A red carpet was laid out, lights illuminated the hall, and solemn prayers flowed through every corner.
Hundreds of priests prayed, bestowing blessings upon the knights who were going to war.
Before the statue of Vulcan, a rough-looking knight with bird's nest-like hair knelt on one knee before an old man in white robes.
“General Anmon, His Majesty’s dispatch of you to the North is also the will of the gods.”
The sage spoke, a hint of worry showing on his solemn face: "Even if the demons try their best to obstruct it, they will stop the forging of the Sword of Victory."
"Hehe, don't worry, Sage. With me, Anmon, in charge, I will definitely crush that lowly Harvest Divine Court!"
Ammon was filled with fighting spirit and full of confidence.
Upon hearing this, the sage shook his head and expressed his inner worries: "I used a divine oracle to perform a prophecy. There is great danger on the northern battlefield. Although it will not directly harm you, you must be on guard."
“My sage, I, Anmon, have fought for the empire for over a hundred years and have seen many storms. With your foresight, the Divine Court will surely be caught off guard.”
"No, you don't understand how terrifying the sword of victory can be."
The sage interrupted the other's self-praise and sighed, "That is a magical artifact that can create advantages for oneself invisibly, and correspondingly, our disadvantages."
"This advantage began to take effect the moment it was forged, and with the secret assistance of the Hall of Heroes, this method was concealed. In the end, we were still a step too late."
"The Sword of Victory has such power?" Amon was stunned.
The white-robed sage nodded, a hint of helplessness showing on his solemn face:
"The garrison in the Mickey Mountains has been ambushed by the Nightmare Demon King's army, which has intercepted the Knights Alliance's peak combat power."
"The cunning demon god's assassins infiltrated the Alliance's intelligence department. The attack occurred suddenly last night, causing widespread communication outages. The news has only just reached me..."
"Not only the Knights Alliance, but also the three enforcers of the Tower of Horus, as well as the various tower masters, were all tied up by a series of major events and could not spare the time."
Anmon trembled a few times, his face filled with shock.
This kind of bugged artifact, even while still in the forging stage, can already interfere with Saint-level professionals!
If it is successfully forged, Arthas, who will be resurrected wielding the divine sword, will be terrifying to the Middle-earth and to the gods!
"In fact, a large part of all this was orchestrated by Valhalla behind the scenes."
"Of course, the gods couldn't have been inactive in forging the Sword of Victory in the North."
"Anmon, this divine core is for you. It has three chances to unleash the power of the God of Fire. Seize the opportunity and thwart the Divine Court's plan."
"Yes, yes, I will certainly live up to the expectations of His Majesty and the Wise Man."
Watching Amon walk out of the Church of Vulcan with a dazed expression, the Sage strolled to the balcony with his hands behind his back.
He stared at the deep darkness of the night, where the ocean rose and fell slowly, the rising tides lapping against the rocks on the shore.
When entrusting the task to Amon, he naturally concealed many things in order not to dampen morale.
"What exactly are they trying to do?"
...
Behind the solidified flames, Anmon stared blankly, his eyes glazed over.
He staggered a few steps, his body stiffened, and he suffered a severe mental blow; even the Angry Birds scattered on their own.
"Get out of here!"
He roared, and his blood energy erupted like a furnace, startling everyone around him.
"Lord Anmeng!"
"My lord, he has exhausted every last bit of strength; we still have a chance!"
"Let's create an opportunity for Lord Amon!"
The crowd roared and, with the help of the divine fire shield erected by Anmeng, withstood the onslaught of the light waterfall, preparing to launch a counterattack.
The golden magic energy was severely depleted, and the protective light membrane was teetering on the brink of collapse under the devastating attack, but it could still hold on for a while.
"Bang!"
The divine fire shattered, and a waterfall of light rushed in, instantly turning the three extraordinary beings who were preparing to retaliate into a bloody mist!
Furthermore, the restrictive power contained within the waterfall of light prevented them from reviving, causing their complete demise!
"No!"
Anmon's eyes widened, bloodshot, filled with anguish.
Those who survived by sheer luck focused all their efforts on building up their defenses and comforted An Meng.
The light waterfall's impact lasts only a short time, but for them, it feels like an eternity.
Under the pressure of life and death, they activated their potential to resist the railgun's destructive power.
...
"call out!"
The greatsword, suspended high in the void, gleamed with golden light!
A burst of sword energy tore through the waterfall of light, causing it to explode on the spot!
The cascading light was shattered into several pieces, greatly reducing the pressure on the superhumans, but a slight chill ran through their hearts.
The gods have awakened!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
In the deep crater filled with molten lava and crystallized glass, Fei Lan, driven by battle intent, knelt on the ground and slowly rose to his feet.
He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, but forced himself to laugh heartily, dryly, and with complex emotions.
The gods intervened and successfully resurrected him.
So what if there are variables!
Despite the repeated obstruction from the three great duchies, Valhalla, the demon race, and the powerful forces of the Middle Kingdom, what can they do?!
after all,
They are merely stepping stones for the rise of my Divine Court.
Brilliant golden light, like starlight, drifted down from the horizon, bathing Ferran in its glow.
"Victory and glory!"
The serpent priest's face stiffened, his voice trembled, and his eyes held a complex expression.
Even the demon general's counterattack cannon, with its immense power, couldn't kill this monster!
"High Priest, our plan... has failed."
The general standing to the side said regretfully.
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