[In the extreme north is the Snow Country, Mist. It is a bitterly cold land, but it is rich in minerals and magic crystals. The country is wealthy, its businesses flourish, its people are valiant, and its soldiers are valiant. In the east, it fights against the Beastmen and Elves, and in the west, it borders the Demon Abyss. It has been defending against the foreign races for nearly a thousand years. Its royal family is rather old-fashioned, and every generation has had princes as their generals. However, in the last generation, there was an ominous Twin Prince. That was the sign of the country's demise. Following that, the foreign races invaded, and a natural disaster descended, and the country was on the verge of collapse …]
"All that talk about civility is bullsh * t!"
Every time I look at the description of the Mist Country in the history of the continent, I feel so disgusted that I want to vomit. What kind of history is that? It's obviously praising those victors. What kind of natural disaster is that? It's obviously a man-made disaster!
Let me review the real history that I have collected and sorted out.
AD1518, 378 years ago, the Beastmen and Demons invaded at the same time, attempting to enter the rich human world to plunder wantonly. The entire Mist Country was at war. According to tradition, the Eastern Front was led by Prince Roland, while the Western Front was led by Prince Cavendish. At that time, the two princes were only 12 years old.
Four years earlier, the Tyrant Karloy the Third of the neighboring country, St. Fordia, came to power. He violently levied taxes, causing the people to have no way of making a living. In order to divert the internal conflict, he directed all his arrows at the rich and powerful Mist Country, inciting conflicts at the borders.
At this moment, seeing that the Mist Country was in dire straits, he actually gathered the other two ambitious neighboring countries to invade the only safe Southern Front of the Mist Country. The Mist Country was on the brink of destruction.
Under such dire circumstances, as a Holy Knight, Prince Roland returned to the headquarters of the Holy Church. In a joint conference of the various countries, he accused the invading countries, who disregarded basic morality, and requested for them to withdraw their troops immediately. However, St. Fordia, who was already prepared, made a false accusation against him, and he was even slandered as a heretic who colluded with the Demons.
Cardinal Ben Zuma, who had already accepted the bribe, declared Roland a heretic on the spot, detained him, and planned to publicly execute him. The various countries, who were moved by St. Fordia's private promise of the distribution of the magic crystal mines, silently allowed this to happen. If it wasn't for the fact that this matter went too far and caused the grassroots Holy Knight and priests to riot in protest, he might have been executed immediately.
In the same year, Cavendish barged into the headquarters of the Holy Church alone, killing countless guards, and rescued the imprisoned Roland. Blood dyed the stairs of the Bine Cathedral red. Among the dead, there was the illegitimate son of the church, and the church 'son. The Church, which Bine Church, a, and shocked. Kingdom.
This was known as the 'Bine Massacre'. The powerful Holy Knight and priests watched as everything happened. Two years later, Pope St. Paul IX stepped down, and Ben Zuma was banished.
Before this Pope stepped down, the 'Bine Massacre' was the fuse. The Mist Country and its royal family were stripped of the Church of Holy Church, and the entire country was judged as a heretic country. The irony was that the country's eastern front had already been broken through by the Beastmen Alliance, and the western front had fallen into a meat grinder with the Demons. This heretic didn't even know where he was heading.
In the spring of AD1519, 377 years ago, the current Pope St. Paul IX declared a 'Holy War' against the heretics. The various countries, attracted by the huge benefits of magic crystal mines, special products of other races, and slave trade, actually responded to this ridiculous invitation to the Holy War. However, the Holy Knight and priests, under the suppression of the higher-ups of the Church, still maintained their helpless silence.
In the same year, the entire Mist Country was broken through. Under the summons of the royal family, the surviving citizens hid in the final capital, Diffindor, while the remaining troops retreated to defend the capital.
AD1520, 376 years ago, after being trapped for fifteen months and running out of food and ammunition, the last capital of the human kingdom, the Mist Country, Diffindor, was conquered by the allied armies of the humans. Prince Roland led all the defending troops and died in the city. Prince Cavendish went missing. That year, the two princes were fourteen years old.
The heavily injured human allied army massacred the entire city to vent their anger. However, due to the long period of war, the resentment of the commoners and soldiers before they died caused Diffindor to surpass the level of a cursed land and directly transform into a land of death. The Knight Knights who were already dead and the commoners who were unwilling to die just like that became the servants of death and began taking revenge on the living.
Caught off guard, the allied army suffered heavy losses. In the end, the missing Prince Cavendish actually reappeared. This time, he really colluded with the Demon Army and took revenge on the entire human world and the Holy Church.
This war lasted for sixteen years. Countless kingdoms were destroyed and the entire human world was turned into hell. In the end, the Demon Army was destroyed and Cavendish was banished to hell by the Holy Church. Because of this, the Holy Church also carried out a comprehensive internal reform.
After that, the royal families of the various countries that invaded the Mist Country were completely destroyed in the Yongye Calamity over a hundred years ago. Some long-lived species even suspected that Emperor Yongye was the Prince Roland from back then. After all, the Mist War Flag was far too conspicuous. However, under the Holy Church's full denial, the matter was left unsettled.
After that, the Mist Country became the dark history of the human world. If there was a need to mention it, there would only be that twisted and simple summary in the history books.
"… In the last generation of the country, an ominous Twin Prince was born. That was the sign of the country's demise. Soon after, the foreign tribes invaded and a natural disaster descended. The country was about to be destroyed. Prince Cavendish colluded with the Demons and led the wolves into the country, leading to the destruction of the country and the seventeen neighboring countries. "
"Hehe, destruction?"
The Skeleton Horse under me charged at the front. Looking at the Mist War Flag waving in the air and the Demon Army in the distance, I felt as though I had returned to the era of war. Thus, I raised the broken sword of Roland. It was the symbol of the Mist Country's authority.
"As long as I, Roland, am still around, the Mist Country will not be destroyed!"
"The Mist Country will never be destroyed!"
Carrying the war flag and charging, wasn't that the Skeleton General Fayde? As the head Sword Saint of the Mist Country's Royal Knight Squad and later the Red Hunting Hounds, he had experienced countless battles over the centuries. His body was covered in wounds, but there wasn't a single wound on his back. The reason? As the Flag Protector, the war flag he carried on his back had never tilted, much less fallen!
"Charge, Knight! Flatten these darned Demons. "
That was the Plague Tyrant Lich Kakana. It was no wonder that her charge sounded a little out of place. She wasn't a soldier at all. If it weren't for those things that happened, she would have become an alchemy merchant selling beauty products and nutrition products.
Among these twenty-four thousand six hundred and two defeated soldiers, there were soldiers who had died for the country, and there were also commoners who had gradually become soldiers. They came from all sorts of strange origins, and their composition was a mess. However, this group of unreliable old fellows was where my soul returned to.
My people were behind me, my Knight was by my side, and my kingdom was right here. Then, to talk about destruction, to talk about the destruction of the country, it was simply a joke!
"Return, our kingdom, our capital — [Soul World, the Infallible Diffindor]."
Snowflakes fell leisurely and it was snowing heavily. Time seemed to have returned to the winter of that year.
The Soulfire burned fiercely. After sacrificing everything, the first Soul Imprint to awaken was the already damaged Ice Treader.
Snow drifted for tens of thousands of miles, making it impossible to see into the distance. The cliffs and the ground were all covered in snow. Thousands of miles were sealed in ice and the north wind was biting cold. That was the winter of the North that we were familiar with.
The Demon army, which was mainly of the Fire Element, shivered in this sudden snowstorm. This feeling was far more dangerous than the Forbidden Spell from before. This was the most natural cold of the natural world, a cruel elimination that took away all life.
While the Demons were shivering, our Undead army burst into laughter. The Undead never feared the cold, not to mention these fellows who grew up in the Snow Country. Their fighting prowess in the snow was even greater.
Yes, the Soul World that I was so proud of was only a pure support world. It was meaningless without my army. However, as long as it was with my army, it was unquestionably the strongest in the world!
And this snowy land was just the beginning …
"I am the Lord of the Undead, the Prince of the Mist Country, the Chief Knight of the Last Knight Group. I vow to protect my people and my country. I vow to never bow down to invaders. I vow to change the fate of everything. I vow to allow all life to be born equal!"
That was the vow of me, the ancient Prince of a fallen country. After that, it was the vow of the Knight.
"Your Highness, I am your kindest Knight. I vow to treat the weak kindly and help anyone who seeks my help."
Slance, the kindest Knight. He led the refugees to flee thousands of miles to Diffindor. Among the hundreds of refugees, the only one who died of hunger was him, the one who distributed the food.
"Your Highness, I am your strongest Knight. I vow to stand up against rape bravely, not regretting even if I die a hundred times!"
Camisia, the Titan Wrestler that I was so proud of, the fearless attacker. Even when he was decapitated, he didn't stop his charge.
"Your Highness, I am your most righteous Knight. I vow to stand up against all wrongs, regardless of where they come from!"
Fanderk, the Holy Knight who complained about the injustice at the Alliance Conference with me. I was saved by Cavendish while he was hanged in the Holy Light Square. Even until his death, he maintained the righteousness in his heart and didn't bow down to anyone. Be it the secular Church or the so-called faith in the Holy Light.
"Your Highness, I am your most useless Knight. I vow to fight for the defenseless, but I can only use my body as a wall."
Carlos, who dares to say that you are useless! In order to save the refugees, the exhausted you used your body as a shield for the civilians, guarding the stone bridge alone without retreating. In the end, you died from a hundred arrows.
"Your Highness, I am your most beloved Knight. I vow to help my brother Knight and use my body to protect their family."
Lucas, you did it. Everyone's family is fine, but what makes everyone's heart ache is that the only one you didn't protect is the 15-year-old you.
"Your Highness, I am your most loyal Knight. I vow to follow you till the end of time."
Bastian, my Son of Wrath. From a pet dog, you walked step by step to become the Leader of the Red Hunting Hounds. Some say that you relied on the powerful body that I bestowed upon you. Some mocked you as a brainless dog that only knows loyalty. However, you smiled in the face of sarcasm and sarcasm, treating dog-like loyalty as the highest honor. Your claws and anger are always directed towards your enemies.
"Origin of Order, if such a Knight isn't fit to be Valkyrie, then you are blind! If such a Knight isn't fit to be called a Hero, then those Epic Heroes are just people who deceive the world. Return and fight for me once more, my Knight! "
Under the infusion of Soul Power, the Soul Imprint that symbolizes life revives once more. The shattered Undead Crown and the destructive Son of Light light light up once more. The powers of Order and Chaos clash with one another and fuse together. In the end, it turns into the Light of Law that changes everything.
Under the call of my Knight and I, a radiance flashes and the entire world is replaced. A Soul World replaces the real world.
It was a boundless land of snow in the starry sky. Smoke and battle cries filled the air. This was the smell of battle. And at the very end of my vision, the city named Diffindor was currently burning. Diffindor was the home that I had always hoped for, but would never be able to reach.
This is my Soul World [The Infallible Diffindor]. Under its effect, we have returned to 376 years ago, that snowy night. At that moment, Diffindor still didn't fall. My Knight and I were still fighting.
My Soul World descends and reality is rewritten. My Knight and I are no longer the unsightly appearance of bones and corpses.
The war flag of the Berserk Wind flutters in the wind. Beneath it are lively faces and well-built bodies adorned with the emblem of the Berserk Wind. They are no longer ordinary undead. They are the incarnation of the will of the Heroes after their deaths. They have been bestowed with an undying Spiritual Body by the Origin of Order and a beautiful name — Valkyrie.
Valkyrie and Undead are separated by a thin line. In my Soul World, my loyal Knight is the only Valkyrie who are qualified to be called Heroes.
At this moment, they possess several hundred years of strength and experience, surpassing the limitations of the incomplete physical bodies of Undead and obtaining a perfect physical body that is most suitable for them. Their strength has increased by at least three times.
Looking at such a change, the senseless Demon army starts to tremble and retreat. Logically speaking, every single Valkyrie is at least a Legend-rank existence. They have no chance of winning.
"Demon Count? That's not enough. Send a Demon Prince or Grand Duke instead. "
The Valkyrie Knight has already started to sweep through the Demon army. The maniacal laughter of Camisia, Bastian and the others reverberates across the battlefield.
The Great Sword Saint Fayde, carrying a war flag on his back, dances among the Demons. 18 sharp swords float around him, slaughtering them. Just him alone is like a sword formation. The ability to control swords granted by the body of Valkyrie makes it much easier for him than when he is in his Undead state.
At this moment, the raging Cerberus has already displayed its formation. Ah Bao and Ah Be stand together and in a distortion, they merge into one, revealing their true form. The Cerberus starts to chant the Song of Hell at the same time and the gate to the Plane of Death is opened. That is the Demon King of Wrath, who represents the God of Hell.
Leading the charge, I have already entered into the depths of the Demon army. At this moment, the mountain-like Demon Kakajil is right in front of me. However, I smile delightedly. Waving the Sword of Roland that has unknowingly become complete once again, I whip the reins and the gigantic black warhorse, Eternal Night, whizzes forward and charges into the enemy formation.
In this world, I am still the Holy Knight Prince Roland and not the incomplete Lich Roland. I am the Chief Knight of the Knight Troop!
At this moment, Adam is already locked in battle with Kakajil. Seeing that I have come to support him, he is stunned for a moment before smiling.
"As expected, it is Big Brother Rolo. Why, have you finally thought it through and decided to meet me one last time? "
Yes, although I have reverted to my past appearance and my age isn't quite right, the shape of my face should be too similar to the Big Brother Rolo in his memories. It is time for me to verify my conjecture.
"Sigh, I originally intended to send you off with my past appearance after reviving completely. Let's talk nonsense later, there is someone waiting for me. So, do you need help? "
"Of course, if we can gang up on each other, we won't fight one on one. Isn't this what you always say?"
Old enemy? Old friend? Old brother? I can't tell them apart anymore.
Adam and I smile at each other. The crimson God Sword and the silver longsword clash in mid-air and sparks fly. In the next moment, we strike the Demon Count at the same time.
"Slash of the Flowing Water!"
"Holy Light, that enemy is worth fighting!!"
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