Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 149 I'm good at everything
Fingrishire, Gem Bay.

The chilling silence was instantly ignited. Without any declaration of war or negotiation, this bloody beach landing operation erupted before the echoes of the bugle call had even faded.

A barrage of magic and cannonballs rained down, slowing the Imperial fleet's advance.

At the same time, five high priests clad in red bishop robes ascended into the air. They hovered above the harbor, their withered arms raised high, chanting blasphemous incantations.

A torrent of fel energy, like ink, surged from their bodies and poured wildly into the churning seawater below.

Rumbling--

A massive, black wave, hundreds of meters in diameter, carrying the terrifying weight of tens of thousands of tons of seawater and the malevolent power to tear apart steel, surged toward the Imperial fleet.

Even before the giant wave arrived, its destructive pressure caused the warships at the front to groan in agony, as if they were about to completely engulf and crush this torrent of steel.

Facing the seemingly world-ending tidal waves, the man in the platinum robe on the imperial ship remained calm.

A book radiating divine light floated up before him. He slowly raised his right hand, and the book moved without wind, its pages turning to a particular page where intricate golden runes flowed out.

The next second, the cataclysmic wave, powerful enough to destroy a town, crashed into a transparent wall and could not advance an inch further.

Incredulous horror filled the eyes of the five high priests; their combined attack had been blocked by a single person!

"not good!"

The pupils of the five people suddenly contracted.

Behind the surging wave, a giant meteorite fireball, over ten meters in diameter, with a blazing white core and dark red flames swirling around its edges, tore through the waves, bringing with it an aura of destruction capable of incinerating everything.

boom--

The meteor fireball slammed into the shield hastily erected by the five people, and the deafening explosion resounded through the sky.

The shield shattered after only three seconds, and the scorching shockwave instantly blasted the five people back more than ten meters.

A large plume of scalding white steam billowed into the air above the port, obscuring the view.

Before the five of them could catch their breath, the deadly crisis was poured over them again like ice water.

call--

Another meteor fireball tore through the billowing fog wall and hurtled towards the port's core defense towers and energy nodes.

In this haste, they had no way to create an effective defense to stop the attack.

If the fireball were to destroy the port's defenses, it would be extremely detrimental to their subsequent battles.

"Humph!"

A cold, authoritative snort rang out above the five high priests.

Immediately following, a deep, abyss-like gray energy sphere, exuding an extremely dense aura of annihilation, arrived faster than they could, rapidly passing overhead and striking the incoming meteor fireball with perfect precision.

bang——

Two destructive energies exploded on the sea surface, the enormous power blasting a hollow space in the sea at the center of the explosion, and the resulting shockwave overturned a large number of residential buildings in the port.

On the sea, the empire's fleet was also shaken violently.

The five high priests looked up with relief and saw a person dressed in a gray bishop's robe, suspended in the air.

The archbishop made his move.

However, the situation remains far from optimistic.

The enemy has two divine messengers whose strength is comparable to that of the archbishop. It is unlikely that the archbishop alone can stop the imperial reinforcements from landing in force.

The ensuing battle proved their fears true.

Under the combined attack of the two imperial messengers, the archbishop quickly showed signs of defeat.

They were even driven into a corner, unable to escape.

Just when the archbishop was about to be killed, at the last possible moment...

hum-

Without warning, space violently distorted, and a figure appeared out of thin air on the battlefield as if a canvas had been torn open.

It was a woman with four enormous black wings on her back, each feather flowing with dark red patterns like lava.

She held a longsword formed from divine matter, which easily cleaved through the prison of truth that bound the archbishop.

At the same time, several arrows shot out from behind, repelling Cecilia who was about to launch an attack.

Fallen angel?
Cecilia's eyes showed surprise.

As for Aetherel, the usually calm and collected Son of Truth, his brows furrowed deeply when he saw that face, corrupted by darkness yet still recognizable, and a sharp, probing glint flashed in his usually composed eyes.

The person before me is none other than Keltia, the former saintess of the Radiant Church.

She was perfectly fine when we parted ways in Orantia last time.

It's only been a month since I last saw him, how did he become so depraved?

“Kertia,” Aetherel called out.

Because of their friendship in Orantia, he did not take action directly, but instead wanted to find out the reason from Kertia.

However, he was met only with a cold, indifferent gaze.

"Leave, or die."

Kertia offered a cold choice.

Seeing that negotiation was impossible, Aetherel suppressed his desire to investigate, and a cold indifference slowly appeared in his eyes.

He opened the divine book in his hand, and the spear of truth that could pierce through everything rapidly condensed above his head.

Cecilia also responded to Aetherel and initiated Divine Judgment.

Two divine punishments, both comparable to the ninth rank and empowered by the divine record, struck simultaneously.

Keltia's expression remained unchanged. She swung her longsword, easily blocking Aetherial's Spear of Truth, while her other hand... caught Cecilia's Divine Judgment with her bare hands.

Cecilia blinked in surprise.

No wonder she is a legendary angel who is close to being a god.

“Son of Truth, let’s retreat first.” Cecilia looked at Aetherel on her right, who was about to launch another attack.

“She is, after all, a former saint of the Holy See of Glory. There must be a compelling reason for her to become like this. I think we need to find out why she became like this, and perhaps we can still save her.”

Cecilia smiled, radiating a radiant glow that embraced all things.

Upon hearing this, Aetherel stared at Keltia's figure, pondered for a moment, and finally put away the Divine Record.

The two major Vatican councils, Truth and Grace, have a relatively high tolerance for heresy.

Moreover, it's someone you know.

Of course, the main reason is that they have an important mission to accomplish when they enter the divine realm. Fighting Kertia to the death would be detrimental to their mission.

woo-

As the retreat horn sounded, the massive imperial fleet turned around and returned to a nearby port.

"thanks for your help."

After the Imperial fleet withdrew, the Archbishop expressed his gratitude to Kertia.

At the same time, he was amazed by its terrifying growth rate; in just half a month, it had grown to the level of a four-winged angel.

It seems that investing heavily in this person recently was the right choice. With only four wings, he was able to repel two divine messengers; if he later evolved to six and eight wings, wouldn't the Holy Unification be a piece of cake?
"Prepare the contents of this scroll." Kertia glanced indifferently at the archbishop, then tossed out a rolled-up parchment scroll and vanished into thin air.

Her voice was uncompromising, filled only with an unyielding arrogance.

The archbishop paid no attention and opened the parchment to examine its contents.

Is she planning to resurrect someone?
The archbishop had this question in mind after reading the list on the parchment.

……

The imperial reinforcements retreated today, unaware that they had missed the best opportunity to land.

The Order of the End received a message from Duno County the next day. The message was transmitted via a communication contract and detailed the abilities of the two imperial envoys. It also provided a reasoned analysis of the weaknesses of their abilities and proposed countermeasures.

Although this intelligence could not be verified, the Order of the End still adopted it.

Two days later, the Imperial fleet attacked again, and this intelligence immediately proved to be of vital importance.

Last time, the Archbishop of the Order of the End was almost killed by two imperial envoys. This time, without Keltia's intervention, the Archbishop single-handedly held off the two imperial envoys and fought them to a standstill.

Caught off guard, the Imperial fleet retreated once again.

After that, the Imperial Fleet's operations in Gem Bay made no further progress.

While the Imperial reinforcements and the Order of the End were locked in a stalemate, Ron almost swept through Dunor County.

But their pace was not fast; in fact, it was slow, and it was getting slower and slower.

Because they were with hundreds of civilians, they had to stop in each town to rest and recuperate.

During the rest period, Ron would send people to nearby towns to capture cultists and rescue survivors.

As they traveled, the number of civilians following Ron continued to increase, naturally slowing their pace.

Alec, having been repeatedly persuaded to no avail, had become numb to the situation.

After learning about the situation through the communication contract, the shrewd Grand Duke Michael quickly realized that Ron had no intention of going to Hilchin to help, and he was furious at Ron's perfunctory attitude.

However, considering the bigger picture, he did not break ties with Ron.

After all, he couldn't do anything about Ron right now. If they fell out, and Ron brought the Calamity Witch to join the Order of the End, it would be adding insult to injury for them.

He could only have Alec stay by Ron's side and help Ron hunt down important figures in the Order of the End, so that the Order of the End would divert their attention to Ron.

So whenever Ron needed someone to clear the way to the next town, Alec would volunteer to do things that would draw aggro.

Ron agreed, saying that sacrificing minions to level up was too slow and that more elite monsters would be better.

This is the last stop in Dunor County.

Ron stood in the center of the council hall, stained with filth and blood, with a complex sacrificial array beneath his feet that had just lost its light.

[Level: 50 (79)]

After sacrificing the entire cult of Dunor County, Ron's faith level quietly climbed to 79.

If you want to reach level 80, sacrificing these low-level minions will take too much time, so you can put it aside for now.

"It's time to venture into the End Realm."

With his current strength, entering the End Realm would be enough for him to pass some simple tests and acquire one or two seventh-tier skills without any problem.

As soon as Ron left the council chamber, he went straight to Isabella and demanded a drop of her blood.

This is one of the conditions for entering the End Realm.

After obtaining Isabella's consent, Ron took out a syringe and drew two hundred milliliters of blood.

“What do you want my blood for?” Isabella asked.

“I know of a secret realm of the end, which can be opened with your blood,” Ron said without hiding anything from her.

"The Secret Realm of the End?"

"Yes, I need to go inside to get something, so I'll probably be away from the group for a while."

"How long?" A hint of unease flickered in Isabella's calm eyes.

"About a day or two," Ron said with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't leave without saying goodbye. If the day comes when we part ways, I will definitely let you know."

“I’ll go with you,” Isabella said.

“No need,” Ron shook his head. “You go with the group to the next town tomorrow, and I’ll catch up with you soon.”

He did want to take Isabella with him, but if they both disappeared, the civilians would be uneasy.

If the evil cult attacks, they will have no way to protect themselves.

"Mmm," Isabella responded softly, and said nothing more.

"Please, protect them for me. When I get back, I'll make you my best ice cream." Ron smiled and held up his fist.

"Isn't your specialty apple pie?" Isabella raised her hand expressionlessly and bumped fists with Ron.

"I'm good at making all the foods you like."

Ron was also adept at using sweet talk to charm young girls.

"..."

……

After leaving Isabella's room, Ron found Zedd.

He informed him of his impending departure and instructed him to continue leading the team forward according to the original plan before leaving the town.

The End Realm is the burial place of the followers of the End Order when the End Era ended.

To escape the relentless pursuit of the "Heroes," they chose to seal themselves away in secret realms. Before their deaths, they would leave behind their legacy and then hide their souls within it.

They await a destined person to cultivate their lineage, and when the time is not right, they will seize the person's body.

The three brothers from the Kingdom of Diam were the best among these people; after a long wait, only their souls had not been extinguished.

Ron came here for the sake of these people's legacy. As for being possessed... those old-time ghosts can only harm those who are unprepared.

When you encounter someone like him who comes prepared, you can only honestly collect gold coins.

After a half-day journey, Ron arrived at a secluded valley in Dunor County, where the entrance to the End of the Realm was located deep within a waterfall.

Ron found the waterfall, passed through the frozen curtain of water, and found only a small cave that could accommodate three to five people.

The End of the Secret Realm is essentially a trap; for those with low strength, the requirements for entering the secret realm are actually very low.

Killing someone here, or having an extremely strong obsession, could lead to being chosen by the End Realm.

However, the weak will not gain much benefit from entering, as the returns are not proportional to the risks.

For those with exceptional abilities to be selected, the requirements are extremely stringent.

Identity, bloodline, greed, faith, sacrifice... these are all selection criteria, and Ron doesn't meet many of them.

So he obtained Isabella's blood, the blood that arose from the power of [annihilation], which could make up for many deficiencies.

Ron drew sacrificial runes in the cave, then sprinkled Isabella's blood into it and chanted a blessing.

Before long, the snow in the valley began to tremble violently, and it took a while for it to stop.

Once the valley calmed down, Ron's figure had vanished from the cave.

(End of this chapter)