Chapter 274 (1/2)

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.