Count Clayton had once joined Ryan in profaning the deities of the Otherworld.
Ryan had been little more than a bystander that time, receiving a Divine Bone Potion, while the Divine Remains and divine essence Count Clayton obtained remained unknown. Of course, that act of sacrilege had not enabled the Clayton Family's Flame Dragon Knight Legion to catch up with the armies of the Four Grand Dukes.
Count Clayton had never revealed exactly what he had gained, either.
Today, those gains, together with the wealth the Clayton Family had accumulated over the past several decades, were displayed before the world.
The Red Dragon Spear reduced even a demigod's vitality to ashes. The roaring dragon cry that shook the void spread across the entire Norris Continent, marking the end of this unprecedented war between the Empire and the Church.
"The war is over?"
"The Burning Legion actually did it?"
"And Pope Solarian is dead?"
On Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan stared at the intelligence in his hands, unable to calm himself for a long time. The war had ended so unbelievably, and the Pope's death was equally hard to accept.
"Abrupt."
Ryan studied the intelligence for a long time without finding any sign of fabrication. Only after a long while did he offer that assessment.
The outbreak of this war had mobilized enormous amounts of manpower and resources, consumed countless lives, and drawn the attention of the entire world. Yet its ending had been far too abrupt.
The Burning Legion was formed, the Burning Legion set out, the Burning Legion attacked, and the Burning Legion ended the war.
Everything had been too simple, as though they had encountered no resistance whatsoever.
Ryan remained skeptical. After all, he had not personally witnessed events on the southern battlefield.
He waited like that for two