Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 370 - 8: The Conqueror’s Pose_2

The Black Iron Kingdom is the most powerful hegemonic kingdom among the Earth Countries, and its Conqueror Order equates to international law, capable of mediating international wars.

No single nation can defeat it; only internal conflicts, external pressures, natural disasters, societal upheaval, and numerous other factors can bring it to such a state.

The Black Iron King’s face showed deep sorrow.

He was like a child trying to hold down a pressure cooker, but his hands were shattered in the explosion.

Because the times move forward, and he cannot resist the immense inertia of history, the current contradictions in the Black Iron Land have reached their peak.

He and the White Steel Princess were on one side, while Pine and the Church Court were on another.

One of them would inevitably fall.

The Black Iron King said, "If it is to continue, then let it be I who continues it. If it is to end, let it be I who ends it."

His figure became noble and strong, and his countenance appeared extraordinarily dignified under the crown, with his bright green eyes shining exceptionally.

"Your Majesty, you need not do so, I am willing to guard your throne," said Pine.

"I am willing as well," said Gael.

The Oak Grand Duke watched silently, as quiet as an ancient tree.

Iolion was truly exhausted, feeling despair; the burden of maintaining peace was too heavy. And he did not possess the profoundness and capability of the previous king; he could only let the former king decide everything.

"Pine, Gael, Ryan, come, let our forebears’ era end here in a manner worthy of song and tears," he said once more.

Iolion raised his palm, reaching for the gray and hazy sky.

In that moment, those High Order Knights witnessed the eruption of dazzling power from the Black Iron Crown.

It was crafted not of gold or silver, nor jewels, but of Black Iron and bronze. Ioannos had enchanted it with a magic spell and etched it with the ancient people’s Magic Runes—deep, cold, dark, and unyielding—a crown borne to defy All Gods.

Now, it seemed to burst forth with resplendent light, yet it illuminated no one. Murky clouds obscured the sun, and everything on the earth was either gray or black, like a harbinger of the Dark Age.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!!

Three divine lights responded to him from various parts of the land.

Two from the Northern Land, one from Reef Castle.

They tore through the sky, illuminating the earth, flying like comets, trailing tails of light.

When the three divine lights descended upon the Black Iron King, people realized Iolion had changed his appearance.

The Black Iron King held the Glory Divine Sword and the Immortal Shield, dressed in the Fury inheritance—resilient armor.

After more than a century, this heavenly god’s imposing demeanor that once illuminated the Dark Age appeared once again on this land.

Iolion’s body seemed to suddenly grow taller, while everyone present appeared to shrink correspondingly. They were clearly looking level, yet it seemed as though they were looking up, as from that Heavenly God Armor, they briefly captured the power and authority of the King’s Statue in the Plaza of Kings.

This is truly the figure of a conqueror!

The wind of the wilderness battlefield blew mercilessly, the Southern mountains were in deep twilight, and the White Corner River surged with tears. The melodious epic was sung throughout the ages, even across an entire era it remained as clear as ever—

Black Iron, Black Iron! From the Eastern highlands, to the Divine Mysterious in the west, south to Cangyue, north to Ice Island!

Heavenly Pegasus Plain, King’s Garden!

Once Ioannos forged the sword White Dawn, the Divine Steed reincarnated, pacifying the darkness!

The crown stood seven swords, the majestic Black Castle, the source of Order!

Son of Ioannos, son of Ioannos!

Inheriting the ancient mandate, armor confronts, divine sword sweeps clean, shield bears alone!

Black Iron King, King of Kings, Eternal King, rushing to the battlefield!

Alas! Black Iron!

The previous king is lost, the latter king arrives again!

When will the return be?

...

Iolion felt powerful forces within his body, and his perception of that invisible world became increasingly clear.

Shadows of the Kings.

Shadows of the Kings’ armies.

The mist formed steeds, the Shield Guard Army, Surging Wave Knights, Shattered Archers, Oak Guardsmen, the Black Iron and White Knights from Black Castle, the three Knight Orders of the Church Court...

Those Extraordinary Units were fully armed in that world’s reflection.

It was a steel apparition in the Netherworld, the ghostly image of armies from the real universe.

Certain Conquest Knights could utilize Magic Steel, mountain copper, Mithril, Fine Gold, gemstone crystal, and other Extraordinary materials to present their Netherworld visage.

Lower grade Conquest Knights relied on equipment, whereas higher grade Conquest Knights relied on themselves.

The more exquisite the equipment, the stronger the martial prowess, the clearer the reflected visage became,

Meanwhile, in this invisible world, all mortal armies completely vanished.

He surveyed those reflections, uniquely astonished that the River Valley Army, though lacking widespread Extraordinary equipment, could still be vaguely reflected.

Other Extraordinary Units wore steel apparitions, but they seemed as if crafted from steel fantasy, with the parts exposed reflecting various metallic gleams.

Is this the young king’s secret art? Iolion thought, considering that new king’s experience was far from sufficient; they could only emerge prominently through other avenues, or else how could they have opposed the armies of the Kings within merely a few years?

Any force present here existed far longer than them. Much, much longer.

But he could no longer focus on these earthly matters.

In the shadows of those present, none were clearer than his, vivid almost to the point of life-like.

Because when summoning the Three Divine Artifacts, he had already half-stepped into that dark, cold, eerie world; he was both Netherworld creature and real-world being.

Iolion wore the crown, and behind Iolion stood another grand, mighty king, seven feet tall, wearing the same crown, none other than the will of Conqueror Ioannos.

This was the source of the constant pain in his spirit.

It was the power passed down by Conqueror Ioannos, a means to maintain order.

And the group with the next clearest Netherworld apparition wasn’t the Shield Guard Army, nor the Surging Wave Knights; it was a choir of Nuns shining with white light.

Their figures were equally distinct in the Netherworld.

They devoted their lives to the nameless, formless ancient All Gods, offering pure, noble, pious faith for the All Gods.

Yet the Nuns’ power was also very peculiar, they referred to that power as ’Divine Power’ and ’Miracle.’

The Divine Power of All Gods could only fully exert its force in the Netherworld.

And he had now completely entered this invisible realm.

Once, the Witch Forest was pushed to the brink, forced to launch a suicidal attack on the Holy City, attempting to slaughter gods.

The Frost Witch Valia from the Northern Land wielded two divine artifacts, ravaging the Holy City, unstoppable; even five Holy Knights couldn’t fight back.

But the artifact’s glory was ultimately suppressed by the Nun Choir.

Only because divine power can only be suppressed by another divine power.

They collectively remained silent, quietly watching the King of Kings, the Eternal King before them. In their contrast, all the elite units became faintly obscure.

"Emperor Ioannos! Please lift your magic spell." they implored the Conqueror.

Ioannos swung the Glory Divine Sword, colorful as a rainbow, the sword light surged forth!

Swish!

...

The real universe.

Iolion similarly swung that divine sword, its blade dazzling and crystal clear like glass, during the swing, blazing sword light spewed forth, that dazzling sword light in this dim world seemed to contain life.

But it indeed harvested life.

As if mowing grass, numerous mortal auxiliary soldiers perished in an instant, dozens sliced through the waist, bloodlines gushed, brutally unbearable to the eye.

Only the Extraordinary troops wearing Extraordinary Armor were spared, countering the unrestrained sword light with shields and armor.

"Mortals fall back!!" the high command of the Holy War Army shouted in chorus.

The most terrifying event occurred!

Facing the River Valley Army, Axe Guard, and others, the believers could sacrifice themselves to greatly deplete the enemy’s stamina, therefore deploying them as cannon fodder.

But facing Iolion in Heavenly God Armor, even consumption was impossible for those mortals.

Now the expendables became those Conquest Knights, the existence of mortal armies instead impeded the performance of the Conquest Knights.

Nothing was more terrifying than this.

But as long as they withstand it, as long as they withstand it...

Light hides behind terror.