipped the intermediate process, giving Rand the answer directly.

So the question jumps straight to—how to leave this divine projection, or even more precisely, how to destroy the Scourge Apostles here.

"Who are you?" The Apostle of Calamity had a bad feeling.

Before God came to the Lord's world, it was very difficult for God to perceive anything in the Lord's world from within God's Kingdom.

Therefore, even though the power was previously projected onto the golden World Tree of the elves, the Scourge Apostles were completely unable to ascertain the true situation of the Elf Goddess.

“It should be easy to guess, shouldn’t it?” Lysa’s white hair fluttered, and the longbow in her hand gleamed.

"The messenger of the Moon Goddess? No, it's you, you nature madman!" the Cataclysm Apostle roared, his voice decaying. "I clearly didn't sense your arrival, you... when did you!"

Lysa chuckled lightly, then stared indifferently: "So how about going back to your hometown? My Lord Rand has already warned you."

The Apostle of Calamity looked again at the black-haired young man standing next to the Moon Goddess Lysa in the projection of the divine kingdom: "And who are you?"

Lysa, the goddess of the moon, is the embodiment of moonlight and the representative of the natural order. She is arrogant, unreasonable, yet powerful.

He is a madman with a strange logic, just like the Torch Mental Illness.

And the person that Ryza calls His Majesty... is clearly no ordinary person either.

They've really messed up.

Rand did not answer the Scourge's question.

The Apostle of Calamity had no expectation of getting an answer; He decided to make one last desperate attempt.

In any case, this is His territory now.

Even if the flaws are discovered, it doesn't matter.

The advantage of strength will make up for everything.

The skeletal kingdom that Ryza called "fake" and merely a projection underwent a dramatic change the moment the Cataclysmic Apostle decided to make a final stand.

The land, which had previously been covered with pale corpses and filled with a sense of death, suddenly began to boil!
Countless shattered, intact, and even reduced to bone dust skeletons seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, forcibly drawn in by a terrifying power emanating from the depths of the earth. They collided, reformed, and piled up violently! Limbs and broken arms interlocked, shattered skulls coalesced into terrifying hills, and massive ribs grew intertwined, resembling the skeleton of some deformed creature's nest rising from the ground.

The once flat, corpse-strewn land was torn open by the upheaval, creating bottomless ravines. Foul, green energy—the very same source as the flickering green flames in the eyes of the Scourge Apostles—gushed forth from the fissures like foul, viscous pus. This energy did not flow randomly, but rather coalesced into a raging torrent, swirling around and merging with the Scourge Apostle standing atop the skeletal throne, his skeletal body now completely healed of its cracks!
"Blasphemers! You will all become part of the foundation of my divine kingdom!" The Scourge Apostle roared deafeningly, his voice like the grinding of a million bones, mixed with decaying resentment.

He held nothing back, mobilizing all the undead power that this projected divine kingdom could gather—although it was essentially a projection, this power was still deadly and immense to mortal beings at this moment!
He suddenly raised his arms high.

The countless enormous skeletal structures drawn and reorganized by His power, surrounding Him, were like weapons of destruction hurled by an invisible giant hand. With a whooshing sound, they transformed into a sky-covering, pale rain of bones, pouring down relentlessly towards the location of Rand and Lysa! Each bone was covered with that filthy green energy.

Following the torrent of bones, the green pus energy gushing from the cracked earth was instantly compressed and shaped. The green flames in the eyes of the Cataclysmic Apostle surged, and a dark green destructive shockwave composed of pure decay and despair swept forward like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, even the air condensed into blackish-green energy crystals, as if it wanted to completely decay and end space itself.

The attack covered every inch of space where Rand and Lysa were located, attempting to bury them both in this projected world dominated by Him with absolute power!

But at this moment, everything is still.

Whether it's those skeletal structures or those green torrents.

Everything stops at this moment.

Lysa stopped everything.

Subsequently.

Layer upon layer of unimaginable, enormous green barriers rose from the ground at an incredible speed!

The deep brown roots, thicker and tougher than the trunks of ancient trees, twist like a winding dragon, carrying the power of the earth, instantly forming a thick root wall! Huge shield-shaped leaves, like a giant wall carved from jade, unfold in layers upon layers on the root wall.

When everything else stops, only the plants continue to grow.

When everything returned to normal, the endless plant barriers had already blocked the attacks of the Scourge Apostles.

Furthermore, those gnarled roots and branches that seemed to pierce through heaven and earth directly pulled this unreal divine kingdom back into the real world.

Now, the knights of the First Knights Order of the Moon Phase Kingdom, who had been anxiously waiting outside, could finally see their King.

Reality seemed to split open before their eyes. They were in a real world with soil, moon, stars, and a gentle breeze. Not far ahead of them were giant trees that pierced the sky and earth, and further ahead was a wasteland full of skeletons and corpses, a mountain of corpses, and a throne made of bones.

Rand calmly withdrew from this evil realm, but the endless rain of bones and eerie green energy still poured forth.

But in Rand's eyes, this was already a case of outward strength but inner weakness.

"Mage Corps, prepare! Slow spell!" Rand calmly gave the order.

As he gave the order, Rand also embedded the disc-shaped stone with dark red patterns that had been hanging in the air into the ground in the designated position.

Soon, the mage's spells were ready, and then, at Rand's command, they were cast.

Of course, a significant portion of the First Knights Order of the Moon Phase Kingdom consists of mages, and they are also equipped with standard-issue magic staves.

Mortal magic is not very effective against gods.

However, the spellcasting, prepared in advance, still had some effect, since this Calamity Apostle was not the real body, but merely an avatar.

Lysa draws her bow and nocks an arrow.

This is the final step in the plan.

Lysa herself is a god, and her arrows are inherently difficult to dodge. The Scourge Apostle has already exhausted a great deal of power and has also been affected by magic.

Lysa's arrow struck.

But it didn't cause much damage.

The apostle of the natural disaster was originally prepared to withstand the attack, but then he discovered that what was shot at him was a piece of crystal-clear hand bone.

(End of this chapter)