For the Lord of the Gospel!
Rosell Brandt stood with his hands behind his back on the hill, gazing at the distant plains and towers.
On the vast plains.
A magnificent city rose from the ground, and a large, elite army surrounded it.
Rosell has a good view.
The army surrounding the city was almost entirely composed of mixed-race individuals, including Human Race and Half-Orc, Human Race and Elf, and Human Race and Dwarf.
Among them, there are even some descendants of dragons with Dragon blood.
And his descendant, Aminato Brandt, who was countless generations removed from his lineage, stood at the very front of the army, riding a tall horse with White Dragon blood, his eyes burning with fervor as he gazed at the great city before him.
That was the ancestral home of the Brandt Family, a blessed land.
This homeland has been lost for over 40,000 years, so long that the people on this land are no longer the Brandts of yesteryear.
But what is lost will eventually be found.
Now, it's his turn to reclaim the territory of his ancestors.
At the front of the army.
Aminato Brandt recalled his experiences and efforts over the past century, touching the glorious badge on his breastplate that represented the Gospel Goddess of Paradise Mountain Jiang Jiang, a reward given to him by his ancestor Rosell when he turned thirty.
Now he is over a hundred years old and has finally taken the final step in rebuilding the duchy.
As for rebuilding the family, he has done a good job; he has many children.
At this moment, gazing at the towering city before him, Aminato Brandt gripped his lance tightly, spurred his horse forward, raised his longsword, and lightly clashed his lance with the sword of each Knight.
He roared, and his voice echoed across the entire plain.
Praise be to the great Lord of the Gospel!
"Warrior, bravely scale the city walls!"
"Knight, follow me and ram the city gates!"
"Mage, cast spells to cover us!"
"Half-bloods who have wandered this world for countless years, today, having conquered this city, we now possess a place on this continent that belongs to the hybrid race!"
"Together, we will build a nation for our mixed-race people, no longer discriminated against by the other races of the continent. We can hold our heads high, stand tall, and walk proudly on this earth, because we now have our own country!"
"Charge! For the nation of the hybrids!"
After yelling.
Aminato Brandt then turned his horse around, raised his Knight, and unleashed Legendary power, charging directly toward the city gate ahead.
Behind him.
The Knight quickly caught up with him, the Warrior set up a ramp, and the Mage cast spells in unison.
"Praise be to the great Lord of the Gospel! Charge!"
"Build a nation, kill!"
The battle cries shook the entire world!
On the city wall.
The Half-Orc duke, the Lionfolk lord Vino Noxia, closed his eyes in despair.
Fifty years ago.
Aminato Brandt, a Hero Tier Iron Curtain Knight, emerged with a mercenary army composed of mixed-race individuals. He first defeated a southward-moving Wolf Cavalry for the Yaro Empire and was granted a fiefdom in return.
after.
Over several decades.
While expanding his territory, Aminato Brandt recruited mixed-race people from across the continent, uniting them into a single force to continuously conquer the Half-Orc Empire to the north and gradually encroach upon their lands.
Aminato Brandt thus rose to prominence.
More than a decade ago.
The allied forces of the Human Race kingdoms defeated the main force of the Half-Orc Empire advancing south. Both the Half-Orc Empire and the Human Race kingdoms expended too much strength in this war.
years ago.
Aminato Brandt's eldest grandson married a princess from the Gru Kingdom, which borders the Yaro Empire, Formal establishing an alliance.
One month later.
Aminato Brandt declared on the Milo River that he would restore his ancestral surname and vow to rebuild the Principality of Brandt.
Then, he swore an oath in his own territory to launch a northern expedition.
Within a few years.
He gradually defeated and conquered one Half-Orc city North.
One month ago.
The Half-Orc Empire's reinforcements were annihilated by a surprise attack led by Aminato Brandt.
Thus, only the isolated Nosia City remained in the southern territory of the entire Half-Orc Empire.
This month.
Every day, Vino Noxia, the Lionfolk Duke, prayed to Lecter, the Half-Orc god, the God of Beasts and Hunting Lecter, hoping for divine favor to help him protect his territory.
But this Half-Orc god didn't respond even once during that month.
This seemed to foreshadow the inevitable destruction of the Nosia City.
Looking down at the endless army of mixed-race people, and at Aminato Brandt, the Human Race Hero- lord known as the King of the Iron Curtain, charging forward with his lance raised high, a sense of doubt and bitterness welled up in his heart.
"This Aminato Brandt is truly a chosen one of destiny. Since his rise to power, he has been virtually invincible. Even the Imperial War God A Lai Wote, has fallen to him."
"And this Lord of the Gospel, where did he come from? I've searched through all the books, but I've never heard of him."
The Welstiro World was remote, yet they knew the name of Lord of Heaven Yuliel.
But the gods of Paradise Mountain under Jiang Yuu, and the gods high in the heavens of the Welstiro World, might know this.
However, some people in these mortal kingdoms are not very clear about this. The Lionfolk Dukes, as a group that the Tiger -Emperor of Humanity is wary of, belong to the category of those who do not know.
With the Nosia City about to fall, he thought for a moment and then instructed his most loyal bodyguard captain, who was also his son Movia, to take command.
"Movia, my eldest son, the Nosia City cannot be defended. When the city falls, you shall lead a portion of the Lionfolk Race to break through."
And you, Father?
"I?"
The Lionfolk Duke chuckled softly, turned and looked down at his city, speaking calmly.
"I am the leader of the Lionfolk Race, the lord of Noxia, and the last Grand Duke of Noxia. I will live and die with the Nosia City!"
Movia Noxia struggled to lift her head, attempting to offer advice, but was interrupted.
"Don't try to persuade me, child. My mind is made up. Go and prepare."
"Yes, Father, take care!"
Movia held back her tears, nodded, and left.
As the sun sets, the Light of Twilight illuminates the vast plain and the cities and villages on it.
The battles on and off the city walls and the howling wind sweeping across the grasslands are displayed together, revealing both birth and decline to the world.
On the hill.
Beside Rosell.
Lecter, the god of the Half-Orc, the God of Beasts and Hunting Lecter, looked at the battlefield before him and smiled bitterly.
"Great Gospel Knight, Lord Rosell, the situation is settled; you may let me go."
"No, wait a little longer, Your Highness Lecter."
"I await your Greater God, the God of Death Oserolair, to come and rescue you personally."
"Do you want to be an enemy of the Greater God?"
The God of Half-Orc became alert.
"I need to verify my guess. If the God of Death is not the person I'm looking for, I naturally won't be his enemy. But if he is, then it's a different story."
Rosell smiled faintly.
"What, are you going to defend your Greater God?"
The God of Half-Orc's expression changed.
But Rosell's next words made him lower his head immediately.
"You should know that I represent the Myriad Worlds Gospel Knight Order."