Cthulhu Gonfalon

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

The God of Knights' hit was blocked. He could not help but frown.

He was not in a good state. He could not casually cast like that anymore and would need to take some time between attacks. Part of it was to save up energy, and another part was to take time to adjust His status.

I am growing old after all!

The God of Knights secretly sighed under the armor. If He was still young and strong, such attacks would be on hand, and He'd be able to cast however many times He wanted.

How long ago was it that I could fight with all my strength? 10,000 years? 20,000 years? I cannot really remember. Seems I am so old that I cannot even remember time clearly…

The sighing in His heart did not slow His movements. He raised His sword once again.

Just then, the sky changed color as more than ten Orc figures came down from the sky accompanied by a bright light. They rushed towards Him.

The Orc Gods made it, even though they were slightly delayed. They did not run over without any backup. They were followed closely by a crack that opened up in the sky, where hundreds and thousands of oracles came rushing out, yelling. They formed a huge array and exuded a horribly evil aura as they charged towards the God of Knights.

Since they had to fight, they decided they might as well go all out. The Orc Gods did not care about paying a price. They only knew one thing: if they could not kill the God of Knights right then and there, the entire Orc God System would be put to shame. For the Orc race who revered the strong, this would be a disaster!

They did not care about anything anymore. Whether it was a clone or an oracle, they sent everything they could send to fight this old thing!

That day, either the old immortal tin can would be finished, or the Orc Gods would be done. Either you were going to die or I was going to be dead. There was no third option!

Watching the Orc oracle army charge over like a grand tide, even the bravest knights were stunned.

"Can we win this?" Crick asked as his face paled.

Spencer's mouth twitched as he replied in a low voice, "Do not daydream in broad daylight! If it were only one or two then it would not matter. But look at them…"

Oracles were fighting tools made with divine power by the Gods. Some of them were built using high-order believers as ingredients, and some were built from nothing. Whichever method, there was one point they had in common.

Every oracle had reached a legendary combat level.

There were thousands in the endless oracle army; and that was a conservative estimate. Spencer and Crick were exceptionally brave and headstrong. It was brave just to talk about them.

Watching the Orc Gods and their armies continually come down from the sky, both air forces hurriedly forced landings. In reality, they fell from the sky. There was not much difference. Whether they were flying demons or giant eagles and griffons, they were all scared by the Orc Gods and oracle army, and could no longer fly.

When they were about to reach the ground, the God of Knights laughed.

"You think you have a big army?" He said to Himself. "You want to fight? Be my guest!"

In the next moment, His entire body exuded a blinding white light. The white light was like starlight, falling on the ground in uncountable raindrops. When every single drop of the white light fell down, a blurry figure stood up in it. It all became clear very quickly.

Among these figures, there were oracles who had accompanied Him since ancient times. They had fought countless battles without fear of death to guard mankind. There were also dead people who were loyal and strong, who fought bravely until their last breath to fulfill the Knights' beliefs. There were even Holy Spirit Valkyrie who had been through uncountable battles, picking up brave dead soldiers' souls and bringing them to the Holy Kingdom. They had once led them, sweeping in ghosts and demons too.

If someone were to arrive at the Country of Light, they would be shocked to see that the Holy Kingdom was completely deserted. Not one oracle or believer was left behind.

The entire Holy Kingdom was collapsing, turning into bright white light. The light penetrated far away, and fell into the ground to become the power that supplied the brave battles of the God of Knights and his Holy Spirits, oracles, and believers.

There was not one person in the Holy Kingdom of the God of Knights who did not know how to fight. So when the Orc Gods' army charged them, they had already formed their battle positions.

There was basically no difference in number between the two armies. But the difference in quality was huge. The Orc Gods' army was completely made up of oracles, while the God of Knights' army was mainly made up of believers. Even though most of His believers had a certain standard of combat power, there was a big difference when compared to the Orcs' oracle army, whose lowest standard was legendary.

However, the God of Knights and His subordinates were not afraid at all. They even sang loud war songs as they counter-attacked, charging the Orc armies.

Surprisingly, the one who took the lead was the God of Knights Himself. He rode His skinny old horse and wore His old broken armor, with the simple sword in His hand.

In the next moment, the sound of killing rose into the sky.

The killing was not exclusive to the oracles and believers from both sides. Even mortals were involved in this battle. Regardless of who was Orc or human, all were deep in fanaticism. Safety and difference in ability were ignored. There was only one thought in their minds: the fight!

Defeatng the enemy, obtaining victory!

Of course there were some who were not fanatic, such as the humans who did not believe in the God of Knights, or Orc emperor Junero Tiger.

The latter, who was a loner, was not woth mentioning. But the the former made up quite a large number.

King Woods Igor of the Eagle Kingdom and his army guards were exactly the same.

Beleif in the God of Knights was originally quite common in the Eagle Kingdom. There were many believers in the God of Knights among those who guarded the capital city and those who protected the king. But believers in the God of Knights and the God of Eagles were eliminated during the coup of the blood stained eagle crown, three decades prior. In the cleansing that followed, some were killed. Most were sent to other troops. In the current army guarding Eagle Wing City, the capital city of Eagle Kingdom, there were no soldiers who believed in either God.

Although there were quite a few affected by the arrival of the God of Knights and the grand battle between humans and Orcs, they charged the front line of the battle without any worry or care. But King Woods and most of the army guards were not like that.

As the soldiers remained busy rearranging their battle array, Woods considered what he should do next.

Since the beginning, it was clear this would be the final battle between the God of Knights and the Orc God System. As a mortal, even though he was also king, he was not at all important in this battle. Perhaps a few oracles charging would end him, along with the army guards who lost much during the battles before this.

It would be like when the God of Knights arrived and His believers were revived, along with their fighting spirits and abilities, giving them the strength to attack the Orc army.

At that time the old soldier Norham—who commanded the heavy armor infantry and almost killed King Woods on the spot—was trampled by a group of revived believers as they screamed and charged over him. Although he had braced himself for battle, he still could not block the attacks. He fell and could not stand up anymore. It was not clear if he was killed by slashing or if he was trampled to death by the Heavenly Warhorse.

This scene happened close to where King Woods was. He saw it all.

Even though he felt some vengeful joy at the moment, he was more afraid than anything. His fear was like a dough that had been fermenting overnight grown several times its size.

What should I do?

He looked at the battlefield. His brain was filled with worry, fear, and even thoughts of turning around to flee far and away.

At that moment a once familiar voice that rang in his nightmares reached him.

"Uncle, as a king, shouldn't you be leading everyone to charge into battle?"

Woods Igor suddenly turned around. He saw a young man who wore black leather armor, smiling as he stood behind him. Although he was slightly older now, and no longer had the naivety from his youth, it was definitely his nephew Leon Igor!