Commanding the Legion, the Flower of Morning Radiance in the Hands of Imperial Nobles

The value of Dragons can only be realized outside of Nidhogg.

When the Legendary Knight, Count Clayton, personally launched a sneak attack on a Legendary Dragons that was severely wounded after fighting with the Twilight Kin, even the earl could not help but be excited and burst into laughter.

This Dragons is worth the two Heart of the Frost Giant King he previously gave up.

Flame Dragon Christman showed no aversion to this, and even rushed forward to try to devour the Dragons's heart.

That's not yours.

Count Clayton held him down. Ivar was radiating a magnificent light, and only then did Ryan realize that this guy was actually a Grand Mage Mages.

"The Dragons's fresh heart can be traded with that [Ivy]."

He said that Count Clayton has been making quite a few moves lately, and has been in close contact with the ten Legendary Mage of the empire.

There's no point in hiding this from Ryan, since Ryan's now a member of this political alliance.

"His Majesty the Emperor's war against the Church has begun. He needs the South nobles to command armies and launch an attack on the Church's faith. Not every noble has this opportunity, and His Majesty the Emperor currently trusts most..."

It is a noble interest group led by a group of great nobles, such as the Grand Duke Fleming and the Count Clayton.

The Count Clayton aspires to become the Fifth Grand Duke of the Empire. This goal cannot be achieved through mere words from nobles; it is the final step, and the process unfolds in every corner of the world.

The reign of Columbus III, the emperor with the best relationship with Fleming and the Count Clayton Family, also presented them with their best opportunity.

Once missed, the opportunity is completely lost.

"The court Mages will accompany the army, but the ten Legendary are only ordered to protect the nobles. His Majesty the Emperor has no say in anything else they do."

"But we need the help of a powerful Legendary Mage, whose power in war is more terrifying than an Extraordinary Legion."

"So we need to build good relationships with them."

Ryan understood; ultimately, this matter still involved the Empire's political issues.

"However, as far as I know, it is very difficult for Lord Ivy to leave the Andara Kingdom."

Ryan met with that Legendary Mage not long ago. The Church of Light of the Kingdom of Anda had been attacked more than once or twice, and the attackers were unable to leave.

"He is going to fight against the Church in the Andara Kingdom, but he has something that another Legendary Mage needs."

When Ivar said that, Ryan understood.

To put it simply, Count Clayton wanted to use the Dragon Heart to trade for something in the hands of [Ivy], and then use that thing to trade with another Legendary Mage, in exchange for friendly cooperation between that mage and the Clayton Family.

This is the purpose of this Dragon Heart; its future destination was already determined when it was unearthed.

And this world...

Ryan looked at the sky; at this moment, they should be very close to their target.

The sky resounded with the roars of countless Dragons, which hovered high above, blocking out the sunlight and leaving only scattered dappled aurora borealis filtering through the gaps in their flapping wings.

It illuminated the blood-red ice surface.

The Dragons were not wandering aimlessly. At the edge of the sky, the flames of Twilight had spread, and one after another, Twilight Kin Dragons roared in. Their bodies were more or less damaged. Some had half of their heads broken off along with the horn. Some had their wings broken and fluttering like kites. Some had gaping holes in their bodies through which they could see the brilliant sky behind them...

Crooked gourds and cracked dates... no, a hundred-battle army, these Twilight Kin rushed out of the flames and then frantically charged towards the Dragons that hovered in the sky.

Surtr's will influenced them; Ryan even heard a faint call, a blazing heatwave coming from the south, Surtr's roar reaching the north of the world in this way.

"He sleeps here."

Count Clayton spoke for once, looking towards the end of the ice surface, at the undulating glacier.

"This glacier was not created by the power of the Frost Giant."

"It has been here for a long time."

"It has frozen a great being; here, great Deities slumber."

Is the Demon Dragon slumbering here? Ryan looked at the glacier, which was only two miles away from the Flame Dragon Knight Legion. For the first time, this Extraordinary Legion stopped in its tracks, and the flames on the hooves of their warhorses almost melted the surrounding ice.

The celestial Dragons were fighting with the Twilight Kin, and some Dragons would fall, thus becoming the targets of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion.

"How should we banish Him?"

Ryan asked, "This time their goal is not to kill a god, but to banish a great being so that they can obtain all the resources of this world."

"First, awaken Him."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to move the physical body of Great Being."

Count Clayton drew his Knight's Greatsword, a blood-red blade. The moment it was drawn, the Flame Dragon beneath his feet and the many Dragons in the sky all turned to look.

This is a sword for slaying dragons, and at the same time, it seals the curse of Dragon Slayer within the Clayton bloodline. They are the enemies of Dragons, and the existence of this sword prevents Dragons from sensing the presence of this natural enemy.

The Dragons roared, their furious eyes fixed on Count Clayton.

Ryan fell off the back of the Flame Dragon, not out of fear, but because he had been thrown off by the Flame Dragon, along with Ivar.

Brandt led the Stag Legion to Ryan's side. Ryan looked up and saw that, without him noticing, Count Clayton had already charged alone towards the hundreds of Dragons, riding one into battle.

"If Father wants to become Demigod, the Four Grand Dukes and the emperor of the empire will lose 90% of their reasons for stopping him."

Ivar said this from the side. Ryan didn't understand what becoming Demigod had to do with the Dragon Knight now charging alone at the Dragons. He was a little envious, but quickly came to his senses.

The battlefield in the sky is none of his concern.

What should we do?

The Count Clayton has come to Nidhogg, Ivar, the bloodline descendant who is most adept at handling the major affairs of the Earldom, has also come along. It's definitely not just about seeing the world.

"Do what we do best."

Ivar looked at Ryan, then glanced at the Stag Legion behind Ryan.

"I heard you won many battles in the Northlands."

"From this moment forward, you are the Legion Commander -in-Chief of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion."

"Don't let the Dragons interrupt my casting of the artifact."

As he finished speaking, tiny water droplets, each the size of a thumb, condensed in the surrounding air and enveloped Ivar, who held a flower in his hand.

The snow-white flower, with golden veins, looks like a sun-drenched bloom on Snow Mountain.

Ryan had never seen a flower like this before, but he knew what it was.

Its name is as glorious as the Church's — Dawn.

The tokens bestowed upon believers by the Lord of Dawn have appeared in the hands of the great nobles of the Empire, the greatest enemy of the Church of Dawn.

"The Church has been corrupt for many years, this thing..."

"Bought it."

That's a very legitimate way.

Ryan turned around and saw that Winter's Chill had come to his side, mounted his horse, and Ryan saw that everyone was looking at him from all directions.

Each pair is hidden beneath cold armor.

At this moment, he was confident that he could conquer any piece of land in the world.

The moment they looked up, a Dragons swooped down, its wild roars and howls carrying a terrifying Dragon's Might as it drew ever closer.

The instant it came within ten meters of his head, Ryan drew his longsword. The power of the Legendary weapon made his strikes incredibly sharp. Moreover, this sword had once received the power of the Dragon Emperor's Favor.

The blinding sword flashed by, followed by the Dragons's mournful cry. It lost its initial direction and crashed dozens of meters away.

The Dragons did not die; its vitality was tenacious. It struggled to its feet, and when it spread its wings, it saw that majestic gaze above it, wearing a crown even more majestic than the Dragon's Might.

The Dragon Emperor's Crown.

Ryan looked at the Dragons, Dragons, like the Dragon Monarch, had lost the instinct to fly.

"Kill!"

Ryan shouted, Stag Legion behind him charged out, roaring as they did so.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!!!!!"

An even louder roar came from the tens of thousands of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion. The fiery red Extraordinary Legion surged in like a wave of flames, and the densely packed army surrounded the Dragons.

It was just Saint Realm, so it panicked.

Struggling, its wings and neck tensed, its gaping maw opened, unleashing a blazing dragon's breath, a fan-shaped attack intended to incinerate the human cavalry, but...

"For Ryan's glory!!!"

Brandt's roar echoed through the Dragons's breath, and then the massive warhorse leaped from the flames, soaring out of the fire.

Behind Brandt, a line of Northern Warhorse carrying knights leaped out, unaffected by the pure energy of the dragon's breath.

At the very front, Brandt's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a roar that was not human. Behind him, the vast blood energy, like that of Dragons, sometimes took the form of a stag, and sometimes the form of Dragons. No matter which form it took, it was devouring the power of this young man's fiery Dragons.

The power of the Dragon Spirit Blessing is like Dragons possessing a powerful physique and an innate affinity for Magic Power; it also grants the recipient unparalleled elemental resistance and adaptability.

This power, in the Hero Unit Brandt, underwent further evolution and sublimation.

After entering Nidhogg, Ryan's biggest regret was not that he could capture Dragons to ride, nor that the world was not as stable as he had imagined, and could not serve as a permanent backup plan.

Rather, he simply hadn't discovered any humans like Brandt in this world.

Ryan had seen many powerful beings, from the Mage Luna in the beginning to the Alchemist Rose. He had seen the Legendary of the empire, the powerful Mages who worshipped them, and the dragon-slaying might of the Blaze Dragon Knight Army...

Ryan was never excessively jealous.

He always felt that he would also possess those powerful Legendary Knight, powerful Legendary Mage, and even so-called Demigod in the future.

His Guardian Knight, Brandt, inherits the last goodwill of a world and a Great Being after their fall. He will grow to the level of power and transcendence that Ryan witnessed.

Ryan never envied the power of the great nobles, because he had Brandt, Borgeld, Egil, and berserkers in fur coats; his subordinates were never lacking.

So he regretted not seeing a human like Brandt in Nidhogg. Do the Dragon Chosen count? No, they were merely cannon fodder pawns of Great Being.

Perhaps there were, but they too succumbed to the Dragons of this world.

Ryan's banner was not particularly bright in the army, and the number of the Stag Legion was far less than that of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion, but Brandt's figure stood out.

He reined in his horse high, raised its hooves, and then brought it down on the Dragons's head.

Banners fluttered in the wind at Rhino Horn Mountain. After Ryan became the commander of the human army there, Brandt naturally became the leader of everyone.

The Knight's Greatsword tore through the hard Dragon Scale, and scalding blood splattered down, melting large holes in the ice. The Dragons's headless neck slammed heavily onto the ice, and the gushing blood made the warhorses restless.

They still crave the bathing in dragon's blood.

The Stag Legion's knights reined in their horses, though there were not more than a thousand of them. The Northern Warhorse could not withstand the consequences of drinking blood directly. The Flame Dragon Knight, on the other hand, did not have this concern. Fortunately, they did not ride off to devour the Dragons's flesh as they had done before.

That belongs to Ryan.

In the sky, more Dragons, seemingly affected by something, began to struggle to break free from their battle with the Twilight Kin and swooped down towards the icy battlefield.

The massive, vortex-shaped Dragons battlefield was filled with ferocious Dragons falling like dumplings into a pot.

"The Demon Dragon's will has indeed awakened."

Otherwise, with only instinctive physical bodies, the Demon Dragon wouldn't be able to command these solitary Dragons to launch such a coordinated attack.

Ryan stood still, beside Ivar, calmly looking up as the hideous Dragons plummeted to the ground.

Surtr should already know what's happening here, but the Great Being doesn't watch the war of ants; He always waits for the Great Being to fall into His realm.

Ryan raised his head and gave the order once again.

"Grind them!"

The Flame Dragon Knight Legion were at the beck and call of Ryan, which once again confirmed Ryan's previous idea that they were moving closer to the so-called "familiars".

Tens of thousands of cavalry, centered on Ryan and Ivar, began to circle and charge wildly. The Flame Dragon Knight Legion was engulfed in flames, so blazing rings of fire appeared around Ryan. Whenever the Dragons approached, flames would be drawn toward the Dragons as if by gravity. At the same time, the Great Knight of the Extraordinary Legion would also take to the sky to deliver a fatal blow to the Dragons.

Their surprise attack, with tens of thousands of troops charging in formation, made it impossible for the Dragons to pinpoint where the Sky Knights and Sanctuary Knight would appear from.

The Dragon Emperor Crown suppresses the Dragons ' instincts; if they were to fall, they would be surrounded by humans.

The Twilight Kin clashed with a multitude of Dragons. Count Clayton fought against powerful, Legendary Dragons. Dragons that fell onto the icy battlefield were slaughtered by the Extraordinary Legion with butcher-like methods, until... Ivar bloomed the Dawn Flower in his hand.

"The divine power of the Lord of Dawn?"

Ryan was shocked by the power emanating from Ivar at this moment. Was he a clergyman of the Church?

"No, this is the power of magic."

Ivar answered Ryan, but the voice came from... his feet.

The frozen ocean is like a giant mirror, reflecting every life that treads upon it.

In that mirror, Ivar was doing the exact opposite of the Ivar next to Ryan; he was manipulating magic.

So, on the ice, Ivar, standing next to Ryan, used his divine power to ignite the Flower of Morning Radiance and hurled it into the vast glacier a thousand meters away.

The most beloved forbidden spell among water-elemental Mages— [Mirror Flower Water Moon]

The Flower of Morning Radiance fell upon the glacier; it was the power of the Lord of Dawn, a far more powerful and Great Being. The blooming of the Flower of Morning Radiance would attract His gaze.

For the sleeping Demon Dragon, the gaze of another Deities is deadly.

Born from instinctual power struggles and fear, the glacier, stretching for tens of thousands of meters, collapsed with a deafening roar, and cracks appeared even in the frozen sea created by the Frost Giant.

Ryan could clearly see the terrifying reflection of flesh and blood in the broken glacier.

(End of this chapter)