Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 450 - 450 210 Holy Sun Church_2

450: Chapter 210 Holy Sun Church_2 450: Chapter 210 Holy Sun Church_2 He re-examined the Gryphon Knight with a foreign accent and recalled that the Seryan army indeed used the Gryphon emblem on the battlefield.

“Sir, could it be…

you are a knight of the Seryan Kingdom?” Ron tentatively asked.

Leon released the boy’s shoulder, glanced at the deserter fleeing the slaughter of Rolannar, and didn’t want to get entangled in this matter, so he didn’t reveal the origin: “No, I’m a knight of Orland.”

“…This child is a ‘Prophet’.”

Lola’s voice suddenly echoed in Leon’s mind.

“You can speak now?”

Hearing Lola’s voice again, Leon quickly questioned: “Are you saying this kid can foresee the future?”

“Just predictions, not truly possessing the prophetic ability to gaze into the ‘River of Time’.

His brain can sense the world’s subtle magic power and elemental turbulence, allowing the soul in dreams to connect with the ‘Grand Dream’ of all beings, catching glimpses of some incomplete evolutions and branches of all things.

But more importantly, he has the talent to learn magic.

This child, like Kovis, is an adapter of Chaos Magic.”

With Lola, the Pope’s authoritative confirmation, Leon suddenly grew intensely interested in the boy before him.

People with magic talent, according to those Northern Wizards, are rare, appearing only among hundreds of thousands, even a million people.

“Don’t panic; you also know it’s a dream, not to be taken seriously.” Leon smiled, comforting the skeptical boy.

Hearing the Gryphon Knight claim to be from Orland, Ron secretly relaxed his tense body.

Though he was heartbroken months ago losing family, now with Brandon encouraging him, having borne the responsibility for so many people’s survival, he didn’t want to die so easily.

Then he shook his head, lamenting how he even believed the nonsense from a sleepy kid, quickly pulling on Brandon and urging: “Don’t mess around here.

I told you not to follow, but you didn’t listen.”

If not for the kid persistently following him today, he wouldn’t have planned to take him to discuss matters with Knight Yevan.

“Ander, take this kid back to rest.” Ron instructed a subordinate to drag the unwilling boy out, immediately apologizing to the Gryphon Knight: “Don’t be offended, sir, he’s just been having too many nightmares lately.”

“Sir, what happened?” Yevan walked swiftly toward Leon.

“Just a child scared by yesterday’s events.” Leon waved his hand, not wanting to reveal the boy’s condition to outsiders.

Finding a rare card by chance on the roadside, he intended to privately see if the boy might be willing to be coaxed home.

For now, putting the matter aside, he continued to verify the rumors he heard from noble prisoners with the refugee leader: “About my earlier question…

how much more do you know about Rolannar’s news?

When you heard the rumors of disaster, was the Kantadar army still occupying that city, or had they been driven off by the Seryan troops?”

“Sorry, sir, after escaping back to my hometown, I know nothing about what happened in Rolannar.” Ron shook his head and said.

“Are you trying to understand the war to the east from a few months ago?” Yevan, hearing their conversation, came before them and asked.

Leon nodded toward him.

So Yevan honestly replied: “I’ve been in Shatai City and don’t know much either, but the kingdom’s East Expedition Army withdrew from Seryan territory long ago.

It’s no secret; however, when the army crossed the border, it was very chaotic and hasty, with fewer flags.

As for our county, most lords and armies haven’t returned, giving those unruly Urian wild dogs and mercenary scum the chance to plunder everywhere…”

On the side, Ron couldn’t help but glance at Yevan, finding it absurd and ironic.

Having witnessed the doomsday-like darkness and tide of corpses, he reckoned that the lords who didn’t return after invading Seryan were probably doomed now.

Even if they could return in the future, perhaps…

it would be in a different terrifying manner.

As for the Shameless Shatai Baron who betrayed the alliance at the start of the war and cowardly fled first, leaving his eldest son to lead the army while he returned to the territory as a coward, it seemed ironically he survived out of cowardice.

This joke truly was not amusing.

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Holy Court Kingdom.

Dinexion.

In the capital where the church headquarters are located, the temple towering on the mountain top reflects a silvery light under the sun’s rays.

Several Holy Sun Forbidden Guards, clad in ancient anti-magic heavy armor and tightly gripping Blazing Fire Long Spears, stand guard before the hall, as silent as the Holy Sun symbolized by the sun disk on their helmets, watching every visitor who comes to pay audience.

This is the prophesied place of salvation where Prophet Illaril saved the world thousands of years ago, according to legend.

Now, this land governed by the Holy Sun Church is also where the church leader, the ‘Prophet’, holds their throne.

Ever since the church historically moved its core from the prophet’s ascension place, Rolannar, to within the borders of the Dinexion Kingdom, the power of this nation has gradually been entirely controlled by the church from inside out.

The royal family of Dinexion continues to exist, but now they are merely a group of nobler, revered believers without real power.

In the kingdom, beneath only one, the high-ranking white-robed priest, holding a long staff, steps onto the stairs, slowly and unhurriedly entering the Pope’s great hall.

The echoes of his footsteps break the vast space’s emptiness and solitude.

He looks up toward the elder seated on the throne.

On the throne, the elder holding a golden wand is seen, his hair and beard all white, eyes as holy as bright gold, yet showing no breath or movement, like a lifeless statue.

“…The apostolic seat, the rebellion stirred up by the Seryan royal family has been suppressed by ‘Great Priest Alek’, and he promises to immediately lead an army to retake Holy Land City from the Kantadar people.

However, Lord Alek’s Defender Army suffered severe losses in the civil war; he requests reinforcements from the Holy Court.

As for that foolish King of Seryan, he ultimately escaped, suspected of fleeing to ‘Dramia’ with some nobles through ‘Imir’.

Once Lord Alek goes west to counter the Kantadar, he fears being unable to guard against a comeback from the fleeing king.”

After reporting the results of Seryan’s civil war, the high-ranking priest continued: “Moreover, the Chief Priests from the ‘Orelia’ and ‘Solis’ dioceses have also sent word that the Atiyasi people are probing more frequently.

The two kingdoms are already gathering troops at the borders; they also request support from the Holy Court…”

As he listed the disasters of this turbulent era, even the high-ranking priest found it headache-inducing.

It wasn’t just the tense situations of church forces thousands of miles away on eastern and western borders.

At this moment, the Holy Court Kingdom itself needs to face the harassment of the Barbarians’ tribal alliance on the northern plains of ‘Hectorwa’, rumored to be unified by a powerful leader.

The Dramiya people in the south of the Holy Court are equally restless, with their shadow behind the Seryan royal secular nobles’ outbreak of an internal strife.

Amidst such increasingly looming threats, the Holy Court must still divide its forces elsewhere…

Eight kingdoms, eight dioceses, each with its own troubles, truly a year of turmoil on all sides.

Once the priest’s voice finally quieted down, he bowed his head to silently await the Pope’s decision.

“I hear from the west a painful echo…

shadows are sweeping the land, the scar of the curse never to heal again due to greedy selfish desires.”

The elder didn’t open his mouth, yet the ancient voice still reverberated in the hall ethereally.

The priest was not surprised; it was merely the most minor price for bearing the role of the Prophet.

“Instruct Alek, all the purified Cultivators in Seryan’s Magic Ring must be sent to Dinexion, away from the shadows of the Holy Land, dispatch sixty thousand Defender Army to Seryan, to confront our ancient enemy…”

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Ancient enemy?

The high-ranking priest looked up.

The Kantadar people did not remotely warrant such a label.

But if it were those enemies…

sixty thousand Defender Army…

what scale and situation have they evolved into to force the apostolic seat to disregard northern and southern threats, drawing more than half of the national church army to respond?

The prophet’s place of rest, clearly the most solid “bulwark” in this land, even if the Holy Land fell, mortals couldn’t access the true remains of the prophet, what on earth had the Kantadar people done?