Divine Descendants and Mount Paradise

Thrace Kingdom North, North Aisel Plains.

The terrain here is flat, with thousands of miles of fertile fields and dense vegetation. The wide Logan River flows down from the snow-capped mountains in the north, bringing abundant water to the rivers on both sides.

In the past, North Aisel Plains could be regarded as the rear of the Fadlan Empire, and people lived in peace and prosperity.

But the good times didn't last long. After the Fadlan Empire collapsed, several Aisel people left their homes and were forced to get involved in the tragic war in the south, and died on the battlefield near Holy City.

At the same time, Embers of the Burned Empire from the far north is pressing forward step by step, constantly encroaching on the Thrace Kingdom's territory. Unknowingly, this place has become a frontline.

And at such a critical juncture, Walter Graham was temporarily named "Duke of North Aisel" by His Majesty Wilhelm, taking full charge of all affairs in the territory.

This surprised countless Thrace people and even doubted their own ears.

After all, a few years ago, Duke Walter led an army to revolt and openly resisted the rule of the Thrace Kingdom. He repelled the Thrace troops who came to attack him several times, and even called His Majesty Wilhelm "Oblivious to Honor".

But there are also discerning people who can see that Thrace Kingdom has nothing to do with Divine Descendant Duke who is entrenched in the north and has already given up on countering the rebellion.

This so-called "reward" only added some insignificant land to Duke Walter's original territory. Instead, he became a barrier for Thrace to resist the invasion from the north.

North Aisel Plains, Collins City, ships of all sizes entered the city along Logan River, the scene was so lively.

This city has the name "Lion City". The residents in the city are symbolized by the mighty lion. Bravery, straightforwardness and justice have been the qualities of the Corinthians since ancient times.

This is also the territory of "Duke of North Aisel" Walter Graham. He led Collins' army and repelled Thrace's attacks several times in this city.

At the entrance of Collins City, there are several majestic stone lions. They look down at the people entering the city like the most loyal guards.

And on the top of the towering city wall, a man who looked particularly special stood tall and solemn, with a serious face, like a marble sculpture.

He was tall, more than two meters tall, and even the thick silver armor could not conceal his strong body.

The face was as carved as a knife and an axe, revealing a fortitude that had been on the battlefield for a long time. What was even more eye-catching was the man's back, where the two huge wings were gathered together, making him look like a celestial being who had descended into the mortal world.

He is the newly appointed "Duke of North Aisel", the rebel of the Thrace Kingdom, and the former Fadlan Judgment Knight - Walter Graham.

At this moment, Walter looked into the distance, and the golden pupils that still retained the glory of Sun God showed incomparable solemnity.

"Embers of the Burned Empire?"

He muttered, his voice low. In the Fadlan Empire era, he shot down Githyanki's magic ship in Astral Plane, cut off the devil's head in Avernus, and even blocked the tide of demons on his own in Endless Abyss Plains. Logically speaking, after experiencing these, Walter Graham should have been brave and fearless, not afraid of any challenges in the world.

But now, facing Embers of the Burned Empire from the north, he felt a little worried, even afraid.

This is not only due to the formidable enemies in the north, but also because of his confusion about the future.

——Holy Fadlan Empire, who had been his solid backing, collapsed, Sun God, who gave them strength, fell into sleep, and his own strength was only less than 60% of what it was in its heyday.

What made Walter feel even more disheartened and even desperate was that he discovered that the old emperor's second son, Wilhelm, who called himself "King Thrace", had completely abandoned Amanata and devoted himself to the forces in the darkness.

Where will Fadlan go?

Where will he go? Walter shook his head and smiled bitterly, sighing softly, "If His Majesty Aragon were resurrected and saw his sons defecting to evil and fighting each other for power, how would he feel?

I didn't expect that Holy Fadlan, which was once so popular, would turn out like this. "

"Your Majesty the Duke."

I saw a young Angel Divine Descendant flapping his wings and slowly landing on the tower. He half-knelt in front of Walter and lowered his head respectfully.

"Tell me, Ian, what's the situation in those cities?"

"Your Excellency, the rebels of Thrace have indeed abided by their agreement and withdrew all their defenders. Now Milet, Darend and other cities are in an undefended state."

Walter sneered, "Oh, His Majesty Wilhelm really did not exceed my expectations. He is as sinister and vicious as ever. No wonder he would devote himself to Hell."

Ian was a little confused. "Isn't it a good thing that they took the initiative to withdraw? Now we can integrate the resources of the entire North Aisel to fight those rebels."

Walter looked at the undulating Katpa Hills in the north and said in a deep voice, "Don't you understand yet? This means that Embers of the Burned Empire is about to go south, and the scum of the Thrace Kingdom want to hurt both me and Embers of the Burned Empire so that they can get a chance to breathe."

Ian thought for a moment, then became angry and stood up with his sword straight.

"Sir, why should we defend these scum who have taken refuge in the devil from foreign enemies? Listen to what you say, we can't take over these cities!"

"No, Ian."

Walter shook his head again, with a wry smile on his face, but his eyes were particularly determined.

He turned his head and looked at Ian. "Can you give up the citizens of more than a dozen cities and let them become slaves of the Embers of the Burned Empire?"

"I"

Ian hesitated for a long time, but still shook his head silently.

Walter continued, "This is the conspiracy of His Majesty Wilhelm. He is betting that we still have conscience left, unlike him and his subordinates who have no bottom line and regard human life as trivial."

Ian gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect His Majesty Aragon to have such a son!"

"Ian, we have no choice but to take over the mess they left behind and resist Embers of the Burned Empire's move south. This is just for the people of North Aisel."

Walter slowly pulled out the nearly three-meter-long giant sword, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and the golden pupils shone with brilliance.

"My lord."

Ian pressed the silver sword in his hand and said in a choked voice, "I will always stand behind you and be your sharp sword."

Immediately afterwards, several more Angel Divine Descendant appeared here, placing their swords against Walter's giant sword, causing them to intertwine.

The Angel Divine Descendant who followed Walter to the north are basically complete idealists. They cannot stand the darkness of Thrace and are eager to embrace the glory of Amanata again and return to the glorious Holy Fadlan.

But their hopes are doomed to be slim.

Seeing all the high-level officers gathered, Walter's face finally showed the confidence that Fadlanites had always had.

"Everyone, you should immediately lead your respective armies to the city left by the Thrace Kingdom and set up city defenses as soon as possible. Embers of the Burned Empire's attack may come at any time.

Ian, you will be stationed in Collins City. You should know the city defense situation here best."

Angel Divine Descendants all accepted the order, but Ian felt a little confused and couldn't help but ask questions.

"Sir, what about you?"

"I have seen the battle footage of Red Emperor and carefully studied the weapons of the Embers of the Burned Empire. We cannot compete with them with our strength alone."

Walter raised his head, looked at the sky, and stared at the sun that was still hanging high in the sky. The golden pupils seemed to reflect the infinite brilliance.

"Eighty-seven years ago, I followed His Majesty Aragon into Hell and rescued many Subspace God Race. A big shot in Mount Paradise promised to give me help that would not violate the camp."

"Sixty-five years ago, I sneaked into Five-Colored Dragon Queen's fortress and released a Ancient Gold Dragon that had been trapped in the dungeon for hundreds of years. Gold Dragon Council also regarded me as a friend."

"Now, it's time for them to fulfill their promise, comrades, I will return with allies from the justice camp.

I saw Walter slowly raising the giant sword in his hand. Suddenly, a dazzling white light beam shot up into the sky, scattering the clouds and causing violent vibrations in the sky.

"Boom!"

His voice was like thunder from the sky, echoing on North Aisel Plains for a long time, making people's hearts surge. "Fadlanites, we will not become the descendants of the evil dragon, let alone the slaves of the devil. We will never surrender!"

Walter flapped its broad wings, soared into the sky, climbed rapidly, and finally disappeared into the clouds together with the dazzling light beam, leaving only the white feathers flying like snow.

At this moment, both the Angel Divine Descendants and the many city residents below them all looked up, their eyes full of reverence and admiration.

"Long live!"

"Fadlanites will never be a slave!"

People shouted excitedly, as if they had returned to that glorious and great era, when they were still glorious Holy Fadlan citizens.

The first level of Paradise Mountain is Lunia, also known as the "Silver Heaven". The sky here is always dark, but it is dotted with shining silver stars, enough to illuminate the Silver Sea coast with mountains.

The portals of other planes are connected to the edge of the wine-dark Silver Sea, a huge bay filled with Holy Water.

The coast is dotted with castles and fortresses built of bright white stone with various styles and numerous inhabitants. Many of them are open to trade from Material Plane to Elf.

On the shore of the Star Coast, the most spectacular building is a huge fortress. It has towering stone walls made of Blink marble, which looks like a night sky studded with stars, so it is called "Star Fortress".

In this castle, countless trumpeter angels flow in and out for their interdimensional missions. At the same time, this is also the residence of Lord of Paradise on the first floor.

High up in the castle, a light and beautiful woman with marble-white smooth skin was flapping her white wings, and the horn in her hand gave off a calming light.

——This is Herald of the Horn, the resident of the heavens and the messenger of the gods, as well as the pioneer of the holy army.

The trumpeter god said respectfully, "Sir, the Fadlan god is gone. It is said that he is going to Mochuria to find the palace of Bahamut Your Majesty."

"I understand, you can continue to complete your mission."

A neutral, emotionless voice sounded, and there was a tall figure on the towering tower overlooking the entire sea of stars.

"Walter Graham, I remember him. Eighty-seven years ago, he rescued thirty-four Herald of the Horn from the dungeon of Avernus. In return, I gave him a promise."

This tall figure looks like a three-meter-tall human with silver skin and dark purple eyes, whose gender cannot be determined.

He wears a smooth violet robe decorated with light dust like stars Blink. His huge wings covered with white feathers make his shoulders more elegant.

In his right hand, he held a long sword that exploded with lightning, and there was a bright Silver Horn on his waist.

——He is the silver Lord of Paradise, the "messenger" Barachiel who rules Lucia. He commands the defense forces against Contend Against invasion in heaven, leads the trumpeter angels, and is also the protector of mortal messengers.

As a member of Seven Martyrs of Paradise, Barachiel is immortal and can be called a god.

If killed, he releases a burst of divine energy that marks the killer for eternity, making him instantly recognizable to all lawful good outsiders as the murderer of one of the Seven Paragons.

In Lunia, due to the recognition of the Mount Paradise plane, Barachiel is even comparable to Quasi-Deity.

"Keosius. Klauberwu. Norikesius, it turned out to be him." Barachiel read the name softly.

As the messenger who communicates between heaven and all planes, he has certainly heard of this name that has become quite loud and attracted a lot of attention in recent years.

He is the emperor of the Embers of the Burned Empire, and Red Dragon rises like a meteor, single-handedly stirring up the situation in the Feanso Continent.

He once defeated the beloved of Bahamut, devoured Pasha of the Fire Giant Empire, and even killed a Abyss Lord who came to Material Plane.

In the eyes of Subspace God Race, Keosius is an out-and-out dangerous element, but Purification seems to be a possibility as well.

Barachiel spread out his left hand, and the lifelike image of Red Dragon appeared in his palm, while he observed it carefully. "Greedy, violent, and never satisfied. Soon after establishing the country, he wanted to invade and expand southward and plunder wealth. It seems that he still failed to restrain Red Dragon's nature.

In this case, let me tell him personally - the importance of justice and order! "

"Boom!"

Barachiel suddenly raised his right hand and waved the long sword that exploded with lightning. Dull thunder sounded in the mid-air, and the dazzling thunder illuminated Silver Heaven's night sky like daylight.

Suddenly, all the heavenly tribes near the sea of stars raised their heads and looked at the thunder and lightning high in the sky with serious expressions. Seven Martyrs of Paradise members will go out with a Celestial Clan army.

They know that this means that they may be warned at any time and become a member of the war.