CHAPTER 537

It seemed as if the sun had just penetrated the sky.

The eyes of the people looking at the flame orb formed by Jin were stained red.

It is the flames of hope and victory for allies, but the flames of fear and defeat for enemies.

The runes left behind by Riol Zipfel spread light through Jin's body.

Runes scattered like snowflakes had already been seen by those who suffered the Sword Emperor castle terror attack.

Even then, Jin used this magic to destroy Kinzelo's flying ship, Grenil.

And now, Annihilating Dark Sky Flame Orb, demon empress final version, was a gigantic orb that was incomparable to what the people witnessed in Sword emperor castle that day.

Although they have not yet recovered from the shock they received from Reverse Sky, the legacy of Riol Zipfel far surpasses even that.

It's beyond human limits. Now even those words couldn't explain Jin's spell.

Divine magic spell.

Since the will of the two gods were together, people felt them from Jin even if they did not know their names. Solderet and Kallum.

Some involuntarily put their hands together on their chests, some knelt down, and some closed their eyes.

Almost everyone on the battlefield unconsciously worshiped Jin.

Even as the war continued, the act was close to force.

Those with the highest rank among beings are called gods.

And even in the world of the gods, the two beings sitting on the highest throne were revealing their majesty through Jin.

Even if it wasn't a perfect manifestation, even the small creatures and nature that felt the majesty of the two gods were showing respect.

The insects in the ground shuddered, the birds flying far away gave a voice, and the wind stopped moving for a moment.

The darkness of the night receded from Solderet's shadow.

So humans at war have no choice but to worship.

In particular, Murakan was a dragon born from Solderet, and was more impressed by Solderet's subtle appearance than anyone else.

'Solderet...!'

He never expressed himself, but ever since he woke up after being stabbed by a friend's sword and falling into a thousand-year long sleep. No, since Solderet's voice started to fade before that.

Murakan missed his own god. The loss of a god by a being who's born from a god was a pain incomparable to that of a human being losing their parents.

[Huh, Murakan. Are you crying?]

[What nonsense? Look straight into my eyes, are there any tears here?]

[He cried seeing how sensitive you were reacting.]

[Heng! You think I'm you? The king of the sky doesn't shed tears.]

Murakan's curtains also had a new power.

It was a temporary strengthening that happened thanks to Solderet's will in the mirror, but it was a more satisfying moment for Murankan than the moments when he regained his old power little by little after waking up.

The darkness was getting deeper. All the lights placed under the influence of flame orb quickly lost their power.

The torches went out and the cannonballs that had been fired everywhere disappeared into the darkness.

The protective shields that shone like bubbles all over the battlefield lost their color, and even the divine power of time that Cuicantelle had spread faded.

It didn't really all disappear, but it seemed that way.

Jin's magic was only one light source in the darkened landscape.

Jin's body was floating in the air led by flame orb.

The remaining 17 battleships were superior in terms of simple size, but they looked like bugs in front of the sun.

No matter how mass-produced it is, it is the fleet of Zipfel. A fleet that is not even a ship.

Not long ago, there was only one Kozec flying ship in the world.

Starting with the appearance of Grenil, even mass-produced ships are pouring in, but the majesty of the flying ship itself has not disappeared. Still in war, a flying fleet means slaughter and terror.

Such a flying fleet was blocked by a single person and was unable to do anything.

[The legacy of the best mage in the clan, Runcandel dares to...…!]

[You are blaspheming us!]

The bombardment opportunity, which was gained by giving up half of the fleet, disappeared leaving only futile results.

Now, all that was left for the Spectre was the last prepared linking magic.

[The blasphemy is being done by you, the god of infinity mana is revealing his will in front of your eyes, but you can't even recognize it....]

Can you still call yourself a mage?

Jin continues the conversation in a cold voice.

[You guys are just pieces of meat with strong mana, and you are nothing more than dead men who fearlessly defied the providence. Rather, if your leaders were here, they would have paid their respects as humans first.]

Jin's finger pointed at the fleet.

Then the runes coiling around him moved towards the fleet. Looking up from the ground, it seemed like the Milky Way was flowing.

Riol's runes left a mark on the fleet and spectres.

At the same time, the wands of the wraiths also spread their magic.

No matter how great the mana of the spectres, there is no match for it.

That's why their last chain magic, the self-destructing move dedicated to the Spectres, 'Flaming Star' disappeared without even revealing its sharp brilliance.

It was the result of not having any elements that would infringe upon the majesty of the gods.

The explosion couldn't generate even a small light like a candle.

Aaaaaa...…! They just screamed like a monster, the summoned spectres were oxidizing without destroying anything in the sword emperor castle.

However, 17 flying battleships were exploding together in their self-destruction.

The hideous machines built to kill humans exploded and poured down black debris.

[Murakan, we must stop it!]

[Oh, that's a lot of debris! It's too wide, I can't block it all with curtains...!]

 Murakan stopped and widened his eyes. There will be countless deaths on their side with every falling fragment.

But the runes of Riol Zipfel were being engraved. Following Jin's will to ensure that no one of his allies is killed or injured.

[... You and I were worried for nothing, Solderet's will was manifested.]

Whoops, Pzzz... … !

The runes were completely dissolving the fragments falling on the heads of their allies in the air, to the extent that the determination of Murakan and Cuicantelle, who had been strengthening their powers and shields from earlier, was colorless.

And the flame orb hanging from the sky began to move forward.

Thousands of flames streams poured from the flame orb, tying the wrecked ships together.

The crashing ships halted their progress, but those not caught by the fire continued to fall to the ground towards the Imperial Army and the Zipfel Army.

"Even, run away...!"

"Avoid, avoid!"

It seemed like the rain was pouring down.

They couldn't even think of stopping it. There is no way to block it with a normal protective shield, and only superhumans who have reached the level will be able to bear its weight.

That's why the enemies are all shouting to run away and avoid it, but it was just a random word because there was no other way.

Where do you mean to run away?

All sides are blocked by the darkness of shadow force.

In the dark, where even the person next to you can be seen, the enemies had no choice but to wait for death.

Even more horrifying is the fact that what they couldn't stop are the fragments of the fleet.

Since the reversed sky had already unfolded, not only the wraiths but also the ground forces had collapsed. Command lost its value and orders were not passed on.

It's not that the emperor's army doesn't have a lot of powerhouses either. Although following the orders of the emperor, the commanders wanted to end this war with minimal damage from the beginning.

Who likes war except a madman? Needless to say, it was a war in which the pillars of the empire were destroyed by themselves.

They don't know about Zipfel, but the Imperial army was now certain about their defeat. Because of this, the commanders of the Imperial army wanted to save as many of their subordinates as possible even if they were to die.

It was not a desire to repent for this unfair war, but more of a belief that a commander should do so.

But if that sun falls to the ground....

'At this rate, it is annihilation, no one can survive….'

Ordinary knights and mages, and maybe even the emperor at the very end. If the flames spread to the rear and sides, everyone, even those who remained there would die

Tens of thousands die.

The unrealistic number of deaths was a predetermined reality.

The fact that so many humans could disappear from the face of the earth in just a few minutes was a problem that no one in the Imperial army had ever considered.

"How... how should... You mean we can avoid that?"

"Jin Runcandel! We lost, please stop, please!"

Eventually, declarations of surrender erupted from all over the imperial army. The commanders were shouting surrender without an order from the emperor.

Even though the heavens and the earth were shaking with all kinds of explosions and roars, Jin was listening to all those desperate and small voices.

And he answered right away.

[No matter what the background and circumstances are, the fact that you guys tried to trample on and kill my friend will never change.]

With the heart of a condemned man on his gallows, the emperor knelt down and banged his head on the ground, screaming.

Please spare me, please spare me

"Please...."

[That's why I think it would be good to burn all of you, but my god seems to has a different heart from me.]

As Jin slowly clenched his fists, the sun in the dark sky began to slowly fade.

At that point, the emperor's soldiers, who had been prostrate for a moment, screamed that they could live inside. There were not a few people who howled like animals and shouted thanks.

However, the mercy of Jin and the gods was not always merciful.

[I will take away the magic.]

The dark sun that colored the whole sky disappeared in an instant like a lie.

By then, not a single piece of debris had fallen on the allies, and the camp was in perfect order.

On the other hand, even though the dark sun disappeared, fragments of the fleet continued to pour over the heads of the enemies, and as a result, explosions were constantly occurring in various places.

The will of Jin and the two gods could sufficiently block it all, but they did not.

That was the price the imperial army had to pay.

[So those who can survive, survive and run away. My promise not to catch and kill those who retreat is still valid.]

Jin finished his speech.

And the rest of the emperor's army seemed to be running away at random, like worms under an exposed rock.