The terrible sound of the wind was like the howl of a wailing banshee, and the purple lightning continued to tear through the night sky, illuminating the gloomy castle even more terrifying. The Hell Lord Eugris was nailed to the castle by the holy greatsword of the Light Saint Augustus, and Ogris looked down at the greatsword that was burning with holy flames in his heart, and laughed strangely. Augustus, who was standing in front of Ogris, frowned, raised his hands together, and a huge lightsaber appeared above Augustus, illuminating the night sky with blazing light. "I am a servant of God, and I wield the sword of God, and cut down all evil. Augustus slashed down the lightsaber, and pure darkness erupted into Ogris's body, fighting against Augustus' lightsaber.

Black and white, light and dark, good and evil, the dust settles after the flash point of the explosion. Ogris's head was bowed, lifeless. Augustus chanted a spell with his hands, and a milky white crystal floated out of his chest, and the obscene and terrifying aura continued to roll on the corpse of Euglis, and was slowly sucked into the crystal. After doing all this, Augustus seemed to collapse, and the angel wings behind him continued to have feathers falling and dissipating into the air. Eventually, Augustus' entire body dissipated into a point of light in the air. The light crystal in his hand chose a direction and shot away.

And on the battlefield not far away, magic and holy light shine together. Screams and war drums resounded in the sky. Blazing hellfire bombarded the human coalition, and countless soldiers were melted in screams. However, the situation on the battlefield is still tilted towards the side of the continental alliance, and the alliance forces of humans and other races on the continent are forcing the hell army back into the hell gate step by step. After slashing a roaring Batow demon to the ground with the Oath and Sword of Victory in the hands of King Dragri II of the Kingdom of Ovite, he rushed towards the gates of hell with all his might. At this moment, there is a huge figure inside the gate of hell that wants to break through the shackles of the gate of hell and rush to the battlefield. It's just that the demons of hell are like a tidal wave, besieging Dragri II in his place. Seeing that the terrifying figure was about to break through the restraints, Dregri II roared, and the oath and victory sword in his hand shone brightly, slashing all the demons around him who wanted to rush to the ground, and hurried to the gates of hell.

And the archmage Gangdolph Atwell, who was standing on the high ground not far from the battlefield, also saw the changes in the gate of hell, and he took out a purple-red crystal from his arms with a painful face, and then chanted with a look in his eyes: "The world-destroying thunder that cleanses all things, I am the servant of the Lord of Thunder, listen to my command, and fall!" The originally dark sky was even more gloomy, and there were constantly thunderbolts flickering, like a purple dragon rolling in the clouds. When the black cloud that had been brewing for a long time shattered in front of Gangdorf, countless thick thunderbolts began to bombard the gates of hell, as if they felt the changes outside the gates of hell, and the huge monsters inside the gates became even more violent, constantly roaring and trying to rush out of the gates of hell.

It's just a pity that all this was in vain. Like a shattered mirror, the whirlpool in the Gates of Hell suddenly stopped, and the Gates of Hell collapsed into ruins. A huge blast of energy erupted from the gates of hell, annihilating all the demons who were close to the gates of hell. Dregri II stood with his sword, but the massive impact caused his body to move backwards, and more coalition soldiers were blown into the air, nowhere to be seen. With a wave of the staff in Gondolf's hand, a barrier appeared to protect all the mages on the high ground.

When the dust settles and the smoke fills the battlefield, only sporadic demons struggle to be cut to the ground, and the gates of hell that have always brought fear to the Elda continent have collapsed, and a steady stream of demons will no longer appear on the continent. The decade-long war between Hell and the Continent finally ended with the complete victory of the Continental Race.

Ten years after the Battle of Hell's Gate

In the palace of the Kingdom of Ovite, King Dregri II was standing eagerly in front of the maternity ward, pacing anxiously. In the room, the maid kept bringing hot water to the bed. The midwife was squatting beside the bed and said loudly to the queen, "Force, queen, use a little more force, and you will soon come out." The only thing that responded to the midwife was Queen Caterina's heart-rending cries.

"Wow...... Wow...... Wow......" With a baby's cry, the midwife excitedly held a pink monkey-like child in her arms, and the maid who had prepared the bedding on the side hurriedly wrapped the child. "Let me see my child," came Queen Caterina's weak voice, and the midwife hurriedly put the child beside the queen, and said with great joy: "Congratulations to the queen, it is a prince." The queen looked at the child with pity, and gently touched the child's face with her own hand. At this time, Dragri II hurried from the room to the bedside, and he glanced at the queen with delight, and his eyes were attracted to the little baby beside her. The queen smiled at her husband and said, "Delhi, look at our children, how beautiful." Dregri II carefully picked up the baby, looked at the baby's little pink face, unopened eyes, and shaggy hair, and laughed happily. The queen looked happily at her husband and children. "Delhi, come up with a name for our child. Queen Caterina's weak voice came. Arthur, my child's name is Arthur Osapangon. He will surely become a legend like the ancestor King Arthur. Dregri II laughed heartily.

One hundred days after Arthur's birth, in the Kingdom Banquet Hall, many nobles of the Kingdom gathered together, with music, food, and guests. "Your Majesty has arrived," and with a shrill voice, the hall fell silent for a moment, and Drage II was dressed in a simple blue-black velvet gown, with only the cuffs and neckline embroidered with a golden lion pattern. Dragri II led the queen to the throne, dressed in a royal blue tunic and glittering with a sapphire pendant on her white chest, followed by Arthur's handmaiden. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Queen, good day. After looking around the hall, Dregri II spoke, "Welcome, my ancestor Arthur the Lionheart fought off the demonic attacks in this land a thousand years ago, bringing peace to the continent. And today, my wife brings me happiness as well. My child, my angel came to me. Today is the centenary of the birth of my child, and His Majesty the Pope will baptize himself as an angel for me as a godfather. As soon as Dragri II finished speaking, there was a great deal of discussion among the nobles under the throne, and Hendris, Duke of Hardinburgh, who stood at the bottom, stopped talking, and he did not understand why the royal brother had made such a decision. It turned out that although the Kingdom of Ovit adopted the Church of Light as the state religion during the period of the martyr Edward Osapangon, since the martyr Edward, the royal family has never allowed the Holy See to baptize members of the royal family, let alone become godfathers, even if the other party is the pope.

Queen Caterina gently took Arthur from the arms of her maid, and Pope Peter Pedoglu XII, who was standing to the left of the king, nodded slightly to the king, then walked up the steps, turned to face all the nobles in the hall and said: "Today, Her Majesty the Queen brings hope to the kingdom, and I have the honor of being the prince's godfather, may the sun god Helyps protect the kingdom." Good day. "Good day," everyone including the kingdom and the guards responded. With a smile on his face, he bowed to the kingdom and began to pray to the sun god: "May the Lord protect you from calamities, may the Lord grant happiness and well-being, and may the Lord grant good fortune." After that, he dipped his fingertips in holy water and drew a sun pattern on the baby's forehead. When the last stroke was over, a holy light shone down from the sky, and a chant came from the pillar of light, and several cute light-winged angels began to throw petals around the baby. The Pope watched all this with satisfaction and stepped aside. Then Dregri II took Arthur from the queen, lifted him aloft and began to receive the blessings of his subjects. For a while, the blessings in the banquet hall resounded in the hall. Dragri II took the child in his arms and said aloud: "Child, the whole nation rejoices and blesses your birth, the Pope himself baptizes you, the angels rain down flowers, and God smiles on you." Your name is Arthur Onovi Osapangon, Duke Onovich, and you will eventually become a legend. ”

After doing all this, Arthur in Dregri II's arms looked at his father with wide eyes and curiosity. Dragri II placed Arthur into the arms of his maid, who brought him back to his room. That's when the feast really began.

Six years later.

In the back garden of the palace of the Ovite Kingdom, a figure secretly poked his head out of the door, and then observed whether there were guards outside the door, and saw that there was no one outside the door. The figure tiptoed out the door, ready to slip away. It was just that the figure's right foot had just stepped out of the door, and his back collar was grabbed by an old man, and he was picked up and spun around a few times. The old man looked like a balloon deflated, and couldn't help laughing: "Arthur, have you finished learning your noble family crest?" It turned out that the one who wanted to sneak out was Arthur Osapangun, the prince of the Ovit Kingdom, and the one who caught him was Master Heinrich Benjamin, the chief archmage of the court of the Ovit Kingdom. "Mr. Heinrich, how are you so elusive, I can see that you are asleep, and I didn't notice anyone following me along the way. Arthur struggled to break free from Heinrich's grasp, but his six-year-old body could only wriggle like a caterpillar. Heinrich said with a smile. "With your little cleverness, if you had used it to study, you would have been able to go out and play a long time ago. Heinrich put Arthur on the ground and patted Arthur on the head. "Teacher, don't shoot. It will not grow tall. Arthur said dissatisfied. "If you study hard, I can teach you some magic that you've always wanted to learn. Heinrich said with a smile. "Really?" Arthur's displeasure immediately vanished. "Then you go back with me first, and after you finish learning the history of the nobles' family crests, I will teach you magic. Heinrich smiled. "Oh" As soon as he heard that he had to study the history of the nobles' family crests when he went back, Arthur lost his spirit, but in order to learn magic, Arthur had to follow Heinrich back to the school he hated and hated.

In the quaint room, the sun shines very little, and the oil lamp emits a faint glow. Arthur was bored lying on the table, looking at his teacher Heinrich. Heinrich looked at Arthur's weak appearance and was a little amused. He stretched out his right hand and held up a finger, and bright flames came out of Heinrich's fingertips, illuminating the otherwise somewhat dimly lit room. "Teacher, I'm tired of watching your tricks, can you change a new trick. How can you say that you are all court archmages? It's a shame to look like this. Arthur put his head in his arm and stopped looking at his teacher. Heinrich smiled slightly, the tips of his fingers suddenly brightened, and a blast of flame rushed directly at Arthur's head. "Ah, perm," Arthur, whose hair was on fire, jumped up and kept slapping his hair with his hand. Finally extinguishing the burning hair on his head, a burning smell came from the top of his head, and Arthur's originally golden and bright hair was like a chicken nest.

Heinrich looked at Arthur with a smile and said, "How about this little trick." "Teacher, teacher, I'm going to learn this. Arthur said excitedly around Heinrich. There was no anger at all because his hair was ignited, he was already shocked by the flame impact of the teacher's hand. Arthur had already begun to imagine himself showing off in front of his friends, their adoring eyes. Later, when the enemy rushed towards him, a flame blast directly knocked the enemy to the ground, and it was a miserable look.

Heinrich squatted down, gently smoothed Arthur's hair, and the original burnt hair returned to its previous appearance, and then said earnestly: "Arthur, your talent is the best I have ever seen, but you are not suitable for learning magic, and martial arts are your goal." You are a descendant of the great hero King Arthur the Lionheart, and with the roar of a golden lion in your veins, magic is not for you. Arthur didn't seem to understand, but Arthur knew very well about his ancestor King Arthur, and he dreamed of becoming a hero like King Arthur and an immortal legend. It's just that these are too far away for him now. Now Arthur only wants to learn a few little magics, and then the most important thing is to play handsome in front of his playmates. In the end, Heinrich still couldn't stand Arthur's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and after accepting Arthur's condition that he would learn the aristocratic family crest within a week, he finally taught Arthur the fire impact.

After getting the magic spell, Arthur couldn't wait to learn the teacher's gestures and recite the incantation. It is worthy of Heinrich's praise of talent, poof, a small flame appeared on Arthur's fingertips, Heinrich was very pleased, if Arthur is not a descendant of King Arthur, with Arthur's talent, it is not impossible to become a great magister like Gondolf Atwell. But Arthur was not satisfied with this, and if he took it out like this, he would be ridiculed to death by Joseph Halle, so that Arthur would never be able to raise his head in front of Joseph again.

So, Arthur couldn't wait to try again. Arthur, who looked at the still small flames, was a little anxious, and the speed of the incantation in his mouth increased a little. Heinrich, who was sitting in front of Arthur, suddenly felt bad, and with a wave of his right hand, a transparent barrier appeared in front of him. At this moment, a huge blazing flame erupted from Arthur's fingertips and hit the barrier directly, and sparks flew everywhere.

When the flames were extinguished, Heinrich looked at the white smoke around the desk, and laughed a little. Arthur, on the other hand, was completely caught up in the power of the Great Fireball technique he unleashed. Heinrich coughed and woke up Arthur, who was still in a daze, and Arthur, who came to his senses, immediately shouted excitedly, and Heinrich let Arthur shout in disregard of aristocratic etiquette. After shouting, Arthur wanted to try the spell he had just learned. Heinrich frowned, he didn't want the room to smoke again, and with a wave of his staff, Arthur's mouth that was originally going to recite the incantation could only whine.

Heinrich said, "Well, my Royal Highness, I have already learned your Great Fireball technique. If you do it again, you're going to destroy my room." Arthur whined, pointing to his mouth. Heinrich laughed, and with another wave of his staff, Arthur was able to speak again. Only this time he didn't say anything else, just rolled his eyes, and then said to Heinrich: "Teacher, I'll go out first." Looking at the room that was almost destroyed by Arthur's Great Fireball Technique, Heinrich could only shake his head, and then said: "You must finish the "History of the Noble Family Coat" this week, otherwise His Majesty will look for you." "I see. The only response to Heinrich was the voice of Arthur who was far away.

Heinrich turned to look at the messy room and sighed helplessly. With a flick of his hand, the contents of the room returned to their original state.

In the Kingdom of Ovite, in the province of Onovich, in a small village near the town of Hardwood.

Ten-year-old Lore Ida is packing dry food into his bag and filling his kettle with water as his father, Wes Ida, prepares to go hunting in the mountains. Watching his father carry a bow and crossbow on his back at the door, Lore's heart was filled with longing. He also wanted to go into the mountains to hunt like his father. His father was a well-known hunter near Hardwood Town, and he was familiar with all the mountains and rivers around Hardwood Town. Many nobles would invite his father to be their guide when they went hunting in the mountains. Therefore, Lore is an admirer of his father and desires what his father does. It's just that he was still young, and his father had promised him that when he was twelve years old, he would take him to the mountains. Lore wanted to arrive as soon as possible. Wes packed his bags, kissed his wife goodbye, squatted down and kissed Lore, and then said, "My little hero, when I'm gone, you have to protect and take care of your mother, and when I come back, I'll bring you a little eaglet." Good no good. Lore, with wide eyes, "Dad, don't worry, I will protect my mother." ”

As the sun rose, Lore stood at the head of the village and watched his father disappear from sight.