CH 152 Rain Between Heaven And Earth

The sky was dark.

Eleanor led the Alchemist Knights over the last hill under the cover of the night. They stood on the hillside, looking at the city of Herrid in the distance.

The head of the Inquisition Bureau set up guard posts on the way to Herrid City and set up a garrison point. However, the Queen Mother Eleanor did not lead the Alchemist Knights through this route, but trudged through swamps, wilderness and forests in the dark night. After waking up these Alchemist Knights from Bomari Castle, she used this method to take them unobtrusively across half of Legrand, and then appeared on the battlefield outside Putton City at the very deciding moment.

Now, she led this army to Herrid City.

After experiencing the burning of the city by the black dragon, nine out of ten of the adult men in Herrid City died in battle. The entire city was dark under the night, as silent as death. Only the direction of Swan Harbor was faintly illuminated by the lighthouse.

"Teacher."

Among the group of people who arrived in Herrid City, only Eleanor and the Kriyan astrologer were considered alive. The astrologer also looked at the castle on the distant coast, thinking.

"The pier of the Throne of God that could summon a complete 'Holy Ark can't be constructed in such a short period of time. However, if a special method is used, a lower-level 'Throne of God' could be built. The power of the heavenly ship cannot be compared with the complete 'Holy Ark', but it is also..."

He paused for a moment. The Holy Ark was too far away from the current era. It was difficult to accurately judge what it looked like and what kind of destructive power it had.

However, in some fragments left over from the legendary era, it was described as "the warship carrying the sun and the moon, with the host of angels standing on it, when the holy ark moves across the sky, the earth will usher in the judgment of fire and arrows". No need to think about it, once the Holy Ark really descended on Legrand, it would be a devastating force.

Even enough to influence the war.

"If we can destroy the first 'Throne of God', we can destroy the second one."

The Queen Mother Eleanor said coldly. She squinted her eyes slightly and stared coldly at the lighthouse in Swan Harbor.

"The Blessed Ones should be mainly concentrated here, Your Majesty." The astrologer said, "Besides, I worry about one thing... Now that the Millennium Kingdom has begun, the Code is almost completely gone. During the Holy Court's 'holy miracle' before the establishment of the Holy Empire, the figures of the Host of Angels appeared above the clouds, although at that time they were only phantoms summoned by the Blessed Ones. But with the disappearance of the Code, the Angelic Host may break free from the half-dusted kingdom of the gods at any time."

"With our Alchemist Knights alone, it may be difficult to resist the huge number of angels."

The astrologer's worries were not unreasonable. Through the medium of the Blessed One, a single angel descending from the world could easily change the situation of the battle by appearing on the battlefield. Then, as the holy book said, "a host of tens of thousands of angels" descending on the world… He was afraid that Legrand would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"No, they have to win another war before setting foot in the world."

Eleanor said.

"Win another war first?"

The astrologer reacted quickly, and he suddenly thought of another legend related to the Rose family.

The Rose family.

A mortal family once allied with hell.

………………

The Devil sat on the top of the tower of the Blackstone Royal City, pouring cups of "Night Rose" for himself. From this angle, he could see the Dragon Wing Battleship resting on the Royal City Wharf, and he could also see Legrand's first military industrial base. There was no one on the Dragon Wing Battleship, nor was there anyone in the military industrial base.

The army of the dead numbering in the millions was neatly lined on the scorched ground. The magma was boiling, and all the corpses hanging from the Thousand Knives Peak climbed down, holding sickles in their hands.

The whole of hell was filled with a murderous aura, as if war was about to start.

It was indeed going to war.

The opponents were still the familiar old enemies of hell, those guys with white wings.

With the end of the Millennium Kingdom and the recovery of hell from its dead state, the imprisoned Angelic Host would naturally be able to leave the broken kingdom of the gods.

The Devil once told the King that in the age of legends, there was no "Kingdom of God" as mentioned in the holy book, only the "Kingdom of Gods". The so-called "Kingdom of the Gods" was the mirror image of this world and the idea of "Hell". Hell symbolized darkness, and the Kingdom of the Gods symbolized light. The two were diametrically opposed but mirror images of each other.

They were born to be sworn enemies.

In the last millennium, the boundaries between the kingdom of the gods, hell and the world were not so clear. The gods have a large number of agents in the human world, and the demons also have a large number of familiars in the human world. The two sides spared no effort to strive for influence and dominance over the human world. Whether it was the gods or the demons, they all regard human beings as ants and slaves who would submit to them. They were fighting each other, vying for the only and supreme throne.

The war between hell and the gods started from the day the two parties were born, and continued throughout the entire age of the gods. For a long period of time, human beings have never been able to enter the arena of war, and only the gods and demons dominate the smoke of gunpowder. The hatred between them surpassed any hatred in the world.

Because they were destined not to coexist and blend.

If the world hadn't played a huge joke on the gods and demons, then history should have been written and dominated by them.

No one expected that the most powerful authority being contested would be born in the humblest race. No one expected that a devil who was deprived of his name and banished to the end of the world would sign a contract with a king who had nothing.

That contract changed everything.

History reached an unusual turning point at the moment when the contract was signed and the dragon slayer made an alliance with hell.

In the thousand-year war, the ending was tragic. Hell was dead, the kingdom of the gods was covered with dust, the alchemists were destroyed, the king fell... But if one had to name the ones who had gained the most, it was the human rebels. They successfully ended the era when the gods ruled the earth. Since then, although the shadow of the Holy Court and darkness still hung over human beings, it was much better than the situation of being like ants in the legendary era.

——Human beings who were regarded as ants had become the key point of this global war situation.

Before the Devil returned to hell, he had a conversation with the King about this war.

The two stood side by side on the high tower, watching the torrential rain at the end of midsummer. In that heavy rain, the streets of the city flowed like rivers, and everything beyond the towers was blurred.

The world suddenly became small.

They seemed to be in another space that was not connected to the sky or the ground. It was as if, no matter what they said, only each other would know.

"The Pope will not let hell's army of death directly set foot on Legrand's battlefield. The host of angels is an overwhelming force for Legrand, but the army of death is also overwhelming for the Holy Legion other than the core forces of the Holy Court. Once the Angelic Host is able to leave the kingdom of the gods, their first goal will be hell."

"Hell has just been revived, and the Angelic Host has just left the kingdom of the gods. You two are evenly matched, and the war on this side will be protracted." The King stood on the high tower, overlooking the city of Metzl in the heavy rain, "The final fate will be determined in the war on Legrand."

"A thousand years ago, the participation of mortals influenced the direction of the war. This time, as long as Legrand can resist, the outcome of this war will still be determined by the battlefield of mortals."

The King's voice was neither high nor low, and his tone was steady, as if he was talking about an ordinary matter.

"Before you die, no Angelic Host will come to the world, and no Angelic Host will set foot on the land of Legrand."

The Devil replied.

He was a devil, he had no sympathy for mortals, let alone doing his best for the fate of mortals. 

If you die, then I have no obligation to provide any more help to Legrand.

So, please be sure to win.

All the unspoken words were sealed in the kiss under the moon that night.

Before the Devil left, the Devil heard the King behind him casually say:

"Another thing, I don't have a second bone scepter."

This time, he had no way to use the scepter to save him.

Hearing the King's words, the Devil looked back at him.

It was raining heavily, and on the high tower, it seemed to be isolated from the world, only the two of them were left. The King didn't look at him, but looked sideways at the heavy rain curtain. The rain slid down the window lattice, and the rain seemed to start from the beginning of the world, and then fall to the end of the world.

The same goes for you, don't break the contract again.

The Devil thought.

He slowly drank the last sip of wine.

………………

A group of crows hovered, the smell of sulfur in the air became more and more pungent, and the magma on the ground flowed. Looking down from a high altitude, it looked like a continuously unfolding spider web. In the dark red sky, a crack appeared, and the white light that disgusted the creatures of hell spread down.

Like a round of sun tearing through the thick black mist and descending into hell.

But hell didn't need sunlight at all. This was a place where darkness and evil breed. All sunlight falling here would either burn the darkness or be swallowed by it.

Majestic and holy hymns echoed between the heavens and the earth. Tens of thousands of angelic hosts tore apart the sky of hell and descended with spears in their hands and armor on their bodies. In contrast, the strong wind of hell blew more and more fiercely, passing through the Thousand Knives Peak, the sound of the wind was shrill and desolate, and in the sound of the wind, hundreds of millions of departed souls were crying and screeching.

The top of the Blackstone Royal City Tower.

The Devil threw away the cup in his hand. He stood up, and the wind above the castle rolled the tail of his black suit jacket, making a sound of flapping banners. There was no smile on his pale face.

The magma was flowing, and there was no mortal in hell at this time.

The war that failed to come to an end a thousand years ago finally started again.

The kingdom of the gods, hell.

Angels, demons.

In this war, only one side could survive!