Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 475: The Connection

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Since this dimension was filled with half-solid space blocks, the speed of flying was greatly restricted. Also, since the world was relatively undeveloped, long-distance teleportation circles did not even exist. Thus, Francis and Lucien both excluded the possibility that the Lord of War would arrive and get involved in this fight when they were making the plan. After all, they thought that the Lord of War was still in the Angonorma Empire, which was quite far away from Erdo. It would take a legendary at least two days to arrive here from the empire. As for a false god like the Lord of War, it would at least take seven to eight days.

Also, no false gods would like to leave their own domain for too long. When Avando escaped after defeated by Antanas, instead of following up the victory, Antanas only asked the priests and the divine-blooded heroes to chase after Avando and himself went back to Angonorma Empire immediately. Unless facing a super serious issue, a false god would never show his full presence.

Neither did France nor Lucien expect this. The real Lord of War had used the level nine legendary power, and thus, the arrow pierced through Ell’s chest.

Thoughts quickly flashed through Francis’ mind:

The Lord of War must have left Angonorma Empire a week ago to arrive here now. Therefore, the impetus must not be the debate, but something else. Was the Lord of War here to eliminate all the false gods including the God of Moon? Was this debate a mere conspiracy?

But if this was the case, the Lord of War would not have to come here in full presence. An avatar of Him, plus a few chief priests and the divine-blooded heroes, would be more than enough to suppress the weaker churches. The reason should be more than this…

Only a handful of false gods in this world, such as the three Goddesses of Fate on the ice plain in the north, possess the gift of prophecy, the Lord of War was for sure not one of them. There was very unlikely that the Lord of War came was because He sensed some kind of danger, as Ell was not a threat to the Lord of War at that moment at all — Moreover, the almighty power of Ell only existed in their bragging. Even if Ell’s power would grow rapidly in the future, no prophecy spells could foresee such a remote fact at the current time.

On the rushing Solna River, the shadow of the cliffs suddenly aggregated and fiercely rose up in the air. Ell took form in the shadow but was now even weaker. Obviously, the penetration from the arrow was bad. If it had not been that he now possessed power in the domain of redemption and evaded the fatal strike by blurring life and death, He would have been completely dead by now.

Ell did not have time to rejoice over His survival — the arrow had torn down his disguise, and the Lord of Underworld and the rest of the gods had known the truth. They were now no more afraid of or concerned about Ell’s power — Ell was weak.

However, the biggest threat still came from the arrow. The iron arrow was free from the limitations of space and could arrive without any trace within a blink of the eye.

The Lord of War howled again, and the horrible power gathered one more time. The false gods hiding around were ready to take action. Francis flashed past the air above the Temple of War and turned himself into a dense black cloud, blocking the sky completely.

In the dark cloud, a snake as huge as a mountain lifted its nine heads, revealing the cold, sharp fangs.

Then the hydra dived fiercely and became nine flashing black blades, the black mist winding around carrying this great power of destruction.

All the powers of the rest eight heads joined in the one in the center. The ultimate power of devastation was formed!

Therefore, a radiant knight with the bloodline of Hydra often owned a title closely related to destruction and death, for example, the Eye of Hell.

Boom! Solna River had gone crazy. Huge waves dashed all the way up towards the sky. Those people standing on the ground could no longer keep their balance and stand on their feet anymore.

However, the Temple of War had been wrapped by the dark cloud. No one knew for sure what was going on in there, but there must be a very bad fight.

“It’s you, the Haze of Destruction…” Rocking back and forth just like those ordinary people, Ramiro was actually estimating Francis’ true power.