Chapter 391: The Glorious Divine Messenger

As the ocean lord over thousands of miles of sea, Nozdorm possessed not just the water element domain of an ordinary aquatic dragon, but also an incomplete tide domain. This domain encompassed the powers of water elements, storms, and the moon, serving as a subsidiary realm of the ocean domain. In terms of divinity, it was equivalent to a mid-tier godly position—indicating its immense strength.
Even as an incomplete tide domain, without the enhancement of totemic powers, it was still capable of competing with the opposing glorious forces.
“A false god? Your Nozdorm is the legitimate lord of the Shallow Seas of the Falling Star Sea, recognized by the Will of the World!”
After acquiring the territory and divine title of another ocean lord, Nozdorm’s domain and divine power grew significantly. His title changed from Lord of the Falling Star Bay to Lord of the Shallow Seas of the Falling Star Sea. With the merger of these two ocean lord domains, he now controlled most of the shallow sea areas in the northern part of the Falling Star Sea. Thus, Nozdorm’s divine status was entirely justified.
Hearing such slander, the Bronze Dragon King’s anger flared instantly. Yet he remembered his master Donald’s orders and remained by the warriors of the expeditionary force in the right wing, not leaving.
Still, Nozdorm refused to be slandered by the enemy and launched a counterattack with sheer momentum. The natural authority of dragons—dragon might—raged forth like a storm as the Bronze Dragon King roared, sending waves of force toward Bitterwater Town.
Wherever these silent waves passed, chaos ensued. Many rebel soldiers on the simple wooden walls of Bitterwater Town fell, their screams mixed with endless fear and awe, rendering them largely incapable of fighting. Those with weaker minds even dropped their weapons and began to sob.
It was no wonder these soldiers were so shaken; many of them were ordinary people forced into military service. The remaining mercenaries and thieves, though skilled in combat, lacked proper military training, so they couldn’t compare to trained regular troops in terms of morale and discipline.
Meanwhile, the Bronze Dragon King deliberately unleashed his dragon might ahead, while the warriors of the expeditionary force, protected by the tide domain, remained unaffected. Many of them mocked the rebels of Bitterwater Town loudly, further humiliating the enemy and making it impossible for them to hold their heads high.

Seeing their own warriors so weak, that voice let out a dissatisfied snort. A formidable presence, no less powerful than that of the Bronze Dragon King, surged forth, counteracting most of the dragon’s might. Yet, as dragon power is after all dragon power—a capability unique to the dragon race—such pressure from these legendary creatures at the top of the food chain could not be completely offset by mere strength. Most of the rebel soldiers were still affected; though slightly better than before, they still lacked the fighting spirit for now. Seeing this situation and realizing it was extremely disadvantageous for their side, the powerful rebel hiding in the shadows finally couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward. A blazing humanoid silhouette appeared behind the endless light, like the rising sun in the morning. “Have you finally come out? Your opponent is me!” Seeing the long-absent enemy finally appear, the legendary archmage waiting ahead sneered. “Trying to play tricks!” Colin said disdainfully, waving his hand to unleash an darkness as thick as night. All light within a thousand feet was suppressed; most of the brightness vanished, leaving only faint rays spreading outward from Bitterwater Town like spiderwebs. The source of these rays was an eight-foot-tall humanoid, with an appearance similar to that of ordinary humans, only more muscular and handsome. Behind him were pairs of wings made of light, giving him an exceptionally holy appearance. This was the true form of the enemy warrior and the light he emitted— the endless light before was merely a disguise. The excessive glare was extinguished by Colin’s ninth-level spell, Endless Darkness. All the light covered by the darkness was like a candle wick blown out. However, this ninth-level spell of the casting category centered around the caster, filling its range with cold, dense magical darkness. No magical light could dispel or counter it, though creatures of the evil faction and undead could see normally within that area. It was a powerful support spell with no offensive power of its own, but it could suppress the opponent’s strength, giving the caster an excellent opportunity to attack. Thus, while it suppressed the derived light from the opponent’s power, it had little effect on their true strength.

It’s not that Colin has ample magic to casually cast level-9 spells for fun. Rather, the light emanating from the opponent’s radiant power, though not directly harmful to humans, can blind them with its dazzling brightness. That’s why he uses this spell to neutralize the opponent’s advantage.

“A divine messenger has arrived! Your church truly has great ambitions—surely you think you can easily conquer our Celt!”
The divine messenger with glowing wings is the typical representation of a radiant messenger under the Lord of Dawn. This faith invasion plan, prepared over a decade, was originally led by the Church of the Lord of Dawn, with the other two churches of the Radiant Triad actually contributing little effort.
Now that the messenger has appeared, the church forces hidden among the rebels in Bitterwater Town no longer need to hide. Hundreds of Temple Knights, along with hundreds of Holy Warriors and Priests, step forward. Those at the forefront, dressed in magnificent robes and armor, are clearly powerful members of the Church of the Lord of Dawn.
By deciding to fight a decisive battle here in Bitterwater Town, the Church of the Lord of Dawn aims not only to catch everyone off guard but also to make a desperate move.
If they win, they can successfully invade Celt through the rebels to spread their faith. With Andrew, the legitimate prince, as a figurehead, they also have an excuse to silence other forces.
If they lose, they merely lose a fairly good puppet. In their eyes, the rebel forces led by Andrew are just tools to be used—something that can be discarded at any time if it doesn’t benefit the church.
And as long as these powerful warriors of Celt are eliminated, the invading army, lacking its leadership, will naturally collapse. Even if Celt seeks judgment from other kingdoms and churches, what can they do without solid evidence?
Thus, the Church of the Lord of Dawn plays this risky game very skillfully. The ultimate outcome depends on whether Celt can hold their defenses!
“What’s the point of these tricks? Let’s fight fairly!”
Thanks to the amplification magic, Colin’s voice reached everyone around both sides.
The warriors of the allied forces immediately joined in his call.
To the rebels’ soldiers, these words sounded as if their side was too afraid to fight openly and could only act in secret, weakening their morale even further.