Free Web NovelChapter 1114: Chapter 577: Knights Order of Wealth, North Sea Leader
Although Chief Knight Rediaweike was trembling with excitement at the thought of possibly becoming a future figure in scriptures, he was even more exhilarated.
But as an insider, he already knew the specific plan; he just didn’t know the limits of the Great Power of the Holy Spirit, so he was the first to return to his senses.
He immediately shouted to the others:
"Our Lord has truly descended with great authority, let’s go quickly!"
Upon hearing this, the Holy Knights immediately leaped up, racing along the perfectly seamless path towards the sea, each moving quickly as if on horseback, bolstered by prayers.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
On the other side, the Iris soldiers were also trembling, but not from excitement; it was from fear. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
The Glory Ladder’s ability to interfere in the Material World was limited, and most people here hadn’t witnessed Black Sorcery in their lifetime.
Seeing such a scene that changed the landscape in an instant, even parting the sea, even the bravest soldiers were inevitably astonished.
It was as if the scenes depicted in the Book of Creation were once again reflected in reality.
To draw swords against the creator? Wouldn’t they surely perish?
"It’s truly a miracle, the creator has manifested a miracle." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
A Navy soldier gaped and uttered his thoughts subconsciously.
But immediately, an officer beside him slapped him on the head, and the angry roar shook the eardrums of all the Iris soldiers:
"What are you afraid of? Are you scared of the pseudo-god’s phenomenon, or the military law?
If you dare to let the fugitives escape, you’ll suffer for it!"
The low-tier sailors of various navies have no human rights; if this were on board, a cat-o’-nine-tails with a lead weight would have already lashed down fiercely.
To set an example, not only whipping, but keel-hauling and walking the plank are commonplace.
Without the Navy’s brutality towards its own, there wouldn’t be the current vast number of Pirates.
The soldiers had no choice; while faith was elusive, the whip was quite real.
They could only muster the courage to bypass the surging tide and pursue along that great road.
Rumble...
But unlike the Holy Knights, who had just set foot on the stone road, the ground underfoot immediately trembled, and stone chess pieces began to emerge from the underworld one after another.
Guardians, Knights, War Chariots, Bishops... each descended from their pedestals, drew their weapons, and lined up in formation.
A flash of Divine Aura crossed their stony bodies, transforming them into steel, then they charged the Iris soldiers in reverse.
The charge of this Heavy Knights Order was unparalleled, making the ground shake violently.
Lead bullets and swords had no effect on these iron hulks.
They might be far inferior to those Mithril Guardians in Catherine’s hands, but they excelled in quantity, durability, and sturdiness.
In just a few steps, they knocked the pursuing soldiers all over the place in chaos.
In fact, both the road and the pieces were inspired by Byron’s use of Capricious Joker’s technique to turn branches into puppet soldiers, which was in perfect harmony with his own Authority of Transformation.
At this moment, Spiritual Radiance extended like invisible tentacles following Divine Sight, triggering "Unity of All Things," turning this broken stone and sand beach into his own body, making the mere creation of miracles as simple as moving a finger.
Oh! Oh! Oh——!
Until Louis XI left the Golden Eye to suppress Grand Master Jacques de Molay, personally leading the Prime Minister Richelieu and a large force of thousands to catch up, once again triggering the Law-Breaking ability of King’s Military Might: Gallic Rooster.
The field cannons roared in unison, the firepower of shells carrying Law-Breaking Aura enveloped them, completely destroying this batch of unbreakable chess pieces.
But the seeds of the Impoverished Knights Order had long crossed the end of the stone road, rushing into the seabed passage revealed by the split sea.
Louis XI, riding a new horse and followed by a group of Guardsmen, hurried to the seaside, yet instinctively pulled the reins amidst the swirling waves.
The moving treasure was obviously within reach, yet no one dared to take a step inside.
Chess pieces could be destroyed with artillery, but how does one attack the sea?
Even within their own country’s territory and territorial waters, the King’s Military Might can suppress the Divinity Aura of a pseudo-god, but if the water wall is broken, the ones most likely to drown won’t be the Impoverished Knights Order but rather their own pursuers.
"Navy, where is the navy? Keep pursuing.
Fail to retrieve my treasury, and I’ll throw you all into the sea to feed the fish!"
Louis XI’s roar reverberated repeatedly in the Law Network.
He was cursed by the Ghost Hand Dagger, and in his desperation, the only solution he could think of was to offer a great treasure to St. Peter’s Cathedral, begging the Saints or even the Pope to put on the Papal Tiara with the Rank of a Demigod to save his life.
It’s like when a certain general, after stealing from an imperial tomb, immediately presented the Nine Dragons Sword to the boss and the upper echelons to absolve himself.
Endure the hardship for the Impoverished Knights Order, take the blame myself, and everyone enjoys the benefits.
If the Pope is pleased, not only does he not have to fear being caught hoarding wealth alone, but he can also help him withstand the pressure from other debtors of the Impoverished Knights Order, collecting all the owed debts.
Sharing the profits with the Church in a 30-70 split.
But if he can’t get hold of that Holy Cross International Bank’s treasury, Louis XI could hardly imagine what the heavily indebted Valois Royal Family could use to sway the Pope to save his life.
Upon hearing Louis XI’s command, the fleet at sea could only tremble in fear as they pursued along the parted sea.
Those Navigators on board exerted all their might to drive the water currents to accelerate the warships, but none dared to step over that fissure.
Byron, aboard The Golden Deer, seeing such a scene, couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle:
