Low Dimensional Game

Chapter 188 - A Battle for the Epics (IV)

Chapter 188: A Battle for the Epics (IV)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“The commander of the Allied Coalition wishes for an audience!” A cavalry arrived under the banner of Verthandi and bowed to her.

“We accept!” Verthandi wore a pure white cloak with a silver skirted armor. Countless knights and soldiers of the Holy Seville Empire gathered around her. The entire scene resembled a mythical epic.

The two sides glared at each other, as dark clouds loomed in the sky. The wind above the plains blew and screamed, causing the battle flag to wave rigorously. Then, the horn sounded, signaling the beginning of the war.

The two sides faced off around the city. The neutral zone in the center divided the forces for several kilometers. They looked at each other across the horizon, while their forces spread out across the hillsides.

Within the oppressing atmosphere, people could not help but swallow hard as they held their weapons and shields. The number of troops had now become meaningless.

In the middle of the two sides, dozens of cavalry units rushed out. Their long cloaks that dragged behind them fluttered like banners.

Their horses neighed as they continued to accelerate and gallop towards the center of the battlefield. Verthandi pulled back on her reins and waved her hand. Immediately, the cavalry pulled to a stop.

Under the watchful gazes of both armies, the Saintess of the human army and the supreme commander of the Holy Seville Empire met. The two women eyed each other.

This was the first time they had met in person. The Saintess Kelly wore a human-styled armor under her scarlet gold-rimmed cloak. The sigil of the sun was engraved on the white mask, which covered Saintess Kelly’s face and made her look quite mysterious.

“So, you are her Holiness, Saintess Kelly of the Church of Light?” Verthandi clutched the reins tight, while she looked at the mask on Saintess Kelly’s face. She immediately recognized it as the legendary divine artifact, the Mask of Faross!

Saintess Kelly looked at Verthandi’s face and the Sword of the King at her waist, then said, “Emperor Will Eranbell of Holy Seville Empire? You look different than what I imagined!”

Verthandi frowned, then looked at Saintess Kelly and said, “I hope you can retreat. This matter is between the Holy Seville Empire and the Crete Empire. You don’t have to be involved.”

Saintess Kelly shook her head. “No, this is not just a matter between you and the Crete Empire. You have done enough. I can assure you that the Crete Empire, Emperor Zolman II, Tembor and Tito will all be punished accordingly. I hope that you can stop here and lead the army of the Holy Seville Empire to withdraw from the kingdom of humankind!”

Verthandi shook her head. “That’s impossible. Not only will Zolman II, Tembor, and Tito be executed, but the Crete Empire will belong to the Holy Seville Empire.”

The expression of Saintess Kelly gradually became cold. “You are the Orc King, chosen by God, but this is the kingdom of mankind. You should not get involved. Retreat, or there will be war!”

The tension in the atmosphere increased exponentially. The plains were so quiet, one could hear the sound of the wind and the fluttering of the flags.

The two women remained silent. The wind picked up under the dark clouds, while everyone watched the negotiation.

What happened next depended solely on the choices of these two commanders. One had the blood of God and the other was an Orc King with the divine authority to rule. They were the protagonists of this war and heroes of this continent!

“I refuse!” Verthandi insisted.

She couldn’t possibly ask her impassioned troops to retreat right now. After all, the orcs had been suffering in the barren northern lands for a long time, and the fertile land of the center plains had long been coveted by Holy Seville.

Saintess Kelly nodded and said, “I hope you won’t regret this!”

The two sides immediately returned to their respective sides, accompanied by dozens of knights. After that, the two armies immediately prepared to charge.

The soldiers drew their swords and readjusted their helmets, then kissed their sacred ornaments and offered prayers to God. The knights covered their visors and adjusted their spears.

Both sides knew that this war was inevitable. One could see a myriad of expressions on these soldier’s faces, ranging from passion and fear to fanaticism and piety. Regardless of whether they were orcs or humans, no one knew if they would survive or how this war would end.

After all of the preparations were made, both armies charged forward. A wild stampede ensued, the thundering of the horses’ hooves feeling like the very continent beneath their feet was being torn asunder. Thus began the biggest war that Alen had ever seen!

“For God!”

“In the name of God!”

“Defend God’s Glory!”

Both sides uttered their battle cries as the enemy side approached. All of their eyes filled with murderous intent as the two sides collided.

The cavalry was positioned at the front, and many knights fell from their horses or got wounded while riding upon their steeds. The long spears interspersed with each other, while flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The infantry then caught up and made a second wave attack. Their round shields smashed against the enemy’s square shields, while battle axes and the broadswords interlaced. Whenever any of the soldiers was cut down, others rushed up to fill the space.

All of the troops met at the center, the entire regiment of the army constantly slamming together, like the top and bottom jaws of a tiger, split between humans and orcs. It looked exactly like the battle from a thousand years ago that occurred between Golden King Ahenaten and Wolf King Costa. Once again, this had re-initiated a battle of destiny between races.

In the middle of the battlefield, the first major battle was fought between the Priest Corps under Saintess Kelly’s command and the Northern Knights, who were led by Verthandi. This were followed by a battle between the Knights of Light with their Church Corps against the Holy Knights Corps that were led by eight Holy Knights.

Saintess Kelly was the first to collide with Emperor Verthandi of the Holy Seville Empire. The flag of The Church of Light on Kelly’s spear stood still, and a golden streak shone at the center of the battlefield.

Verthandi’s cloak danced in the breeze and the Sword of the King lit up with mysterious runes, emitting a radiant light that tore through the sky.

“The Realm of God!”

“The Realm of God!”

As the two sides shouted the exact war cry at the same time, a spiritual domain unfolded instantly around them. The clash of the powers had clearly caused a dramatic meteoric impact, which had caused the entire area to be torn apart.

A large number of knights were killed immediately, while another group of Holy Knights and priests used divine incantations to protect themselves. With the protection of Verthandi and Saintess Kelly’s areas of control, they had managed to preserve their lives.

All of those people who were standing inside the capital were amazed, their jaws agape. The power of these two was as clear as day! Then, occupying the center of the entire battlefield, the crowd saw two giant balls of light collide, sending up a puff of smoke and that covered the entire battlefield.

“Is this the power of God?”

“Oh my God!”

“Bless Her Highness Saintess Kelly!”

Looking at this shocking scene, everyone began to fear for their lives, since it would only take one of those hits to erase the city from existence! After all, Verthandi and Kelly were far stronger than when they had first obtained the artifacts. However, since their powers seemed to stem from the same source, they negated each other.

As the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield were shrouded in dust, the fighting paused. No one knew what to do. They looked to the center of the battlefield at the fight between Saintess Kelly and Verthandi. Then, the smoke scattered, revealing the two, standing in the sky.

The pair’s Realms of God overlapped, then pushed against each other in undulating waves. Images of golden chains appeared in the sky behind Saintess Kelly, which she shaped into a writhing, interlocking platform.

“Chain of God!” she yelled, as chains surrounded and entangled Verthandi from all directions.

Meanwhile, Verthandi’s realm slowly revolved around her, forming a pulsing white light. Under Verthandi’s command, the Sword of the King shot through like a burning comet, breaking through the chains. The two then shot through the air, constantly intertwining with and attacking one another, while piercing through the dark clouds like living Gods.

At this point, Bohr Kelermo and his protege Edward arrived. They now observed the flashing blurs in the sky from a distance, finally witnessing the power of these divine artifacts.

“Perhaps only a level seven mythical wizard can match their powers!”

“Can a divine artifact alone really increase a person’s power to this level? Into the realm of the gods?”

“As wizards, we aim to discover the truths of this world, but there is still such a long journey ahead of us!”

Although Bohr Kelermo had reached level four in his witchcraft, if he were to join the fight, he was sure that he would not be able to withstand a single normal blow from either of two, not to mention their signature attacks from the Realm of God or the Judgment of Light! Thinking about how limited his witchcraft was, Bohr Kelemo suddenly recalled Instructor Anthony’s words.

He had asked, “Who do you think you are? Who do you think God is? Do you see yourselves as being the followers of God? Do you think God needs your prayers? To God, you are nothing. Do you think God would care about whether ants looked at Him with respect or rage?”

Bohr sighed and lowered his head, then mumbled, “We have a long way to go on the path to the truth!”

In the skies, the powers of the gods criss-crossed as they lit up the earth. The clanging of the chains echoed as the Sword of the King continued to clash with them. The war continued fiercely on the ground, while the humans and the orcs fought each other to a standstill.

The priests and the Northern Knights showed the fearsome powers that were held by military forces with special abilities. White light flashed everywhere as they tore through the battlefield. Though they were few in number, the intensity and danger level of the battle here far surpassed all of the other areas of the battlefield.

On the other side of the battlefield, another fight attracted the attention of a large number of people. It was a battle being waged between an armored knight, who was wielding a long spear, and an old king, who was riding a black dragon.

Delmedi had been in charge of a small platoon of Holy Knights. As soon as she saw the huge black dragon, she arrogantly chose it as her opponent. As such, the huge dragon immediately pulled her into a difficult battle. In order to protect her, as she was the child of the emperor, the Holy Knights joined the battle.

“Roar!”

“I’ll kill you!”

The roar of the dragon, followed by Delmedi’s furious battlecry, officially began the battle. Delmedi’s forehead shone brightly and the surface of her body was covered with a layer of white scales. She was clearly stretching the power of her dragonglass to its limit.

The dragon spewed a scorching flame, which was immediately blocked by a huge ice shield. Delmedi constantly rushed forward, her silver spear aimed directly at the black dragon.

The black dragon’s flame and its ability to control fluids instantly killed many knights and their horses by quickly drawing out their blood. Yet, these tactics were useless against Delmedi, who had strong dragon-like regenerative powers that allowed her to resist them.

Delmedi then used her immense abilities to forcefully battle the dragon, without losing the advantage. In fact, she found it surprisingly easier for her to deal damage to the dragon due to the flexibility of her small stature.

Large ice spears and ice shards continually fell from the sky, piercing the closest human soldiers. The old king Rooney, who was riding on the dragon, could not keep up with her. He had tried to hold off Delmedi and the huge amount of charging Holy Knights, but could not.

In the end, Delmedi rushed onto the dragon and pierced her long spear into Rooney’s skull, hitting him right between his eyes. The legendary king, Dragon Tamer Rooney Elvis, had died on the battlefield!

The soldiers and knights of Kingdom of Rosa d’Oro all stared at the body of their legendary king in its pitiful state. They were so filled with emotion, they roared...

“Kill her!”

“Avenge the king!”

“Kill her!”

“Revenge!”

The human knights and soldiers of the Kingdom of Rosa d’Oro rushed forward, determined to kill Delmedi.

“I am the child of the Holy Seville Empire Emperor, Will Eranbell, and I will be the next emperor of the Empire! You seek to tarnish my father’s glory. Go to h*ll!” Delmedi tossed the body of Dragon Tamer Rooney down and laughed wildly.

She then continued to fight with the soldiers of Kingdom of Rosa d’Oro, while the Holy Knights fought closely by her side. The Black Dragon then took Rooney Elvis’s body away, soaring off into the horizon. This legendary king, who seemed to always have destiny on his side, had finally died!