Chapter 466: Demonstrating Strength

“Prince Donald, what do you think?”
Faced with the orc army gathering at the border, the King of the North asked expressionlessly.
“What can we do? Of course, we must meet force with force! A mere hundred thousand orcs are nothing to us.”
“I certainly know that. But they have four newly risen gods, and orcs are inherently better warriors than humans, with the ability to go into a frenzied state. Once they become true gods, they will surely be stronger than ordinary human true gods!”
Donald gave him a reassuring look and said, “Don’t worry. Those four newly risen gods won’t be a match for us!”
For Donald, if it weren’t for the fear of revealing too much of his strength and triggering backlash from the rules of the main world, he could handle them alone!
Under the King of the North’s astonished gaze, a magnificent one-handed sword appeared in Donald’s hand. Judging from the intense divine light emanating from it, it was clearly a divine artifact sword!
“I know Prince Charles hasn’t had time to craft a suitable true divine artifact. I have a universal divine artifact here called the Heart of the King. Its powers are related to your royal authority and royal domain, making it perfect for you to use. Then we’ll confront those four orc true gods head-on, trying to take the battle to the skies as much as possible, without damaging the surrounding environment to avoid punishment from the will of the realm!”
Hearing this, the King of the North couldn’t help but take the divine one-handed sword in his hands. Feeling its immense power, he exclaimed in surprise, “Donald, you always manage to surprise me! With this divine artifact, I’m confident I can withstand two true gods of the same rank and remain undefeated. With you and your divine artifact, as long as they don’t have particularly powerful true divine artifacts, they should not be able to do much to us. It’ll then depend on our army to win!”
After hearing Charles’s analysis, Donald didn’t explain anything further.
He felt no fear toward the newly revived God of Orcs. After all, even if that god had been defeated and killed once, with his divine domains divided, his strength had weakened to that of a mid-tier god at first, yet he was still a powerful being capable of creating lower-tier god avatars. Ordinary newly risen gods simply couldn’t stand against him!
But Donald wasn’t afraid at all; instead, he had other plans.
The war in the Totem Continent couldn’t break out anytime soon. He was just worried about not having an excuse to find a few true gods to hunt for their divine essences, so as to further enhance his own strength!

At this moment, the orc pantheon came to him on their own accord—whether it was the orc gods or millions of ordinary orcs, they were all like lambs ready to be slaughtered. As long as the dictator Ughesh didn’t take action himself, any beings below the rank of lower gods would simply bring him food!

“It’s easy to imagine how difficult it must be for Ughesh, who hasn’t even managed to stabilize his throne kingdom yet, to descend here. I doubt he’ll have the energy to focus on me in the main world any time soon. So even if I kill the new god on the orc side, our feud will likely have to wait until I seize the throne!”

The two true gods who served as the pillars of Thelos had already decided to fight back. Under the pressure of the orc threat, the entire kingdom of Thelos began emergency mobilization. With generous recruitment incentives from the royal family, nobles who stayed in Thelos instead of going to the New World, along with tens of millions of soldiers, adventurers, and mercenary groups who returned to Thelos via magic portals from the New World, all rushed to the northwest border.

Since both Dalaran and the capital had portals leading to Zijin City, the northwest capital, this greatly facilitated the movement of troops. Soon, a elite force of over 30,000 soldiers gathered at the Sacred Sword Fortress on the border of Marquis Ansel’s domain in the Northwest Province.

The kingdom’s main army, the Order of Glory Knights, also set out directly for the border to join forces with the Sacred Sword Legion. Even the Thelos Mage Association, which had previously defied royal orders, now, under the threat of the two true gods, obediently sent strong troops to the battlefield.

Although various nobles responded to the recruitment call and sent their private armies into battle, fewer than ten of them personally commanded the troops. Clearly, these nobles were also afraid of the hundred-thousand-strong orc army. Fortunately, they understood the principle that if their own lands were destroyed, they too would suffer, so they sent their finest elite troops rather than just scrappy militia.

Among the local noble lords, the only one who stood out was Donald, the true god and mage lord. He not only sent the strongest mage tower forces from his domain but also the Silver Hand Knights, who had long been obscure and unrecognized by outsiders.

Even the mercenaries he had sent abroad were brought back and rushed to the battlefield under the leadership of Archmage Kelthas.

There were elite heavy infantry from the Holy Shield Infantry Regiment, as well as musketeer guards, mortar squads, and powerful level-five magical beasts like griffins.

There were also the mysterious Druid Order affiliated with the Council of Nature Guardians, along with powerful war puppets from the mage towers.

The strength of these armed forces from Dalaran shocked all factions engaged in battles on the New World. Until the conflict reached a stalemate, with only sporadic small-scale outbreaks, several factions hired Dalaran’s troops and reaped great rewards. In return, these mercenaries earned eight Golden Totems and one Legendary Totem for Donald.

The Holy Sword Fortress.
The orcish vanguard was already ten miles away from the fortress, and the main orc army was not far behind. On the Celt side, this war was led by Marshal Count Dawson and Prince Duri, the future king. In reality, King Charles of the North and Nature’s Guardian Donald had already secretly arrived at the border to prevent the orcish gods from causing trouble.

Although the orcish gods had fallen when the human gods rose to power, the totems they left behind enabled the orc tribes to remain independent even after being driven to the barren wastelands, preventing them from becoming completely enslaved by other races. The human gods themselves required a great cost to descend, and they did not want their followers to fight to the death against the godless orcs, risking the loss of many believers. Moreover, the orcs served as a perfect means to strengthen human faith and temper believers’ wills. Thus, the human gods had long allowed the orc race to exist, using them to inspire their followers while also aiming to harness this vast source of faith.

However, due to rivalries among the human gods and the inability of various churches to unify their interests, no concrete efforts were made to convert the orcs. It could be said that the orcs’ survival to this day was indeed the result of the human gods’ deliberate indulgence.

Of course, the orcs did not see it that way. In their minds, the great Orc God had protected them generation after generation—otherwise, how could there be Orc God totems and shaman priests? Now that the great Ughesh had returned and raised his kingdom among the stars, the orc warriors, who already had a fervent passion for battle and slaughter, became even more eager. They were all impatient to invade human lands and wreak havoc!

In the commander’s office, the two highest commanders dismissed their subordinates, leaving only Marquis Vincent Ansel and Colin, a legendary warrior and royal priest. The moment the door closed, two radiant figures appeared in the room.
“Ancestors!”
“Prince Charles! Prince Donald!”

The appearance of the two True Gods made everyone present bow in respect.
“No need for excessive formalities. This battle is crucial for the survival of the kingdom. If those powerful True Gods on the other side do not intervene, Lord Donald and I will not take action. The battles involving those below the rank of demi-gods will have to rely on you!”
The two commanders naturally did not dare refuse.
Seeing the two True Gods, everyone present felt somewhat restrained. Among them, the Sword Saint Vincent and Count Dawson, who were older, were somewhat more composed, but Prince Dury, who was not yet thirty, was filled with emotions.
After all, Donald had once been his friend; even though he was stronger, he was still a local noble lord, nominally under the rule of the royal family. But now he had risen to become an immortal True God beyond Dury’s reach, on par with his ancestor, the King of the North. This made Dury feel uneasy.
Ferdinand, whom he had met briefly on the New Continent before, handled his emotions well—he neither forgot their friendship due to the difference in status nor tried to flatter the True Gods out of deference, which made Donald very comfortable.
Of course, he would not argue with Dury over such a trivial matter, as the circumstances had changed.
In the command room, everyone discussed the advantages of each side’s forces. On the mortal army side, they had the strong combat power of Dalaran, so both Dury and Dawson were confident in winning, provided the True Gods on the other side did not interfere.
At this, King Charles of the North looked at Donald, who had given him confidence and faith that they could defeat the four newly risen orc gods.
Donald no longer hid anything and said directly,
“You must all know Amps, who is under my command. But I intended to use him only as a last resort in this war. Now, let me introduce you to a new powerful figure from Dalaran!”
“Uther, you may come in!”
With that, a holy knight clad in silver armor pushed the door open and entered.
Everyone present had some impression of this well-known top military commander of Dalaran, but hadn’t he just reached the rank of Golden Holy Knight not long ago?
Yet the holy knight who entered the command room now radiated divine glory even through his armor—clearly a powerful demi-god who had attained perfect divine bloodline and ignited his divine flame!
“This?”

Including Uther and the god of adventure and sailing, Ciri, Donald already has two and a half demigod deities, one of whom is a powerful totem god that can exert the power of a lower-tier god in his own territory! This doesn’t even include that demigod from the Abyssal Sorcery, who possesses only demigod strength but lacks a divine flame.
Faced with this, the King of the North couldn’t help but exclaim:
“If one of us reaches the rank of a mid-tier god, we could all establish our own pantheons!”