On the street,
Camelo, clad in armor, stood out from the era's style. In this world of guns and cannons, knights and armor had long become obsolete.
"A knight?"
"Is retro popular lately?"
Passersby cast surprised and curious glances. Nevertheless, Camelo was extremely handsome; none of the twelve knights had an ordinary appearance.
Each was a favorite of the heavens.
Nearby,
Rosinante was frantically wiping the cold sweat from his brow. The good news was that he had proven the existence of power exceeding the ordinary.
He had even personally resurrected a legendary figure. The bad news was that he had revived a thousand-year-old major historical figure and didn't know how to handle the situation.
Someone, please save me!!
Rosinante screamed internally.
Camelo observed the unfamiliar surroundings and asked a question that made Rosinante tremble: "What era is this? How fares the Firenze Empire now?"
"..."
After a moment's hesitation,
Rosinante closed his eyes and relayed the information, hoping the legendary knight wouldn't react too strongly: "It is currently the year 1680. The Firenze Empire was destroyed a thousand years ago."
"..."
Hearing this,
Camelo fell silent. Although he had prepared himself mentally, hearing the outcome firsthand was still somewhat disheartening. Recalling the empire's former glory, it had now turned to dust.
"So much time has passed."
Rosinante suddenly realized something. How long would this arcane art last? Would it continue indefinitely?
He asked Camelo,
"Sir Camelo, what do you intend to do after being resurrected?"
At this,
Camelo's heavy footsteps struck Rosinante's heart like a hammer. He said, "We all swore an oath to dedicate our lifelong loyalty and strength to our Empress, to the Firenze Empire."
Rosinante shivered slightly. He had a very bad feeling.
"But the Firenze Empire has fallen!"
"No."
Camelo stopped, raising his head to look at the sky.
"Not yet."
Before Rosinante could grasp the meaning of Camelo's action, a powerful figure descended from the sky, generating a massive shockwave upon impact.
Boom!
A large crater appeared in the ground; the strong wind of the impact tossed Rosinante several meters away, leaving him disoriented.
In an instant,
Clang!
A longsword was unsheathed, its blade cleaving the ground in a long, thin scar before striking towards the sky, splitting the entire sky in two.
Boom!
A deafening roar.
After everything subsided, Rosinante finally saw the scene before him. Seeing it, he froze on the spot, staring in disbelief.
The sky.
It had been cleaved in two!!!
"Is this real...?"
He knew the Empire's twelve knights were powerful; legends repeatedly spoke of them wielding god-like power. But seeing this unfold before his eyes, he still found it hard to believe.
Incomprehensible.
Utterly incomprehensible.
Looking closer,
He saw a young man clutching his injured shoulder, kneeling before Camelo, his face showing suppressed pain. It was Samuel.
Trouble.
The worst-case scenario had occurred. He was ultimately too late. The reappearance of legendary figures was an incredibly terrifying event for the current era.
Camelo sheathed his sword, completely ignoring Samuel, and walked past him, issuing a warning: "If you try to stop me again, I will sever your head."
Blood dripped from Samuel's arm.
Samuel tried desperately to reason with Camelo, shouting, "Sir, this is not your era. Why not let all things return to dust!"
Camelo ignored him.
He stopped and turned back to Rosinante, asking, "Where is the Firenze throne?"
"!!"
Hearing this,
Samuel's pupils constricted violently, his scalp tingling.
"No… I don't know…"
Rosinante's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, stunned by the sight of Camelo cleaving the sky. He quickly shook his head, trembling and whimpering, "The grand elder might know."
"Thank you."
With a word of thanks,
Camelo left without another word.
The surrounding townsfolk stared in disbelief. At this moment, their long-held worldview was shaken with unprecedented force.
"Just now, that was…"
"..."
More were simply too shocked to speak.
Camelo must not reach the Firenze throne! Otherwise, the consequences would be dire. Samuel, still unable to act, loudly questioned Rosinante,
"Tell me, who gave you the Incantation of Lore!"
Rosinante didn't know who had given him the Incantation of Lore, but the person who had translated the incantation for him was Mei—a crucial point.
Simultaneously,
Mei stood at the classroom entrance, gazing up at the massive cleave in the sky. Such a powerful strike could only be made by Julius or Camelo.
...
Burlington City, the mayor's residence.
When Camelo appeared, many noble figures were attending a banquet at the mayor's house, dressed in luxurious attire and enjoying the revelry.
Within the banquet,
Beautiful noblewomen gathered, conversing softly. Prominent figures engaged in animated discussions, their nobility and status evident.
Unexpectedly,
Boom!
A loud crash echoed from outside the manor. Everyone in the banquet hall was startled but didn't panic. In Burlington, they wouldn't face any danger.
However, much to their surprise, a guard tumbled into the banquet, shouting in extreme terror, "Mr. Mayor, a knight has broken in! We can't stop him!"
"What are the others doing?!"
The mayor set down his wine glass, infuriated. "Even the musketeers can't stop him?"
Just then,
Bang, bang, bang!
The sound of the musketeers firing in unison came from outside, followed by an eerie silence. Then, they saw a knight in retro armor walk in.
"That's him!"
The guard, terrified, covered his head and prostrated himself on the ground. The others hadn't seen, but he had witnessed it firsthand: this knight had cleaved through the iron gate with a single sword strike.
Muskets were useless against him.
"Gentlemen,"
Camelo surveyed the room, a powerful sense of pressure solidifying, making it difficult for the nobles to breathe. "Where is the Firenze throne now?"
The nobles exchanged bewildered glances.
"Madman!"
Such arrogance! The mayor immediately drew the musket from his belt. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a flash of sword light appeared, and Camelo materialized in front of him as if by teleportation.
The pistol in his hand was severed, and the sharp blade rested against the mayor's neck. Only now did the mayor grasp the situation, frozen in place, not daring to move.
Camelo repeated the same question.
"Where is the Firenze throne now?"
...
United Kingdom of Westland, Prime Minister's residence.
"Mr. Prime Minister, urgent news!"
A frantic urgent report interrupted the Prime Minister's enjoyment of his morning tea, shattering the calm of the residence. Accompanying the report was the highest-ranking intelligence officer.
The Prime Minister set down his teacup.
"What is it?"
"Mr. Prime Minister, please see this."
The officer, covered in sweat, presented the report, relaying the situation second by second: "A knight openly appeared on the street, demonstrating destructive power far exceeding the ordinary with just a sword. He subsequently attacked the Burlington mayor's residence."
The Prime Minister put down the report, feeling the world was too absurd to comprehend. Perhaps the intelligence department was making things up, treating him like a fool.
"Camelo?"
He confirmed with the officer.
"Yes."
The officer nodded, still struggling to digest the absurd reality himself: "I know this sounds outlandish, but according to eyewitness accounts at the museum, that knight is the Fifth Knight of the Firenze Empire from a thousand years ago, Camelo. Someone saw his bones grow flesh; he's become a living person!"
A legendary figure revived, openly displaying power on the street, then attacking the Burlington mayor's residence, currently searching for the location of the Firenze throne.
It wasn't that the Prime Minister didn't want to believe the intelligence, but it was genuinely hard to believe. Was this some kind of joke, or were these people having a collective hallucination?
"Mr. Prime Minister, you just need to step outside and look at the sky; you'll understand. The situation is too urgent; we don't have much time to accept this reality."
"Hmm?"
Half-believing, the Prime Minister walked to the window and looked up at the sky, then instantly froze. The blue sky was cleanly cleaved in two.
A massive cut stretching to the horizon.
The Prime Minister was silent for a moment.
"I understand."
The intelligence obtained by higher levels had a certain delay. Before the Prime Minister could act on the order, Camelo had already obtained the specific location of the Firenze throne.
Cannons lined the street, musketeers stood in formation, ready to fire in relays. The air was thick with tension.
A second later,
Camelo's figure appeared. The commander decisively gave the order.
"Fire!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Boom, boom, boom!
White smoke filled the air, obscuring vision. A storm of bullets and cannonballs, like a rain of metal, created a deadly storm.
Azure eyes stared at the scene, showing no attempt to evade. He moved as if through empty space, completely disregarding the hail of bullets.
In the silence,
The wind roared past his ears.
Before the musketeers could react, a frenzied, unstoppable torrent swept over them, obliterating everything in its path.
Boom!
The gust of wind swept the hail of bullets into the sky, along with the terrified screams of the musketeers, before they fell back down like dumplings.
Every knight strictly adhered to their code. These soldiers were merely protecting their nation and people; Camelo would not execute them.
Camelo was a warrior,
But he did not enjoy slaughtering the innocent.
The soldiers had never encountered such an unimaginable scene. Their guns and cannons were useless; their flesh and blood bodies were no match; a single gust of wind could sweep everything away.
How could they fight such a person?
Camelo walked past. The soldiers, completely terrified, scattered and fled. Some remained sprawled on the ground.
"Useless?"
"Yes."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Absolutely not, sir!"
The commanding officer of the Burlington defense force listened to his subordinate's report, bewildered and more so, unable to comprehend. A single person had routed a musketeer squad and artillery unit in one encounter?
What kind of joke was this!
Was that even a person?
A sorcerer?!
He now understood why they had deployed the defense force instead of the police, but who could explain to him what was actually happening?
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Had the world become so strange after waking up?
Although he had received the order to deploy, no one had told him how they were supposed to fight such an enemy, or what the knight's origin and identity were.
Facing the legendary power from a thousand years ago, the power of guns and cannons seemed so weak and helpless. The defense force couldn't even withstand a single blow, collapsing easily.
The Prime Minister's residence.
The officer's expression was grim: "Mr. Prime Minister, our guns and cannons are completely useless against this knight. He even routed the Burlington defense force without drawing his sword."
"..."
The Prime Minister was silent.
Was this the strength of the legendary knights? He couldn't imagine how powerful the Firenze Empire was a thousand years ago, and Camelo was merely one of the twelve knights.
A one-man kingdom conquest…
Perhaps they should be grateful that it wasn't Julius who had revived. But this wasn't the time to think about such things. The Prime Minister asked the officer,
"Time is short. A cabinet meeting is obviously out of the question. Do you have any suggestions?"
"I apologize, I have no idea."
Just then,
Boom!
A figure descended from the sky, crashing through the Prime Minister's residence from the roof to the first floor. The enormous commotion startled the Prime Minister.
"Mr. Prime Minister!"
Before the Prime Minister could react, a Hermitage Society ascetic rushed forward, stating directly, "I need to borrow something from you."
Simultaneously,
"Miss!"
After class, a voice called out to Mei. Turning around, Mei saw Rosinante, with a wounded Samuel by his side.
The moment Samuel saw Mei, he realized the problem was far more complex than he had imagined. He couldn't see through this person at all.
Deeply mysterious, and possessing an incredibly ancient aura—this person was likely a legendary figure from history.
Combining this with Mei's action of translating the Incantation of Lore for Rosinante, Samuel immediately suspected her of being the mastermind behind everything.
Otherwise, he couldn't understand why Mei would translate the Incantation of Lore for Rosinante. She must have realized the arcane art's reality.
Their gazes met; the atmosphere was silent. Rosinante seemed to realize something, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes as he looked at Mei.
Then,
Samuel's face darkened as he questioned Mei, "You're manipulating all of this from behind the scenes, aren't you? Miss, what is your purpose?"
Mei looked at Samuel.
With a hint of nostalgia, she said, "The successors of those court sorcerers, are they? You've endured a lot to contain the mysterious over the years."
Hearing this,
Samuel's expression changed. Even many within the Hermitage Society were unaware of their ancestors' true identity, yet Mei had instantly traced him back to his ancestors.
This was truly unsettling.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Samuel had a truly terrifying suspicion: the person before him might be a figure from the Firenze Empire era, which was a thousand years ago.
Someone who had lived for a thousand years!
This was highly possible.
Ordinary people would never possess such a profound sense of age. If his suspicion was true, Samuel didn't know how to confront such a person.
Mei glanced at Rosinante, then at the sky.
Then turned and left.
"If you want answers, find them yourself."
Samuel could only watch as Mei left. Not only was he currently severely injured, but even if he wasn't, he didn't believe he could do anything to Mei.
This person was unfathomable!
"Samuel!"
Several figures appeared. The Hermitage Society ascetics had finally arrived, bringing with them most of the legendary items collected over the years.
Their opponent was one of the twelve knights of the Firenze Empire.
There was no room for luck!
A drop of milky-white holy spring water dripped onto Samuel's body. Vigorous life force immediately healed all his wounds; they closed completely in an instant.
"Where are the others?"
"They went to intercept that imperial knight."
"Go!"
There was no time for hesitation. Samuel had no time to investigate Mei now. He decisively led several ascetics to join the effort to stop Camelo.
"What about me?"
Rosinante knew he was in deep trouble and didn't know what to do.
"You stay here and wait!"
Boom!
With that,
Samuel and the others immediately harnessed the howling wind and sped away, leaving the students in the classroom gaping, convinced they were hallucinating.
The students exchanged bewildered glances.
"Did I see that right?"
"They flew away?"
"It seems so."
To change the subject.
Camelo moved swiftly. The current era's military was like paper before him. In a short time, he reached the grounds of the Westland Kingdom's Royal Palace.
He moved as if through empty space.
Nothing could stop him. Anyone who tried was simply ignored. He allowed the royal family and others to flee in a panic, paying them no heed.
Until he reached a vast hall.
The Hall of Government.
Before the shift of power to the cabinet and parliament, this had been the place where the king and nobles discussed state affairs. Camelo looked up.
At the far end of the Hall of Government,
Remarkably, it was the throne of the Firenze Empire!
For a moment,
Memories of years past flooded his mind. Time seemed to stand still. Camelo clearly recalled the scene where he and the imperial knights had sworn their allegiance to the Empress before the throne.
His footsteps never faltered. His heavy armor made his steps exceptionally weighty as he marched resolutely toward the throne, raising his right hand.
"Stars filling the sky, illuminate the secrets of this world…"
Boom!
In an instant,
Violent thunder roared. Two lightning bolts, like intersecting spears, struck down, their destructive power instantly collapsing the magnificent Royal Palace.
Rumble!
The palace crumbled, falling debris shaking the ground. Stone rained down like a downpour. The collapsing palace revealed figures in the sky.
Camelo's figure flickered, dodging the lightning strike. His Incantation of Lore was interrupted. Moreover, the enemy arrived, giving him no chance to cast the spell.
"Stop him!"
"Absolutely do not let him cast the Incantation of Lore on the throne, or the consequences will be immeasurable!"
"Everyone else, run for your lives if you don't want to die!!!"
An ascetic shouted.
Boom!
Lightning danced wildly in the sky. The ascetics roared, unleashing all their techniques, relentlessly attacking Camelo, not daring to give him a moment's respite.
However,
These ascetics were, at most, Tier 2. Even the extremely precious holy relics in their hands didn't significantly exceed Tier 2.
A soft wind began to murmur,
Then whipped into a gale.
Boom!
The howling wind roared like a dragon, sweeping up the falling lightning. Legend said Camelo was born in a land of eternal storms, earning him the title "Son of the Wind."
According to legend, and manifested through the Incantation of Lore, he now possessed the power to control fierce winds in the present world. Because the legends of the twelve imperial knights were all incredibly powerful,
Thus,
Camelo now possessed genuine Tier 3 strength.
Boom!
The powerful wind, capable of sweeping away everything, engulfed the area, causing the blue sky to form a colossal vortex.
Against this sheer force of nature, the Royal Palace was instantly pulverized, reduced to ruins. The ascetics, like birds with broken wings, were instantly overwhelmed by the wind and fell helplessly from the sky.
Blood splattered the air.
A small bird flew past, only to drop dead to the ground. This was the law of the Son of the Wind's wild control: nothing could fly against the wind in this part of the sky.
Suddenly,
A sensation of danger, one that made Camelo's hair stand on end, struck him. Recognizing the familiar aura, a look of joy appeared on his face.
Clang!
His sword was drawn.
Several hundred meters away, a flash of light appeared in the air, instantly reaching him. A simple, unadorned arrow pierced through all buildings in its path.
Heading straight for Camelo.
In the courtyard of the Prime Minister's residence,
The ascetic who had drawn the bow and nocked the arrow collapsed onto the ground. He held a blood-red dragon-hunting bow in his hand, and drawing it even once had drained all his strength.
"Hopefully, it has an effect…"
Boom!
The arrow, imbued with the terrifying power of the dragon-hunting bow, struck Camelo precisely. He couldn't evade it; however, the sharp tip was stopped by Camelo's sword.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The force behind the arrow surged out, violently throwing Camelo several kilometers away in a brute display of power, obliterating everything in its path and carving out a massive trench.
Buildings were pulverized.
Rivers were severed.
The scene was incredibly impactful.
"Cough, cough!"
Camelo couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. The longsword in his hand was snapped in two. He looked at his chest; the arrow had pierced his heart.
"Tellugh's arrow, is it…?"
Tellugh.
The eleventh knight of the Firenze Empire. Legend had it that during the internal strife that brought down the Firenze Empire, Camelo had died by Tellugh's arrow.
The Hermitage Society ascetics knew the characteristics of Incantation of Lore well. Those manifested by legend were bound by legend. Camelo might have been struck by Tellugh's arrow by chance during his lifetime.
However,
After this event became part of history and legend, this arrow was Camelo's fated bane, especially when combined with the power of a dragon-hunting bow.
On the ruins,
The severely wounded ascetics were scattered about, staring at the end of the trench. Samuel and the others had finally arrived, their emotions equally tense.
"It must work!"
Under extreme tension, Camelo, who had been motionless at the end of the trench, suddenly lunged forward. The severely wounded ascetics shrieked in terror.
"Samuel! Stop him!!!"
"Do not let him get near the throne!!!"
...
"Gray, what will you do after we've pacified the land?"
"Haha, naturally I'll live a life of revelry, throwing banquets every day. There's so much I haven't tried. It's always good to have everyone together, isn't it? What about you?"
That was before the establishment of the Firenze Empire. Julius had conquered thirty-seven kingdoms single-handedly. The twelve imperial knights had gradually gathered during this time.
Gray asked in return,
The usually quiet and reserved Camelo replied, "Probably continue fighting. As knights, we should be our Empress's sharpest swords. Even after the empire is founded, there will surely still be times when we need to wield our swords."
...
The sharpest sword of the Firenze Empire was Julius, but due to this historical record about Camelo, it was Camelo who was known as the "Sword of Firenze."
Julius often attended to the Empress on the left side of the throne, only gaining a good reputation.
Boom!
The wild wind surged, transforming into a longsword in Camelo's hand. The might of the storm roared endlessly, instantly enveloping all of Burlington.
At this moment,
An unparalleled power pressed down, threatening to utterly destroy everything. The immense pressure felt as if the very sky was collapsing.
Cannot stop him!
Samuel knew without thinking that he couldn't stop Camelo. Not just him alone, but even the entire Hermitage Society combined wouldn't stand a chance.
Nevertheless,
They had to gamble with their lives!
"All out!"
Hum—
Then,
Samuel and the others used every means available at the fastest speed. The power of each holy relic was unleashed, completely isolating the Hermitage Society group and the Firenze throne.
A colossal, transparent barrier formed layers upon layers, seemingly endless and unbreakable. Facing this barrier, Camelo's gaze was resolute; he swung his sword.
Instantly,
Heaven and earth shattered.
A massive column of wind shot towards the sky, tearing through the clouds. In a single instant, the barrier erected by Samuel and the others collapsed.
Boom!
The strong wind brought immense impact, violently ripping a layer of ground from the earth. Nearby buildings were instantly reduced to dust within the storm.
Bricks, stones, mud, and all debris on the streets were swept into the sky. Flying everywhere, the area around the Burlington Royal Palace was completely transformed into ruins.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Samuel and the others crashed to the ground, their injuries so severe they could barely move. Who knew how many bones were broken? Surviving was a miracle.
At this point,
All obstacles were cleared.
Camelo stood calmly before the Firenze throne. His heart had been pierced, undoubtedly at his limit, but even if his final moments lasted only seconds, it was enough.
He raised his right hand towards the Firenze throne.
Ancient history was about to be recreated.
"Stars filling the sky, illuminate the secrets of this world…"
The lengthy incantation, in the silent stillness of heaven and earth, sped through Camelo's mind. Gradually, a palpable sense of pressure appeared in the atmosphere.
Immense.
Weighty.
The aura of ancient times emerged from the river of time. The grandeur and magnificence of a thousand years ago enveloped heaven and earth. The knights' bravery and the civilization's brilliance were vividly before them.
Boom!
The ground was cracking.
The winding river flowing through Burlington City shot into the sky, bridges connecting it like dragons in the firmament. The fierce river water turned into waterfalls flowing upwards, and houses were suspended in mid-air.
People were amazed to find themselves capable of flight, like birds. This scene was identical to the capital of Firenze a thousand years ago.
The townsfolk were astonished, gazing at the unbelievable scene.
"What… what is happening?"
"We're flying?"
"Haha, I can fly!"
Legend had returned!
"Hahaha!"
In one part of Burlington, an old witch doctor burst into laughter: "It's truly nostalgic. I never thought I'd witness this scene again in this era."
With that,
He looked towards the location of the Firenze throne.
"A pity. It would be better if more people died."
...
"Samuel!"
His companion's voice jolted Samuel's fading consciousness. He opened his eyes, and the sight of rivers connected in the sky filled his vision.
His gaze was calm.
The Firenze Empire would revive…
After all,
They were powerless to stop it.
"Samuel!"
His companion, using a weak voice, desperately called out to him. Samuel turned his head. An ascetic covered in blood said to him, "Under no circumstances can the Firenze Empire be allowed to manifest. The current era cannot withstand the empire's power, Samuel. Even a mutually destructive outcome is acceptable here!"
His severe injuries made Samuel's thoughts slightly sluggish. After a moment's hesitation, he understood his companion's meaning.
"I understand."
They had a trump card, but they were unwilling to use this holy relic until the very last moment. Clearly, now was that moment.
Bang!
A statue fell onto the ruins from nowhere. The statue was pure white, its curves both rigid and soft. It was a handsome male figure, with a half-circle halo floating behind him.
A holy relic!
The statue of the Father God from the Church's Holy City!
"Stars filling the sky, illuminate the secrets of this world…"
All the ascetics simultaneously raised their arms, using their last conscious breaths to chant the renowned incantation. Vast, sacred power instantly surged.
Camelo completed the Incantation of Lore chant one step ahead of Samuel and the others. By the time he finished, his consciousness was nearly dispersed.
His arm hung limply.
Just as Camelo was about to fall, a hand rested on his shoulder, injecting him with vigorous life force, and his eyes regained their clarity.
The bright golden hair filled Camelo with nostalgia.
"You've suffered."
Julius patted Camelo's shoulder.
Then,
Clang!
A brilliant sword descended from the sky.
Light flashed.
A cold arrow shot forward.
Next,
A spear that had pierced the sky tore through the firmament and plunged into the ground.
Vast energy enveloped the area. One after another, figures from a thousand years ago reappeared across time and space. A terrifying power carrying the weight of ancient ages.
The twelve knights of the Firenze Empire manifested one by one. Julius grasped the brilliant sword, Gray pulled the spear embedded in the ground, and the cold arrow fell onto a bowstring.
Hum—
Summoned by the Firenze throne, resurrected from legend, the colossal figures of the twelve knights stood guard on either side of the Firenze throne, reaching up to the sky and standing firm on the ground.
The Firenze Empire.
Returned!
In the courtyard,
The Prime Minister and the officer stared blankly up at the massive figures in the sky, feeling an immense sense of shock and impact. "Are these the twelve knights of the Firenze Empire…?"
The Firenze Empire.
It was a legendary empire comparable to the age of mythology.
Facing such power, the Prime Minister couldn't imagine how the present world could possibly resist them. These were simply gods!
"Prime Minister, what can we do now?"
"..."
The Prime Minister was silent for a moment, then said powerlessly, "There's nothing we can do now."
A single Camelo could overturn Burlington, let alone the legendary twelve knights of the Firenze Empire. Judging by this scene,
Not to mention the United Kingdom of Westland, the entire world could not resist this power. The current era's technology hadn't advanced enough to counter the Firenze Empire's might.
The old witch doctor gazed at the Firenze throne, seeing no ruler.
"Indeed."
The throne remains vacant.
This legend had been passed down with the throne. Even with the twelve knights present, it was highly unlikely the figure of the Firenze ruler would appear on the throne.
However,
He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, but he couldn't pinpoint what.
"Something's not right."
The old witch doctor frowned. "Something is very wrong!"
Hum—
Just as everyone thought the reappearance of the twelve knights signaled the end, a dazzling beam of light pierced the sky, shining upon a sacred statue.
Samuel and the others had expended their last ounce of strength and fallen unconscious, but before losing consciousness, they had manifested the power of the Father God statue.
Legend had it that the Church's worshipped deity had once descended upon the world. This statue of the Father God from the Holy City Cathedral possessed the power to summon the Father God's divine might.
At this moment,
The Father God, answering the legend, manifested!
Returning to Apokolips!
However,
The Father God had already been annihilated by Mei, his very essence destroyed. Thus, what manifested now was not the Father God himself.
It was merely the people's imagination condensed from legend, which, with the power of the Incantation of Lore, possessed some of the Church deity's power and memories.
Legend made real.
Regarding the Church deity, exaggerated descriptions like creating worlds and opening the universe were not included. Only the widely circulated stories served as the original. After being manifested by the Incantation of Lore, the power was ironically weakened.
Reaching only the peak of Tier 3.
After all,
The deity had only descended once, leaving no truly legendary deeds, but by holding the title of deity, its symbolic weight was sufficient.
The Prime Minister was dumbfounded.
Not over yet?
"What in the world is happening?!"
The dazzling beam of light dissipated.
The sacred statue transformed into a handsome blonde man, holding a spear, with a half-circle golden halo behind him.
As the saying goes, old enemies are instantly filled with animosity upon meeting. The Father God, upon manifesting, immediately pointed his spear at the twelve imperial knights, his expression arrogant, towering over all beings.
"Firenze sinners, you are guilty!"
Julius's eyes blazed; he was completely unafraid.
"False God!"
In an instant, the two sides were at odds. Because after the Church's destruction, remnants remained, and the Firenze Empire had completely eradicated them.
Their animosity was deep.
No need for further words.
Instantly,
The golden halo behind the False God emitted infinite light, turning the entire sky into a golden ocean. Wielding the spear, he unleashed overwhelming power.
Delivering a heavenly judgment!
Boom!
Like the brilliant sun, a golden light shot up. Julius manifested the legend of the Throne's Left into power, cleaving the firmament with his sword, pointing it at the False God.
"Slay the False God!"
With that,
Gray, spear in hand, charged ahead, lightning erupting. A spear against the False God's spear, causing a sky filled with thunder.
Boom!
Without verbal coordination, the twelve imperial knights acted in perfect sync. All were Tier 3. Even if Gray and the others were weaker than the False God, they didn't fall behind.
Moreover,
Julius alone could match the False God.
"Arrogant!"
The False God roared, about to suppress Gray, when an arrow shot forward, carrying the force to pierce all things, pushing the False God back.
Tellugh's eyes were sharp.
He drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
"A god is nothing more than this."
Having spoken,
Another arrow.
Boom!
This arrow pierced the firmament, its terrifying power tearing apart the False God's golden ocean of light. The remaining force washed over the land, the white clouds in the sky vanishing in an instant.
Whoosh!
Camelo's storm roared.
"Woof!"
An imperial knight controlled a war chariot, traversing the sky. With an unstoppable attack, it sent the False God flying. The twelve knights coordinated with each other, launching a ferocious barrage like a storm.
They gave the False God no chance to catch his breath.
The sky roared.
The earth trembled.
"..."
Mortals could only look up, their minds reeling. They were stunned, experiencing this incredibly terrifying legendary power, unable to articulate their shock.
"Is this the power of the Firenze Empire era?"
"This is simply the age of mythology!"
"They call that radiant being a False God?"
"I'm not dreaming, am I…?"
What were guns and cannons, what was the most powerful long-range fleet on the ocean? Against such power, comparable to true deities, everything was instantly overwhelmed.
When the power of the empire from a thousand years ago reappeared.
Human perception was overturned.
They could witness the power of this legendary and mythical empire from history—a power surpassing their imagination and comprehension.
Boom!
Lightning and wind intertwined, arrows and swords tore through the firmament. The twelve knights' attacks were relentless, giving the False God no chance. He could only parry.
In but a moment,
The False God struggled, his blood staining the sky.
However,
Despite the suppression,
Only Julius could inflict significant or fatal wounds. The legend of "One-Man Conquest" had transformed into the ultimate power to destroy a kingdom.
"The Uncrowned King" allowed him to receive the combined power of the entire Firenze Empire; "The Chief Imperial Knight" allowed him to gather the strength of all twelve imperial knights.
In a flash of blinding speed, the eleven knights surrounding the False God all retreated. Before the False God could even catch his breath, a blinding light suddenly enveloped him.
Boom!
Julius delivered a sword strike.
The massive cleave shattered the firmament, directly slicing a quarter of the moon in the universe before vanishing into the cosmic depths without a trace.
The cleave disappeared.
The sky was clear of clouds, a transparent azure. The twelve imperial knights stood beneath the sky. The False God struggled, his left arm and half his body completely gone.
Looking around at the twelve knights,
The False God was enraged. "Mere mortals dare to profane a deity? I am a deity! Even if wounded, how can you possibly—"
His words were cut short.
Boom!
A crimson spear pierced through space, replaying the scene from a thousand years ago. The crimson spear, with lightning speed, impaled the False God's chest.
Then plunged into the ground.
Astonishment appeared in the False God's eyes, followed by furious roars.
"You rats!"
Bang!
Despite the False God's unwillingness, he couldn't stop the unstoppable force from tearing him apart in an instant. The Incantation of Lore was dispelled; the statue turned to dust, scattering in the wind.
Julius was surprised, then overjoyed.
"Empress!"
