Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 372 - 9: The Fall of Kings_2

’Son of Iaos! Brave forward!’

He enjoys tournaments, but rarely fights himself.

At this moment, he mastered a hundred martial arts, the will of the former king fully revived within him, also granting him those ancient and effective combat experiences.

He carved a bloody path, spanning half the battlefield.

Passing by the Axe Guard who had fought madly, crossing the phalanx of the River Valley Army, stepping over fallen stags, appearing in the eyes of the Oak elite troops, and now he reached here.

Finally, he arrived a hundred meters away from the banner of All Gods.

Under the holy banner, hundreds of Holy Chant nuns silently watched him, vivid like phantoms of the Netherworld in the mortal world.

They wore simple clothes, always chanting melodious and ethereal songs.

Those overwhelming divine powers pressed down on him, like invisible giant hands squeezing him.

But he wore resistant armor, his soul also protected inside the armor.

The armor came from a dark and lost era, rumored to be crafted by All Gods, infused with magic spells during forging, granting him immunity from negative states, as well as from the holy chant’s divine power.

When the witches jointly attacked the Holy City, that foreign witch had one thing missing, lacking the resistant armor, otherwise, the Witch Forest might truly have a half chance of god-slaying.

Now the Three Divine Artifacts united.

Iolion endured that heavy pressure.

The Black Iron King said painfully: "I am the master of this land, no one can suppress me!"

His soul felt exhausted, but he resolutely swung his sword at the void. It was as if he was cutting through a phantom, a ghost, an invisible entity.

From the Netherworld’s perspective, he severed those divine powers, cutting through the illusions of the nuns.

The faces of those Holy Chant nuns turned pale on the spot, and some nuns cried out, then fainted.

Iolion stepped forward to the banner of All Gods.

The sea of exhaustion surging from deep within his soul engulfed his whole being.

The flagpole was thick, slender, and extremely towering, its flag like a sacred tapestry falling from the sky, woven with the patterns of the Thirty-Three Divine Seating.

The great banner collapsed, the Church Court retreated, there was still a chance...

So, he swung his sword down...

The motion came to an abrupt halt...

All strength exhausted.

In the last conscious moment, he saw the shadow of the Netherworld suddenly swell.

Rising, covering the earth, drowning the stars with its boundless shadow, it approached him.

One silhouette after another emerged from within the shadow, they had wings, tails, sharp claws, breathed flames, flying towards him in hordes...

But he no longer felt tired.

Felt nothing at all.

...

That heavenly god-like figure ceased to act at some point.

Iolion stood motionless.

The Commander of the Judgement Knight Order approached, holding a cavalry spear forged of Fine Gold, slowly moving closer, to stab the side abdomen of the King of the End.

Suddenly the Black Iron King grasped the tip of the golden cavalry spear, pulling the commander closer, the latter was shocked, had no room to resist, only to see the Black Iron King swing the Divine Sword, splitting that High Order Knight in half.

After completing this, the golden cavalry spear slipped from the Black Iron King’s hand.

Instinctively, he planted the Glory Greatsword into the ground, the hilt of the Broad Sword pressed against his chest, as if he slept leaning on the sword, like the Doomsday Stele.

Lonely he stood on the battlefield.

The armor stood lonely on the battlefield.

One minute passed...

Two minutes passed...

Faintly visible were fine powders and ashes drifting out from the crevices of the armor, more and more drifting.

The wind swept those fragments, scattering them over the vast land.

Silently, the Black Iron Crown slipped, falling onto the blood-stained ground, that metal crown shattered to pieces.

Iaos’s magic spell was lifted.

The Church Court lost their last shackle.

The kings fell silent.

Everyone stopped fighting.

Until much later, Fury, Oak, and Riptide, the three Black Iron Dukes, respectively stepped forward to take their family’s inheritance. They dismantled that heavenly god-like figure thoroughly.

Yet inside that armor was already empty.

At this moment, the battlefield reverberated with a mournful cry.

"Lord Yerman!"

The crowd saw a remnant of the Axe Guard surrounding a fallen Berserker, who was the very King of Ice Island. He drank large amounts of secret medicine to suppress severe injuries, now the injuries retaliated, he could no longer hold on.

The fallen king wanted to say something, he raised his hand pointing to the northern sky, but uttered nothing, the hand then dropped heavily on the ground.

He had passed away suddenly.

The world all knew he was a man who kept his word, Iaos had in the past assisted the first King of Ice Island to establish the Ice Island Kingdom, now the Black Iron decline, he rushed recklessly, remembering the alliance agreement from over a century ago.

The Axe Guard sorrowed and mourned, all shedding tears.

Green dropped his heavy sword from his hand, slanting it into the ground, he gazed in the direction pointed by the King of Ice Island, seeing the gray sky drifting with some white elves.

His somewhat frivolous face now bore a hint of sadness, catching a cold snowflake on his fingertip, it melting in an instant, cold and piercing.

"It’s snowing," Green said.

The snow came earlier this year than ever before.

But then, his pair of long and beautiful eyes widened, vaguely seeing some shadows from the other side of the clouds.

He was not the only witness.

For the shadows grew nearer, clearer!

In disbelief and shock, those creatures supported by the wings of the gale arrived with a roar in the eyes of everyone on the battlefield!

...

They were a race from the dark ages, immense and evil.

Dragons had descended. Bringing storms and flames, the silent spread of fear.

And standing atop the towering backs of the dragons was a woman, or rather, a witch, while eight more dragons hovered in the sky, manipulating the airflow, flapping their wings.

Iota Hina rode the Divine Steed, her posture noble, loudly declared, "This is the battlefield of the Human Clan’s kings and this land belongs to the Human Clan’s kings, we have not invited foreigners here, identify yourselves!"

The witch said, "I am Selin’s child, Cassandra Pereya, inheriting the Conqueror’s treasure in the distant land of Igo, replacing Lord Ioannos to persuade the Dragon Clan to fulfill the promise, here to assist the Black Iron King."

"Our king has passed, you’re a step too late," said the Black Iron people.

"What a pity," she said, but no sincerity could be discerned, Cassandra added, "Since the Black Iron King has passed, the Black Iron Land should fall into my hands, subjects, I am your Black Iron Queen."

This statement infuriated Iota Hina. She charged on horseback, angrily questioning, "Who crawled out from where, how dare you call yourself the queen!"

The witch said, "I return riding dragons, they’re acknowledging me as Lord Ioannos’s successor, your Highness the princess, are you vying for the succession to the Black Iron Land with me?"

The White Steel Princess said, "You’re unworthy. If you dare stand before me, I’ll slice off your tongue!"

The witch said, "But I’m standing in the sky right now."

The dragon below her spewed a stream of scorching flames, the White Steel Princess slashed the flames apart with her sword, but the flames were fierce, continuously surging.

Her Divine Steed reacted quickly, leaping three to four meters high, fleeing away, but the dragons took flight, persistently pursuing the White Steel Princess. Across the plain scorched the blazing fire.

Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Gael the Grand Duke rode out on horseback, holding the Immortal Shield, blocking the dragon flame, standing in front of Tashina, said with a grim face, "Witches? Dragon Clan? It seems you’re tired of living!"

By this time, the Shattered Archer and Surging Wave Knight also charged out.

The former drawing bow and nocking arrows, the latter throwing sharp spears, those swift and dangerous projectiles were hard to disperse even by the airflow from the dragons’ wings.

Cassandra had no choice but to rise higher again with the Dragon Clan.

Cassandra said angrily, "I come to proclaim my sovereignty, and you dare treat me like this?!"

The White Steel Princess said, "What sovereignty do you have? You have no bloodline, no legality. A piece of clay dreaming of touching the Black Iron Throne? The trick is too poor, even a jester can’t compare."

The witch sneered, "Very well then! When my army along with the Dragon Clan descends upon the Black Castle, let’s see if your tongues stay that hard!"

After speaking, she and those dragons flew back north.