Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
With one person in front and the others behind, several streaks of light streaked across the sky.
The location of the naval battle was only a few hundred kilometers away from Antwerp, the capital of the Lowland Republic. With the speed of a Tier 4 Titled Knight, it would take less than an hour to reach this place.
The face of the Supreme Knight in the lead was gloomy, as if a layer of frost had condensed on it.
He had already keenly realized that with the death of the Bone Crusher, the power of the high-level Transcendents on both sides had returned to balance. Shilius was destined to lose control of the Frisian Kingdom.
He did not let anger get to his head. Instead, he immediately jumped from the perspective of a peak Transcendent to the perspective of a war commander to see the entire situation.
Could he win back the advantage in combat power?
Impossible. He could not do it before, and it was even more impossible now. Only a fugitive would risk everything in a moment of passion. That was something that only a fugitive would do.
Where did the so-called "Thunder and Dragon" Sarkani come from?
The possibility of a wild "Titled Knight" was very low. It could only be the Tulip Family, Sark, Heimar, and Atlan. These few forces that wanted nothing more than to see Shilius fall were behind the scenes.
Would the "Thunder and Dragon" or the other countries watching from the sidelines continue to join forces with Frisia to attack Shilius?
The possibility was very low. Appearing at the critical moment when Valhalla was destroyed meant that he had been observing the battle for a long time. He was not helping Frisia, but the "weak".
Now, there was no longer the best choice in front of Shilius, only the least bad choice.
He had to do everything he could to weaken the Lowland Republic, this new country that was stepping on Shilius, so that the Empire would be prepared to deal with it in the future.
The simplest way was … If I can't get it, I can't let you get it either!
As his mind raced, the jewel of the Lowland Republic, Antwerp, was already in front of him.
Even during wartime, this bustling city was showing the world its extraordinary charm as the trade, commerce, and banking center of this era.
Originally, this city had more than 1,000 branches of foreign banks and commercial organizations, including the commodity exchange and stock exchange.
The huge harbor could hold more than two thousand ships at the same time. Its handicraft industry was well-developed, and it was also the largest distribution center for textiles, coarse sugar, and other goods in the entire Origin Continent.
After the Netherland Bank Group returned and the Church of Wealth moved in, this became the political, cultural, and economic center of the entire lowland region. Its total population exceeded 220,000.
It was a well-deserved international metropolis.
However.
The residents living in this bustling city did not realize that they were facing an imminent disaster.
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame the ambition of the capitalists and the 'God of Bandits' that you believe in now!"
They were still a few kilometers away from the city.
The "Supreme Knight", who was flying between the sky and the sea, had already raised the ancient horn in his hand that seemed to have been polished from the horn of a buffalo. He put it to his lips and blew it with all his strength.
Du —!!!
[Secret Treasure of the Sea – Wrath of the Ocean Horn]
Effect: Wherever the sound waves reach, the humanized world will revert back to its original state, returning it to its natural state. All city walls, fortresses, cities, and villages will collapse.
Its lethality to Extraordinaires and armies is very low, almost nothing. However, it is a strategic weapon against cities and even national territories.
However, this treasure can only be used when the sole purpose is to destroy. Otherwise, the end result will only be a pile of worthless rubble.
Some things could be bought with money, such as the strange "Secret Treasure of the Sea" and the miscellaneous mercenaries … However, the resources of an overlord could not buy them.
Now, seeing that the situation was irreversible.
The "Supreme Knight" wanted to directly activate this rare "Secret Treasure of the Sea" and completely destroy the center of the Lowland Republic, Antwerp City!
Well, it was also commonly known as flipping the table when he could not afford to play.
Rumble …
The earth shook. Starting from the lighthouse and the dock at the outermost edge of the city, all the physical structures were shaken and collapsed rapidly with a rumble. Then, the city walls, houses, shops …
Everything in this bustling city was about to be turned into ashes under the power of the horn.
"God, help!"
"No —!"
"My leg! Wuwuwu … "
Although it would not directly kill civilians, the collapse of buildings was even more terrifying than an earthquake, and it would not care if there were still people in the houses.
"You are just pawns of the evil gods. This is your fate for daring to resist the Empire's rule! In the face of the absolute power of the "Secret Treasure of the Sea", even the descent of a demigod is useless! "
Seeing such a tragic situation, not only did the "Supreme Knight" not have any pity, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.
This Alfonso the Eighth's life motto was "Those who obey me may not prosper, but those who resist me shall perish!"
Since you want to be independent, you are no longer something that belongs to the Empire and no longer receive its protection. Even if it was destroyed, he would not feel any heartache, whether it was the property or the people here.
The destruction of Antwerp City could cause the economy of the entire lowland region to regress by at least ten years, and also buy time for Shilius to lick his wounds and fight another day.
Everything was worth it!
The group of high-level Extraordinaires who followed closely behind him also witnessed such a scene. No matter where they stood, they were all stunned speechless.
Elvin, who was far behind, was even more dumbfounded. Although it was not his own land that was destroyed, he could not help but sigh at the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the "Supreme Knight."
"This old schemer who has lived for hundreds of years is indeed ruthless. He is taking drastic measures to deal with the Lowland Republic."
At this moment.
A faint buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the arms of the "Supreme Knight." The Pope of the Sonorous Flame Sect, Wycliffe's urgent voice came from the feather that was enchanted with the Wind Speech Incantation.
"Your Excellency, the Andaman Sea has been defeated! The Sea King and Prince Roderick have died in battle. The Peacock Islands have fallen. His Majesty the Emperor … is in danger!
Please come back immediately to preside over the situation. "
The horn that reverberated between heaven and earth could not help but pause. The "Supreme Knight" suddenly turned his head to look across the 240-kilometer-wide La Manche Strait at the place called the Tulip Islands.
A devilish voice kept surging in his heart. Go to the most prosperous place on that land … and blow the horn.
However.
Bam!
Without waiting for him to make a decision, the destructive sound wave that had been rushing forward to destroy everything suddenly paused. Just as it approached the Wealth Cathedral in the center of the city, it suddenly dissipated into the air.
However, it was replaced by another voice.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bell of heaven rang in the void. A brilliant golden light that all mortals could see descended from the sky.
Billions of pious voices intertwined into a grand hymn:
"Holy, holy! Holy, holy! God with full authority!
The Angel of Prosperity, the Lord of Gold, the ruler of capital …
In the morning, my songs penetrate the clouds and reach the Holy Land …
Holy, holy! All the Saints worship.
Wearing the golden crown, circling the shore of the Crystal Sea;
Millions of heavenly armies kowtow, praising the Lord God's name in unison … "
Then, a tall figure that was as majestic as the sky stepped out of the golden light.
He wore a snow-white robe, and behind him were three pairs of wings that seemed to be made of pure gold. His entire body was rippling with circles of golden divine light. He was gorgeous and dazzling, and had an imposing air of nobility.
His body was far taller than that of a normal human. Every inch of detail was perfect in the golden ratio.
The true appearance of his face was not clear. Only the two bright eyes that were like molten gold balls in the bright light were shining brightly.
The incarnation of the God of Black Wings, the Angel of Prosperity, had once again descended into the mortal world!
And unlike the last time, when he was only seen by the Lava Angel, Suter, this time, he appeared clearly in front of all humans.
In the half-destroyed city, countless people were prostrating on the ground, chanting the prayers of the Church of Wealth feverishly:
"The Holy Angel of Prosperity, the Lord of Gold, the Lord of Gold, the Ruler of Capital, the Guardian of Commerce …
I pray for you to control all the external aspects of my life, including my true wealth. Bless my life, give me the blessings that I deserve for today's use … "
A golden light sprinkled down. As long as the residents were not completely dead, they were all revived with full health.
The prayers in the city became even more fanatical.
What was a miracle? This was a miracle!
Proof that God and believers were together.
In the past, the results that might have taken the Church of Wealth decades to achieve were announced in an instant. The faith of the Angel of Prosperity and the Lord of Gold was deeply rooted in the hearts of all the survivors.
The fanatical power of faith almost condensed into a corporeal power in the air.
In order to create a separation between the extraordinary and the mortal world and not hinder the normal development of the human world, a true god had not revealed a miracle for a long time, let alone in such a straightforward way that it was exposed in front of everyone.
Although the effect was excellent, it was something that all gods, including demigods, disdained to do. What was the difference between it and an honorable king performing on stage?
Do you know that you have no artistic ethics? Vulgar! You'll be criticized by all your peers!
But this action also indisputably declared the determination of the Angel of Prosperity to turn Antwerp into a land of glory.
The glorious angel looked in the direction of the Supreme Knight and raised his hand to tap gently.
Pa!
The Horn of the Wrath of the Ocean in Alfonso VIII's hand actually shattered!
Indeed, the absolute and indestructible nature of the Secret Treasure of the Sea was relative. At the very least, the incarnation of a true god could easily break this law.
However, the Angel of Glory did not attack the Supreme Knight.
Because …
As the bell rang again, a red ray of light also fell from the southern sky.
An angel with six flaming wings, but his head was replaced by a torch, slowly descended from the sky.
Unlike the Angel of Prosperity who had removed his veil, this incarnation of the Eternal Fire, the Fire Thief Angel, only existed in the vague perception of devout believers and high-level Extraordinaries. The residents of the city did not notice him at all.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The two angels with divine light just looked at each other, and endless information had already flashed through their eyes thousands of times.
After nodding at each other, they both turned into golden and red rays of light and disappeared from the material world.
Then.
A golden Sacred Emblem of the Balance soared into the sky. Its appearance was like a sharp longsword that was erected. At the two ends of the sword was a combination of gold, land, factories, raw materials, and other currencies and production materials. At the other end were countless humans who were working hard.
At this moment, the ownership of this land had already been decided by the two true gods.
At this point, the battle for the Kingdom of Frisia, no, the Republic of the Low Countries, had completely come to an end.
However, the Shilius Empire had lost all its nutrients and returned to its pre-liberation state. The Republic of the Low Countries had lost half of the city of Antwerp and countless citizens, shops, and wealth. Its vitality was greatly damaged.
Looking at both the Empire and the Republic, who still looked like they wanted to eat each other alive, it was obvious that the battle between mortals was far from over.
Blood and turmoil seemed to have been written into the future history of these two countries!
No one noticed that the driving force behind this situation, the "Sound of Thunder and Dragon" Sarkani, who had helped out when he saw injustice, had long disappeared into the horizon.
He had the air of a hero who hid his achievements and fame.
"Independence of the Low Countries, balance of power, continuous bleeding … Don't thank me, this is what I should do! I never leave my name behind when I do good deeds. That's it. Goodbye, don't miss me! "
At the same time, the wreckage of the Valhalla that sank into the water also disappeared.
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