Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 272: Chapter 142

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 finis.h.i.+ng 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 tras.h.!.+” 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. .h.i.t 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 s.h.i.+elding 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 n.o.body 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 G.o.ddess of Life had left a wonderful enchantment on the main plane. As soon as any G.o.d 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 G.o.ds; 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.ddess of Life!

This… How was this possible?!

The Pantheon Temple was stunned. Many of the G.o.ds stood up and looked towards the G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.ds were stunned. Only then did they realize the G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d of Knights did not reply. He just sat there quietly.

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

The G.o.d of Knights must have been rus.h.i.+ng 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 G.o.d fought side by side with His believers!

In theory, Orc G.o.ds could also strip their clergies to lower their deities to the level of weak divine power, so they could rush over to fight the G.o.d 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 G.o.d to be stripped of His clergy. Even a healthy and strong-willed G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d 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.

He swung His sword, and a warm ray of light came down upon them. Those who could still stand and were injured immediately recovered health and physical strength. Even the knights who had just died were resuscitated. Every one of them looked around without a clue, not sure what exactly had happened.

The belief connection between G.o.d and His believers immediately let them understand what was happening.

The G.o.d that they believed in, the home of their souls, the almighty knight who they had been wors.h.i.+pping and caroling since they were young, had come down to the human world Himself!

Spencer’s eyes were filled with hot tears. He was so excited that he threw away his sword and hugged Crick. He lost his voice as he screamed, “It is His Highness! His Highness has come! He has come to help us!”

“Let… let go… I… I am going to… be strangled… to death…”

Until Spencer let go of him, Crick was suffocated until his face turned white. He almost lost his breath.

He was also pitiful. Though he didn’t die in the continuous battles just now, he almost died being strangled by his friend who was over excited by the arrival of the light.

“Today I finally understand, air is so wonderful, being able to breathe is such a happy thing…”

Except for Crick who was sitting on the floor panting heavily, G.o.d of Knight’s vision swept across all of His believers. He smiled gently and drew out His sword.

His sword was unpretentious; there was no decoration at all. It was like a normal weapon that one could find in a common town from a second-grade weaponsmith shop who simply made it to complete the number of weapons made for rookies.

He raised His sword towards the sky, and there were bright white rays s.h.i.+ning down from the sky, onto the bodies of every believer of the G.o.d of Knight. It healed the living and revived the dead, and gave them endless courage. They understood that the G.o.d that they believed was there and going to fight alongside them.

At that moment, the believers of the G.o.d of Knight cheered. Their sound of cheering mixed together, suppressing the sound of killing on the battlefield.

At the next moment, G.o.d of Knight swung His sword and pointed at the Orcs’ position.

All of the believers of G.o.d of Knight cheered and growled together. Those who were still alive held tightly onto their weapons; those just revived simply picked up a weapon and charged towards the Orcs’ position.

Almost all of the believers of the G.o.d of Knight on the main plane were gathered here. Originally they were seen as disposables who were going to die, but now they were the main characters of this war!

“Advance! Advance!”

“Charge! Attack! Victory!”

“Kill the Orcs!”

“Fight for the glory of His Highness!”

“There is no more regret in my life now!”

There were even knights singing the songs of the church of the G.o.d of Knight together. That was the song composed for the human’s G.o.d since the beginning of time, a song to praise the old knight who guarded humans.

For a long time, the knights would sing carols like this as they fought every difficult b.l.o.o.d.y battle; yet they fell down one after another. Though they had no regrets, they had not tasted life without dejection.

But today, the G.o.d who they praised was here! And here to fight alongside them!

The notes song joined together and turned into battle clouds that charged to the sky.

Under the flag of the Orc emperor, emperor Junero frowned deeply as he held his fist tightly. He didn’t know what he should do.

“How can it be like this?!” He growled deeply. He was restless as if he was a tiger inside a cage, but he could not do anything. “What should I do?!”

Outside the main plane, the Orc G.o.ds were also thinking hard for a solution.

They had to seize time because if they did not hurry they would surely lose the war.

“Oh right! We also have someone with weak divine power!” Lefon’s eyes suddenly turned bright. He turned to look at the few G.o.ds who always felt a lack of presence amongst the Orc G.o.ds System.

Those few G.o.ds were suddenly panicking. Each of them begged for forgiveness.

Although they could go in and out of the main plane freely, going against the G.o.d of Knight with their abilities? It was laughable.

Lefon immediately realized this as well and understood that this idea was not practical at all. He sighed deeply.

“Let us put our clones down then,” He said helplessly. “It seemed like that old man was almost out of breath anyway. There are so many of us, and all of us are young and strong. Even if we use our clones to fight him one by one, He will die of exhaustion!”

This was the only idea, as there were no other ways. The G.o.d clone seemed like it could fight as well, though in reality there was a huge difference from the actual body. Perhaps when facing rookie G.o.ds such as Sui Xiong, the difference between a clone and real body would not be huge. But when facing the G.o.d of Knights, an experienced old man who was older than 90% of the G.o.ds, sending a clone was exactly like sending one to die, wasting precious divine powers to exhaust the old man’s physical strength.

This trade was a complete loss!

Seeing that His Highness of Main G.o.ds was going to send His clone down to fight, the few G.o.ds with weak divine power could not sit aside any longer. Each of them asked for work. But since Lefon decided to exhaust the G.o.d of Knights, how could He take the risk of having His subordinates fall by letting them partic.i.p.ate in the war?

Each of the Orc G.o.ds clones arrived in the human world one after another, accompanied by a bright light surrounding them. They rushed forward towards the battlefield.

The war that was initially between Orcs and humans had finally turned into a major war between the G.o.ds.

One G.o.d, versus one entire G.o.d System.

Just like a long, long time ago, when humans had just been born.