Glory for Yourself
——Mido family motto
Outside Zichuan City, the brutal fighting was still going on. Jon waved the cold banner, and blood flowers bloomed as the spear danced.
Boom boom boom!
Magical attacks fell on the ground like raindrops. The soldiers fighting on the battlefield were as small as ants. The intensive magic bombardment tore them into pieces.
Yu Paro's Scarlet Flame Knights and the Council's Golden Rose Knights turned into two sharp blades, piercing through the military formations of the Frost Empire and the Church of Dawn. The fate of the soldiers who lost their formation was doomed.
In the sky, several magic circles completely trapped Leatinas, and sealing runes "crawled" all over the woman who was fighting against a thousand enemies alone.
The strongest people who control the magic circle are at least level seven. Although Leatinas is more powerful than the legends who have embarked on the path to godhood, she is still no match.
"Storm is finally going to fall..."
The Pope of Dawn pointed the golden spear in his hand to the sky, and his magic power and fighting spirit merged into one, transforming into a terrifying golden light, which pierced the heart of the bound Leatinas with one blow.
Snap!
Cracks covered Laetinas's body. After she roared unwillingly, her body began to weather away, leaving only a piece of clear crystal and a jade skull.
boom!
After the sky magic circle collapsed and Laiadinas fell, people from different forces tore their faces apart and fought for the godhead and bones left behind by Laiadinas.
Pope Dawn reacted the fastest, quickly collecting the divine bones. He then slapped the divine nature into the distant sky. The legends looked at the divine bones in his hand unwillingly, and all chased after him to fight for the divine nature.
The battle on the ground also ended. The high-level forces of the parliament did not participate in the siege of Leatinas, and quickly cooperated with the army to achieve victory, but this was meaningless.
"Looks like you lost."
Pope Dawn led the powerful men of the Dawn Church and the Frost Empire to surround the Parliament and the Royal Legion.
They had to gather together, the former enemies huddled back to back, and put aside their past grudges in the name of Zilaner.
"Youhan Qiongwen, why do you say something different from what I said?"
The head of the Sudin family questioned Youhan Qiongwen. It was he who said that they participated in this plan because they had the support of the God of Storms, but why did it become like this? Her appearance was more like a joke.
"It was a huge gamble, and we just lost."
Yohan Jonwen calmly raised his sword and pointed it at the Pope of the Dawn who was looking down at them, then grinned and smiled at Jon Zilaner beside him.
"I was forced to do this on the night of the snowstorm. How about I take the blame for this?"
Jon remained speechless, glancing at the soldiers following him. His expressionless face etched him as he spoke: "The Jonwen family motto says: The sword moves with the momentum; it lies when the wind stops. That's what you said when I begged you, isn't it? Now it seems your momentum is no more than that."
Yohan Qiongwen's pupils dilated rapidly, and he said in disbelief: "You...you are...Ashe."
"This land will eventually be ruled by someone with the blood of the Zilaner King. We are willing to serve as their vanguard and pave the way."
Jon Purplelanr, or rather, Ashe Midor disguised as Jon Purplelanr, sweeps the banner of many powerful men into the sky.
"For Zilaner!"
With no way to retreat, the crowd roared a battle cry. The mages waved their staffs in unison, and a magic circle surrounded the most powerful Pope of Dawn.
There are three legends in the sky, two of them are from the Church of Dawn and one is from the Frost Empire. Among them, the Pope of Dawn is a legend who has embarked on the path to godhood. For Zi Laner, who has no legends, it is like a gap between heaven and earth.
boom!
The Pope of Dawn swung his spear and shattered the siege circle that was closing in on him. Terrifying energy gathered at the tip of the spear, but he did not shoot at the ground, but instead struck at the legend of the Frost Empire.
This is just an ordinary legend. For the Pope of Dawn who is on the path to godhood, he can beat ten such legends.
puff!
The Legend of the Frost Empire was instantly seriously injured, and then the Legend of Dawn standing behind him came to finish him off, smashing his head with a palm.
Puff puff puff!
The people of the Dawn Church received the signal and suddenly attacked the powerful Frost Warrior beside them. Countless corpses fell from the sky like dumplings.
This sudden change caused Youhan Qiongwen, who was charging, to stop his horse and stand there in a daze, at a loss.
"Your Holiness, Barry Randolph has escaped."
Two Legends of the Dawn appeared with a blood-soaked group of knights, with a human head hanging on the Holy Banner of the Dawn. It was the Legend of the Frost that Xia Lan saw sitting in the army in the valley, and Tone Sudin followed the two Legends of the Dawn flatteringly.
"It's okay, we caught a bigger fish."
Pope Chenxi's eyes turned towards the top of Zichuan City. Feng Linshuang Gulosore was slumped on the ground in a daze.
This dazzling change made him deeply understand the lessons Xia Lan taught him, and also realized how ridiculous he was before.
"Father, you didn't wear the mask properly, so you lost."
The Frost Empire and the Church of Dawn helped them to clear out the remnants of Zilaner before stabbing him in the back, but it was obvious that their greed made them a step slower.
Pope Dawn landed on the top of the city wall, and Toné Soutine rolled and crawled up, kneeling at his feet like a dog.
"From now on, this land is no longer the back garden of other nations, but the true pasture of our Lord. Anyone who peeks will die."
In front of everyone, Pope Dawn placed the Purple Laner Crown, which had been vacant for fourteen years, on Tone Sudin's head.
"Always be loyal to my Lord."
Tone Soutine looked up at the Pope of the Dawn fanatically, which made the man under the golden mask look satisfied.
"The new king of Zilaner, do what you want."
Pope Dawn gently pulled Tone Sudin up, stepped over the still dazed Feng Linshuang Gulosore and came to the battlements, then gave his seat to Tone Sudin.
The besieged people watched all this silently, waiting for any further changes, but no miracle happened.
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