The Scepter of Immortality was made of an unknown material. The Pope used it to cast magic in front of all of us, and the light from the Antonio Scripture became even more dazzling.
A chapter made of light flew out of the book. There was a door and a paragraph of Draconic text on it. I could actually understand it.
The meaning of the text was roughly the same as what the Pope had said. At the Pope's signal, I placed my hand on the door of light.
Then, countless strands of light wrapped around my hand and pulled me into the light gate.
"You're finally here, Belgrave Flammarion!" An unfamiliar man's voice suddenly sounded in my head.
In just a moment, the white light in front of me gradually disappeared. What came next was a sky full of snowflakes.
Third Era, Year 1012, 5th October, Month of Frost.
"Lord Lancelot, it's all thanks to you that we were able to progress so smoothly today," a middle-aged man wearing a crown and dark gold plate armor said to me.
It turned out that I had become one with Lancelot. I was experiencing everything from his point of view.
I didn't speak to the middle-aged man wearing a crown. I just rode beside him in silence.
In front and behind us were tens of thousands of well-equipped Derman soldiers. That's especially true of the cavalry around us. They're none other than the famed Holy Emperor Barossa's personal guard. The middle-aged man wearing a crown and dark gold plate armor next to me was His Majesty Barossa.
At this moment, I was Lord Lancelot, the Holy Emperor's chief magic consultant and the Empire's number one mage.
On the snow-covered Tamil Plateau, the most majestic landscape in the world, I felt a surge of emotion.
The wind was biting cold, and snowflakes danced in the air. Under the protection of the gods, our army had finally advanced and was ready to attack the Dwarven Kingdom's capital, Anrila.
The entire Hadrador Continent stretched from the Beastman Kingdom to the west, the desert Haruz Kingdom to the east, to the German Empire itself. From the Kingdom of Northland to the grasslands Kurut Kingdom to the south, to the Elven Kingdom. Such a large territory was either subordinate to the German Empire, subservient to it, or annexed by the German Empire as a province.
It could be said that the Holy German Empire's territory, with the exception of the Dwarven Kingdom in the far north, belonged to Holy Emperor Barossa.
Now, the Empire was finally pointing its sword at the north. His Majesty Barossa had personally led tens of thousands of Imperial elites to conquer the Dwarven Kingdom and unify the entire Hadilador Continent.
Wherever the army went, they were met with stubborn resistance, but they were invincible. Banners covered the sky, and dwarven corpses littered the road.
Finally, they arrived at the capital of the Dwarves, the fortress that was as solid as a rock, Anrella. This was a city that stood on top of a snowy mountain. It was majestic, easy to defend, and difficult to attack.
The dwarves were a race of skilled craftsmen, and their castles were extremely sturdy.
The cold wind from the Tamil Plateau caused the snow on the ground to dance in the air. The scenery of the extreme north stretched as far as the eye could see and was incomparably magnificent.
When the soldiers arrived, I couldn't help but be amazed by the dwarven city.
The snow-white city walls and the snowy mountains of the extreme north merged into one. The mechanical weapons on the city walls were already ready and waiting for orders. It seems that the Dwarves are ready to fight to the death, and we are about to attack the city with all our strength.
The large siege weapons were already set up, and the siege chariots and ladders were approaching Anrella's city walls.
But at this moment, a loud horn sounded from the city walls of Anrella, where the white flag of the Flying Fire Dragon fluttered.
The dwarven city gate slowly descended, and a dozen or so ancient giants rushed out from the incomparably huge city gate. Following them were a dozen mammoths and more than a thousand dwarven knights. These dwarven knights were either riding wild boars or adopted animals.
At this moment, the Imperial soldiers were loading the catapults with burning stone under Holy Emperor Barossa's orders. After the live ammunition was loaded, the commander gave the order to fire. In an instant, fireballs whistled across the vast sky, crashing into Anrella's city gates, city walls, and the dwarven army.
The flames of war were already burning, and the final battle between the humans and the dwarves had finally erupted.
I, Lancelot, looked at Holy Emperor Barossa. He looked back at me, and gave me a smile and a nod of appreciation.
"Lancelot, from today onwards, this continent will only have one ruler and his virtuous subjects. And I, will be that ruler, and you will be that one and only virtuous subject! Follow me, and let us kill to our heart's content. "After saying this to me, the Holy Emperor spurred his horse to the front of the army.
"Soldiers, in today's battle, there will be no more enemies. We will step over the corpses of our enemies, and welcome our glory!" The Holy Emperor shouted to the tens of thousands of elite Imperial soldiers.
The horn for the humans to charge slowly sounded, and thousands of Derman's personal cavalry, fully clad in black plate armor and riding on tall warhorses, followed the Holy Emperor as he charged towards the dwarven army.
Through Lancelot's eyes, I saw all of this with my own eyes. My heart was filled with excitement. I never thought that I would be able to personally experience such a large-scale war in this lifetime. Although I couldn't control all of this, I could only follow Lancelot's every move and experience this war from hundreds of years ago.
Then, Lancelot rode his horse and caught up to the Holy Emperor. As the Holy Emperor's magic advisor, not only did I have to protect him, I also had to play a huge role in the war.
Seeing the ancient giants with my own eyes, I was still a little intimidated.
However, the Royal Cavalry, who were armed to the teeth, charged fearlessly towards them, accompanied by huge fireballs flying towards them from behind.
In comparison, the number of dwarves was indeed insufficient, even though we had long heard of the dwarves' battle prowess.
The gigantic mammoths, together with the skills of the dwarven craftsmen, created a powerful war machine. The mammoths were equipped with many metal armors, and a tower was built on the back of the mammoths. This way, the dwarven spear-throwers could attack the enemies below from above. At the same time, they could also control the direction of the mammoths to prevent them from accidentally injuring their allies.
At this moment, I dismounted from my horse and stood in the center of the army. I began to cast my magic.
The Holy Emperor and a group of Royal Cavalry stood guard around me. They knew that I needed some time.
At this moment, the armies of both sides had already clashed fiercely. In that instant, the earth trembled, and everyone's heart trembled.
The gigantic mammoths trampled many of the Royal Cavalry to death, and the dwarven spear-throwers also pierced through some of them with their spears. Distorted armor, crushed bones, and splashed body fluids. It was hard to imagine that a few seconds ago, this was still a mighty Royal Cavalry.
As for me, I had finally finished preparing my magic. Now, it was time to watch my performance!
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