Chapter 284 (1/2)

The commoners of the mortal world did not know of the arguments and debates that happened inside the Pantheon Temple. The only thing on the minds of the two large armies fighting was victory. The Gods did not bother them.

The first to recover was the Orc Emperor, Junero Tiger. A flash of chilling light went through his eyes, and he raised his arms to let the guards beside him blow the giant signaling horn. This issued the command for a grand attack.

The bleak and heroic horn sound echoed in the cold air of winter. It woke the Orcs that were stunned.

What reason was there to hesitate? What was there to be stunned about? Even if the Gods and their oracles were not around anymore, the enemy side was just the same!

If this was so, then they still had the same huge advantage!

If this was so, what were they waiting for?! It was time to attack!

The battle arrays on both sides were already quite messy. Orcs, humans, and other races that supported each of the two parties mixed together in a mess. Once the Orcs decided to take action, they immediately damaged the human side.

The humans quickly reacted and began counter-attacking by rearranging their array. But compared to the Orcs, the humans were disadvantaged in terms of small-scale fighting. Because their arrays were still a mess, they immediately suffered losses. They survived thanks to the mortal believers of the God of Knights who had enjoyed large-scale resurrection. They recovered lots of battle power. Otherwise, the war situation might have immediately collapsed.

Fortunately, the human side maintained momentum. They gained a bit of advantage in the overall setting and had the knights who still had some divine power invested in them as a backbone. After some hard battles, they finally stabilized the battle array and began to fight back hard.

This meant that the Orcs mixed amongst the human battle array were finally killed. It also meant that the battle of these two parties had once again entered the cruelest stage of killing.

“Your Highness! Please give your order quickly!” messengers cried. One by one, they ran towards the Golden Eagle Crown flag, hoping that His Highness the King could immediately give orders. Attack or defend? If they were attacking, how should they attack? If they were defending, how should they defend? In short, they needed a plan.

But what they saw was His Highness lying on the floor, his head and body separated. A young man who looked quite similar to His Highness was wearing the Eagle Crown and holding the Eagle Sword, standing beside his dead body.

Some of the more impulsive people were immediately furious. They yelled angrily as they charged over to kill this abominable assassin, in order to avenge His Highness. Leon frowned a little. He almost took action, but priest Wookie moved first. He cast a spell to temporarily imprison these impulsive messengers.

“Everybody wait!” he said loudly. “This is the youngest son of the belated king. He is His Highness of Prince Leon, who survived the coup. He is the true heir to the kingdom!”

The messengers were stunned. Of course, they knew how King Woods was enthroned; they also knew that if Prince Leon came back, he absolutely had the right to kill the thief and calm the rebellion. There were even quite a number of them who secretly supported Prince Leon setting things back on the right path.

It was just that… the timing was f**king wrong!

War was in full swing. The dangerous situation needed His Highness the King to give orders. But Prince Leon had killed His Highness of the King with a sword… All right, they would admit that he was killed rightfully, and well, but what about the war?!

For a moment, the messengers felt sick to their stomachs. All cast eyes of helplessness and resentment at Leon, who came at a wrong time.

Leon could not help but laugh as they stared on.

“I know what you are all worried about,” he said. “Since I killed Woods, I will, of course, take up the responsibility he was to bear.”

He waved his hand and the “Eagle Clothing” armor on the floor flew up and attached to his body.

The three artifacts had once again converged. They immediately called out to each other and gave out a dim white light.

Now that the armor was on Leon’s body, the light of the three artifacts was more concentrated. It looked as if it had turned into a suit of armor completely made of white light.