The seven-colored bridge lit up the sky, spreading its vast spectrum of colors. Ryan raised his head and followed it southward. The Frost Dragon's enormous body stood behind him, while ahead, Priest Hughes knelt on the ground, blood streaming down his body and his eyes hollow.
Ryan's eyes widened in shock. Then, at a certain moment, a deafening boom came from the south. Blazing white light shot straight into the heavens. Even from this great distance, Ryan could see that magnificent holy light.
An overwhelming aura swept toward him, crashing over him in successive waves. The sound of shattering reached his ears alongside the violent pounding of his heart. Dazed, Ryan suddenly reacted. He drew the weapon from the Gram Sword Sheath and became a blur, bringing his blade down on Hughes.
Boom!!!
The ground for dozens of meters around them caved in instantly. A pair of bloody hands clamped tightly around Ryan's descending sword. Their eyes met, Ryan's cold and Hughes's furious.
"The Holy Mountain's defenses have fallen. Looks like your Pope can't hold out anymore."
Ryan had not expected Hughes to retain such tremendous strength after suffering such grievous injuries, enough to stop his slash. Fierce flames burned through the surrounding sky. The priest before him was far too powerful. At a moment like this, he could not let him return alive.
Overhead, the seven-colored Rainbow Bridge remained dazzling. Indistinct dark silhouettes flickered within it—the Empire's army had reached the front.
Grand Duke Russell stood high in the sky, directing the restless troops on the Rainbow Bridge down to the ground. The soldiers of the Imperial First Legion, the Empire's most battle-hardened force, had finally reached the southern battlefield.
He had brought more than just these troops. Grand Duke Russell immediately headed to Floyd.
"Your honored Majesty, victory