Chapter 272 (1/2)

Between reality and ideality, there is always a distance.

For example, a young author was determined to quit his job and immerse himself in writing internet novels. His goal was to write 30,000 words per day, to get a monthly income of 200,000. But he could not even write 10,000 words a day and did not earn 200,000 bucks in the entire year. Instead, he got himself into the hospital…

Another example: Sui Xiong was pretty confident in his drawing skills. If he had traversed to the Tang and Song dynasty, he could have become a famous artist. He might have left behind a legend that would intertwine with stories such as “the man who drew the finishing touch on the dragon.” But he had traversed to this world instead, and was f**king turned into a large jellyfish…

Back on the battlefield, the difference between ideality and reality was evident. Although Woods Igor was wearing the three Eagle Artifacts and a full set of enhanced magic buffs from a legendary pastor, it was not enough to fill the gap between his ability and Norham’s.

There was still a little that made up for it. At least he could fight Norham for nine rounds before being hit away by his ax.

“What trash!” Norham did not chase after him. As a soldier with heavy armor, he was really not good at chasing games as a lightweight cavalry could. So after he hit Woods away with his ax, he just held the long ax handle as he stood there and laughed loudly. “Compared with your old man, you have really insulted the three Eagle Artifacts!”

He was, in fact, qualified to say that. In the past years, he had fought Woods’ father more than once; or rather, it should be said that every time the three Eagle Artifacts were activated, it was mostly him who fought them.

More than half of the scars on his body were created by the Sword of Eagle.

As the old rival of His Highness the King of Eagle Kingdom, and as the old rival of Sword of Eagle, his comment was strong and powerful. Woods had no reply for it.

Yep; he was vomiting blood, so he could not reply to anything.

“Quick! Protect His Highness the King!”

“Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”

The king was hit until he flew away and vomited more blood. His army guards panicked and everyone went into chaos. Some of them hurried to Woods’ side and tried to protect him by shielding him with their bodies. Some of them who quickly adjusted the battle array and wanted to retreat with the troops to send His Highness to a safe place to rest.

Looking at the shaky flags of the Golden Crown Eagle, it seemed it was about to turn around to retreat in a moment.

When that time came, they would be defeated like a fallen mountain.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the outside of the main plane near the battlefield.

It was a knight riding a skinny old horse who wore a set of broken armor. Both the rider and the horse were listless. He looked extremely shabby.

But nobody dared to look down on him. At least ten figures appeared after he did who wanted to block his path. But they were one step too late. They could only watch this shabby old knight ride his old horse, that seemed as if it would collapse any moment, as they entered the main plane.

“How can that be possible?!” Bigpister lost his voice screaming. “Doesn’t He have strong divine power?! How can He enter the main plane?!”

As everyone knew, the Goddess of Life had left a wonderful enchantment on the main plane. As soon as any God with higher than weak divine power entered the main plane, He would be killed thunderously by a supernatural power falling from the sky. There was no exception at all.

This standard was not only effective for Gods; it was also effective to all sorts of powerful creatures and even inanimate objects.

If one wanted to enter the main plane, they would have to set up a seal to suppress his own powers to comply with this standard. Or they would have to create a small world to cover themselves temporarily, to avoid being in direct connection with the main plane.

Or else, wait for the thunder to kill them until all their soul dispersed!

Yet, the God of Knights had broken this limit. He obviously had strong divine power, but he had entered the main plane. And yet, He was not killed by the thunders of the Goddess of Life!

This… How was this possible?!

The Pantheon Temple was stunned. Many of the Gods stood up and looked towards the God of Knights, who was sitting with His back against the chair. He seemed as if He might die at any moment.

“Your Highness King of Order! This is against the order!” Lefon finally could not maintain grace any longer as He jumped up and shouted.

The King of Order, who rarely got up, was standing. He turned around to look at the God of Knights. Then He seemed to understand something. He sighed lightly.

“He has not gone against the order,” He said. “Astoril now has weak divine power.”

All the other Gods were stunned. Only then did they realize the God of Knight’s seat was moved far back in the Pantheon Temple. That meant that His deity had fallen into the weak divine power levels.

But… how was this possible?!

An absolute expert who used to have strong divine power, who single-handedly beat the entire Orc God System into a sorry state? How could He fall to this point now?

Lefon was stunned for quite a long time before He recovered. He yelled out loud, “You did it on purpose! You stripped the clergy from Yourself on purpose, so that Your deity would fall, so that You could avoid limitations and enter the main plane!”

The God of Knights did not reply. He just sat there quietly.

Outside the main plane, the Orc Gods looked at each other but had no idea what to do.

The God of Knights must have been rushing towards the battlefield if He was entering the human world. Although He only had weak divine power, His believers were all on the battlefield right now. How scary would the force be when a God fought side by side with His believers!

In theory, Orc Gods could also strip their clergies to lower their deities to the level of weak divine power, so they could rush over to fight the God of Knights. And yet, regardless of whether they had enough time to do it in an emergency, it was an extremely painful thing for a God to be stripped of His clergy. Even a healthy and strong-willed God would have to rest for three to five days after doing it. And now, they wanted to rush over to have a big fight with the God of Knights right after they stripped the clergies from themselves? Even if they were looking to die, it would not be this way!

As they were thinking, the God of Knights charged forward with His horse. Many of His believers were on the battlefield. With the connection of belief, He only took a moment to leap across the entire sky along with His horse and arrive in the center of the battlefield.

Coincidentally, He appeared right where Spencer and Crick were. When He appeared there was a gust of strong wind that blew away all of the Orcs about to break their defensive array.

After He landed, He turned His head around and looked. All He saw was the battlefield covered in red. The loyal and brave soldiers of the church of God of Knight were lying on the ground. Most of them were almost dead and there were only a few of them who could barely stand up.