Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Finally, cracks appeared in the chains in front of the bronze gate, as if countless invisible dust particles were being shaken off the chains. At this moment, everyone's spiritual power had been burning to a fever pitch, and they all wanted to open the gate.

Joan of Arc stood at the very back and could vaguely see the scene inside the bronze gate. The person who pushed the gate heard the surging sound of the tide, which was incredibly powerful, like the sound of a riverbank collapsing and the waves surging forward.

But they couldn't care less about anything else. Everyone's spiritual power was finally ignited, and the golden chains emitted an extreme light, rattling loudly. More invisible dust was shaken off the chains, and even more extreme light emanated from behind the gate. Finally, with the sound of metal and stone collapsing, the golden chains were finally torn apart. Just as a look of joy appeared on their faces, what was behind the bronze gate surged out.

It was a dense, golden fog like a tidal wave. When they pushed open the bronze gate, it was like opening a floodgate; a rolling golden wave surged out from inside, instantly striking their bodies and engulfing them all in a sea of ​​gold.

The main hall and the area outside it transformed into a golden kingdom. The waves surged out of the main hall and quickly dissipated, causing the golden fog outside to grow even thicker, almost as if it were about to materialize. Joan of Arc was the only one still standing after being hit by the golden fog.

Lydia was right. If she hadn't conserved her spiritual power, she would have been wiped out along with the entire group during the first wave of impact.

But when Joan of Arc stood up again, she found that everyone had fallen. She instinctively wanted to save them, but found that although they were still breathing, their bodies were covered with holy symbols and words, and their faces showed expressions of seeing heaven.

Joan of Arc's outstretched hand paused. She realized she couldn't save anyone, and her only option was to keep moving forward.

Joan of Arc withdrew her hand and looked toward the main hall.

The main hall was where King Luset and his ministers held meetings; it was ornately decorated, but at this moment the throne was empty, and the king was not on it.

The vast hall was covered with footprints covered in gold dust. When Joan of Arc entered the main hall, she saw that there were black coffins inside. These black coffins, like the bronze doors, were bound with golden chains, but at this moment all the chains on the coffins were broken, and the coffins were empty.

Joan of Arc's gaze shifted to the gold-dusted footprints on the ground, and following the footprints forward, she saw a corpse lying on the ground.

It was a slender young girl, about the same age as Joan of Arc, wearing a white robe. Her appearance was only slightly inferior to Joan of Arc's, but she died a tragic death, with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

Besides the girl, there was also a boy. The boy was just as tall and handsome as the girl, and was around nineteen years old. The boy's body lay in front of the girl, but his death was more tragic. His eyes were wide open, and there was a drop of blood deep between his eyebrows, but his whole body looked as if it had been shattered.

Each coffin contained a boy or a girl, and all of them were dead.

“These people, like you, are all those who were prophesied.”

Like the devil's cold laugh, a strange sound reached Joan of Arc's ears.

Joan of Arc raised her head and looked up in the direction of the corpses, and finally saw the king.

King Sørensen II of Lucerne, dressed in a royal ceremonial robe, looked no more than an old man from Lucerne.

But at this moment, this frail old man can no longer be called human.

His face was completely crazed, his expression as ferocious and terrifying as that of a mentally ill patient who had suffered greatly from pain and torment. Beneath the magnificent robes lay his withered body, which was already terrifying enough, but at this moment it could no longer be called a human body.

The king's body had a gem-like texture, but it was a gem full of cracks. His body could no longer be called flesh and blood. His blood vessels, flesh, and bones had all disappeared. The king had completely become a "glass man".

The king was still alive. He stood there, howling in agony, as if something was tearing his body apart violently. He was trying his best to heal himself, as if something was about to burst out of him. At this moment, a dazzling light was emanating from the cracks in his jewel-like body.

The light within the king is indescribable; it is more intense and dazzling than any light Joan of Arc has ever seen. Only the ultimate can describe this light.

Just then, a staggering figure appeared at the doorway. Surprisingly, Joan of Arc still noticed her at this moment; it was Abby.

She didn't fall down. After Joan of Arc got up, she also got up and saw the scene in the main hall.

Unlike Joan of Arc, Abby did not see the open black coffin and the corpse on the ground. Her eyes fell on a figure and froze, and then she could see nothing else.

Chapter 105 A Battlefield for One

"No! Abby!" Joan of Arc cried out.

But it was too late. Seeing the old man who looked like glass, Abby's small body burst forth with amazing power. Abby raised the dagger in her hand and roared as she charged toward the king. Her roar was full of anger and pain, and the dagger swung and whistled.

With all her might, Abby plunged the dagger into the crevice of the king's body. It was a historic moment. With her body riddled with holes from experiments, and as a humble experimental subject of the kingdom, she became the first assassin in history to successfully assassinate King Lusset.

When Abby saw her dagger successfully pierce the king's body, a look of elation appeared on her face. This was the first time Joan of Arc had seen Abby smile. Then time slowed down, and the king staggered backward as the crack in his chest widened, releasing an explosive burst of light.

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"Requesting backup! Requesting backup! We need support from the rear!"

"Someone stop him! Someone stop him!"

"Whoever it is! Someone come and stop him! Someone come and stop him!"

Those who made it to the final battlefield of the attack on Asgard were all the most tenacious and outstanding warriors in the allied forces. They had been advancing triumphantly through Lusset, winning every battle, but now these warriors were roaring in despair, wishing they could flee the battlefield immediately.

A terrifying fog of war permeated the vast battlefield. The dragons and giant soldiers that were advancing on the battlefield and trying to exhaust the Lusset army's living space were hidden deep in the fog. But if you looked closely, you would see an incredible scene: those towering dragons and giant soldiers, who looked like mythical creatures, had all fallen.

The battlefield was cratered like a meteorite impact, and the giant soldier's steel body was embedded in the crater.

Beside the Colossus lay a headless dragon corpse. The dragon's head had been severed, and the massive head fell to the battlefield a thousand meters away, creating a deep crater in the ground. The huge, unseeing dragon eyes were still lodged on the head.

There was an even more horrific and brutal scene: the giant warrior's corpse looked as if it had been torn to pieces, with its various parts scattered all over the ground, and almost no intact body could be seen.

The dragons and giant warriors used by the Seven Nations Alliance to carry out their advance strategy had all fallen. How could the Seven Nations Alliance continue their strategy now? But no one cared about that at the moment. On the battlefield behind, everyone was roaring and wailing. No one even cared about the victory of the war anymore, only because of that demonic figure on the battlefield, the one who had killed all the dragons and giant warriors.

Dragon slayers throughout history have all enjoyed illustrious reputations, deserving their own page in heroic epics and being worshipped by knights and children of later generations.

But if someone were to kill all the dragons on the battlefield and destroy all the giants, how would people judge him? People cannot know, but when such a person actually appears on the battlefield, people feel that the whole world is turning into hell, and they are nothing more than souls suffering slaughter in this hell.

Indeed, it was hell. On the battlefield, amidst the thick fog of war, countless crimson and yellow pupils lit up in the sky, and the air was filled with the buzzing sound of wings, as if the gates of hell had been opened and winged demons were flying out from them.

They are not true demons, but they are similar to demons. These are the biological weapons that the Seven Nations Alliance deployed on the battlefield—bipedal wyverns. They are bipedal, winged, dragon-like creatures, but they are not true dragons, but dragon beasts. Although their bloodline is not pure, they are well-suited for low-altitude flight and ground warfare.

They fought like demons, snatching Lucerne soldiers from mid-air, grabbing them and dropping them to their deaths, or devouring them in the sky; traces of their cannibalism could be seen everywhere.

Besides wyverns, there are also sandworms, creatures that can burrow through the hardened permafrost of the far north. They thrive in the less rugged battlefields of Asgard.

The Lucerne soldiers could feel the ground shaking beneath their feet from time to time. Then they would see the sand dunes suddenly shatter or a section of solid ground suddenly collapse. Eyeless predators covered in scales would emerge from the ground like giant snakes, bite the Lucerne soldiers, and then, amidst the swirling yellow sand, these terrifying monsters would burrow back into the ground.

On the vast battlefield, sand dunes were shattered and the ground collapsed everywhere. Sand dunes rose and fell like mud, leaving the entire plain riddled with holes. The Lusset army suffered terribly.

This is what the original scene should have looked like.

But on the battlefield in the rear.

Aaron plunged the black sword into the ground: "[Black Abyss - Void]—"

A black domain unfolded beneath his feet, instantly covering an area of ​​several kilometers. Above the domain, all the bipedal dragons, all the soldiers, and all the sandworms felt a sense of impending doom.

The next moment, they felt the sand beneath their feet slowly sinking. Then, before they could react, they all felt a tremendous weight on their bodies. They looked up and saw huge black orbs of light in the sky. These orbs seemed to be formed by some kind of gravitational force, and they were the core of the domain.

The next moment, the ground in the domain collapsed, and thousands of creatures, including wyverns, sandworms, and soldiers, within a radius of several kilometers of Aaron's domain all fell to the ground. A black ball of light erupted on the huge battlefield, instantly annihilating thousands of enemies.

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The entire allied forces of the seven nations on the rear battlefield were driven mad by the man who had broken in. He killed all the dragons, defeated all the giants, and kept doing incredible things. Some thought that this was his limit and that he would soon fall, but he always did something even more incredible.

Now, he has become a demon god on the battlefield, turning the entire battlefield upside down. The original plans on the battlefield have disappeared, and everyone's goals have changed. All the powerful superhumans in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance have launched a frenzied attack on him. Their battlefield has changed from advancing horizontally to how to stop him.

The man in the tattered, charred black robe stood at the center of the battlefield. The scene was frozen on the moment when countless powerful superhumans rushed towards him. The man in the center of the battlefield pulled out the black knife stuck at his feet, stood up from the thick fog, and danced wildly with both the black and white knives in his hands. He swept across the entire battlefield like a hurricane, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that demonic figure.

"Please, someone stop him! Please, someone stop him!"

Let's go back to the beginning.

Those who could participate in the Seven Nations Alliance Battle were all powerful superhumans within the Seven Nations Alliance, but everyone on the battlefield went mad, attacking that black figure by any means necessary.

Suddenly, the sound of a train whistle came from the thick fog on the battlefield. Everyone on the battlefield was stunned. This was clearly a plain, where all the trees had been cut down and all the railways had been destroyed. The nearest railway and train were dozens of miles away. How could the sound of a train come from the battlefield? Were they just hallucinating?

But they soon discovered that it wasn't an illusion, because there really was the sound of a train in the thick fog. Then people witnessed an incredible scene: the locomotive, dozens of meters high, whistled as it broke through the thick fog, with the train body, hundreds of meters long, like a giant black python, behind it.

Then people suddenly remembered that this was the Jormungandr train of the Seven Nations Alliance, which was known as the most advanced train in the world. It was equipped with the most advanced technology in the world, and the entire train was made of refined iron. It could even break through mountains when necessary.

The Seven Nations Alliance relied on this train, hundreds of meters long and with a carrying capacity far exceeding expectations, to transport soldiers, creatures, weapons, and countless supplies from the seven nations to the front lines of Asgard. It can be said that without the Jormungandr train, the Seven Nations Alliance would not have been able to wage this war at all.

But then they saw the dreamlike Jormungandr train appear on the plains battlefield, and even in the sky. Were they dreaming? But seeing the engine dozens of meters high and the seemingly endless train carriages, they knew it wasn't a dream. Someone had really brought the Jormungandr train to the battlefield.

It was a madwoman from Castleland who did this. She was known as a madwoman in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. When she saw Aaron ruthlessly killing the giants and dragons on the battlefield, she finally went completely insane and did something that no one expected.

She actually managed to move the Jormungandr train, which was dozens of kilometers away, over. No one knew what her ability was or how she did it. She even moved the train from the air, and when she moved the train, the Jormungandr still maintained its starting potential.

As the Jormungandr landed on the ground, the train whistled loudly, and the thick fog on the train broke through the clouds. The superhuman who brought the train stood on the train laughing wildly and steered it toward Aaron in the center of the battlefield.

This is a strategy that inflicts heavy damage on both sides, because when she summons the train to travel across the battlefield, the train first crushes countless friendly troops. And those things crushed by the train cannot stop its advance at all. They are like pebbles under the rails, unable to stop the train. This is a train that can pull 100,000 tons! When it charges towards you, its momentum is more terrifying than any other charge in the world.

That extraordinary individual from Castleland was indeed a talent. No one expected her to bring the Jormungandr train. It was a risky move, a move only a madman would think of, but it was terrifying. Even the man who had killed countless Titans and dragons didn't think he could withstand the train's impact. He was covered in wounds, having faced a full-scale attack from the Seven Nations Alliance on the battlefield. And as long as he was human, he would eventually tire. People believed that perhaps the Jormungandr train could really defeat him.

The massive train roared across the battlefield, and everyone, whether aware of it or not, watched this scene. Aaron also stared at the train rushing towards him like a python. Because of the train, all his enemies had disappeared. In the entire world, it seemed as if he was the only one facing that train, while the one controlling the train stood on the train laughing wildly.

Instead of running away as many expected, Aaron didn't even try to avoid it; instead, he went against the flow of the train! What?! Everyone stared in shock at this scene. What was he going to do?!

In an instant, the black longsword in his hand flowed with a black flame-like radiance. In his hand, the Black Abyss seemed to become ethereal, and the entire longsword transformed into black light, instantly becoming a sword tens of meters long. Aaron, with his human body, charged towards the train, his speed even exceeding that of the train. He roared as he charged towards the train, trying to stop it with his own strength? What difference was there between that and a mantis trying to stop a chariot? Yet this man had just killed countless dragons and giant soldiers dozens of times his size; no one knew where his limits lay.

Aaron's roar was quickly drowned out by the wind, and his figure disappeared in the charge. All people could see was the single slash he unleashed—a slash that cleaved mountains and seas. The moment the blade struck the train, it split the massive train in two, and the resulting shockwave blew everything around it away! This was a scene unlike any other in history; no one had ever witnessed it up close. The black light that erupted swallowed everything like a giant black hole!

Only those standing at a great distance could see the enormous black sphere of light suddenly appear on the plain. The black sphere of light briefly dispelled the thick fog, so even those at a great distance witnessed the awe-inspiring scene. They did not know what had happened, but based on their distance from the battlefield, they could deduce that the enormous black sphere of light that appeared on the battlefield was hundreds of meters high. Otherwise, given their distance from the battlefield, it would have been impossible for them to see the sphere of light so clearly.

But not just one black orb appeared, but several. If they were on that battlefield, they would know that it was just the aftershock of a single slash. That slash completely destroyed the Jormungandr train, and the aftershock spread a thousand meters away. Everything in the path of that slash was destroyed, and a thousand-meter-long trench appeared on the ground.

This was an extreme blow in the entire history of humankind. Fortunately, everyone who witnessed this scene in life had disappeared. The attack on Aaron that the seven-nation alliance had just organized could be said to have failed at this moment, and the frenzied attack on Aaron also disappeared.

The people on the battlefield were even showing signs of wanting to flee. Even the ramming of the Jormungandr couldn't destroy him. If they went up there, they would only become casualties. People were howling and trying to get away from that person, but no one noticed that when that person was carrying out his horrific slaughter, he turned around and glanced back at Esgard.

No one could decipher the expression on his face, but like a dragon turning its head, he began to advance towards the front lines where Lucerne's army was located.

Chapter 106 Hunting the King of Knights

Shells rained down in dense bursts, the explosions sounding as if the whole world was collapsing. The sky was filled with the silhouettes of two-legged dragons, like demons from hell roaming the low skies, their lantern-like eyes and the buzzing of their wings filling the air.

These wyverns were not particularly strong; each Lusset soldier could kill several of them, but their numbers seemed endless.

At first, they had a significant advantage over the wyverns, but when the soldiers began to tire, it gave the wyverns an opportunity to take advantage.

Wyverns are creatures driven by bloodlust, and they are also extremely despicable. They specialize in attacking weak enemies. Once you are injured or show signs of fatigue, they will suddenly attack you from behind at low altitude, snatch you up into the sky, and once one wyvern has obtained a trophy, a dozen wyverns will swarm over and devour the captured person directly in the sky. All people can see is the person being devoured struggling in the sky, with blood mixed with their "leftovers" falling all over the ground.

A female soldier in Lucerne's uniform knelt on the ground, panting. Compared to those who were being devoured in the sky, she was lucky; she had already shot down more than a dozen wyverns. But Lady Luck couldn't always be on her side. She was now exhausted and forced to retreat far from her companions. Several wyverns had already set their sights on her in the thick fog.

She had no regrets about surviving until now. Even the Omniscient Knight and the Blazing White Knight were being killed one after another. As an unknown soldier in the military, it was a miracle that she had survived this long. The female soldier silently gripped the grenade in her hand. She didn't want to be caught in the sky and devoured, that would be too painful. So she prepared to perish together with those wyverns. At this moment, she was silently waiting for those wyverns hidden in the mist to catch her.

Even as death approached, she was still filled with fear. She thought of her parents and the people in the city, and how regrettable it was that she couldn't see them one last time.

The wyverns, unable to suppress their bloodlust, emerged from the thick fog. They looked at the female soldier as if she were a piece of fresh flesh, and she collapsed to the ground like a wounded doe.

But they didn't realize that the injured doe was not harmless; she had silently extended her claws, ready to tear a piece of flesh from these predators as well.

The wyvern plummeted straight down from the sky like a swooping eagle, its target the female soldier's throat. Although wyverns were lowly creatures, they were masters of flight, and the female soldier had no way to dodge. Even if she still had the strength, she would have half her body torn off by the swooping wyvern. All she could do was use her fingers to pull the pin on the grenade.

A demonic figure descended from the sky, a white longsword rising up and severing the body of the two-legged wyvern in half. Then he turned around, his figure rising like a demon, swinging his sword into the air, causing a violent explosion in the sky. The female soldier knelt behind the man, and a fiery sonic cone appeared behind her.

It was Aaron who had been rescuing or helping Lucerne soldiers all the way back from the battlefield. Sometimes he was in time, and sometimes he was too late and could only watch helplessly as the soldiers in front of him were torn apart.

After rescuing the female soldier, he rushed to the next battlefield without saying a word, because similar things were happening all over the battlefield. He couldn't even get the female soldier to a safe place, because there was no safe place on the battlefield. He even knew in his heart that what he did was not to save the female soldier, but only to delay her death, because this was the battlefield.

Because his senses were so acute, as he turned to leave, he saw the female soldier kneeling behind him mouth "Thank you" to his retreating figure.

Aaron felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he forced himself not to think about it and silently ran towards the next battlefield, hoping to save more people.