"Hmm..."
The tall Heroic Spirit Legion Commander stood silently, his lifeless gaze seed to pierce through the thick fog, directed towards the source of the unusual disturbance.
It seed that another bearer of a Heroic Spirit Pool fragnt had shown an anomaly.
But that didn’t matter.
Throughout these long ages, there were always the strong who found the Heroic Spirit Pool fragnts and claid them as their own.
They fought each other, vying for control of the fragnts, and the victor would enjoy the benefits of the Heroic Spirit Pool for a long ti.
Just now, the commander felt a peculiar disturbance.
It was an unprecedented feeling!
It felt like destiny was calling out to him.
It was as if he saw sothing, yet saw nothing at all.
"That is..."
The commander remained silent, contemplating quietly in his heart.
He seed to be waiting for sothing.
Or perhaps hoping for sothing.
But in the end, he did nothing.
He sent no subordinates to investigate, nor made any defensive preparations, rely withdrawing his gaze silently, looking at the training ground before him.
And before him, the Heroic Spirit Legion was fighting silently.
Their battle lacked thunderous war cries, only the quiet collision of bodies and energy fluctuations.
They were divided into two camps, attacking each other.
Every Heroic Spirit fought with all their might, their eyes gleaming with steadfast fighting will, attacking their companions without hesitation, powerful forces erupting with each swing.
A Heroic Spirit suddenly charged at his opponent, his weapon gleaming with a cold light, after a few minutes of stalemate, seizing an opportunity to strike viciously at the opponent.
BOOM!!!
And the Heroic Spirit that was struck was severely wounded, his body flying like a kite with broken strings, landing heavily on the ground.
The victor did not gloat, instead seizing the opportunity to charge at the next "enemy."
anwhile, the defeated struggled on the ground, his wounds shattering, turning into flowing light and scattering, unable to rise.
The other Heroic Spirits in battle were indifferent, no one glanced over.
No one cared, no one minded; it was a scene they had witnessed countless tis.
Only the supervising Heroic Spirit on the side dragged up the gravely injured comrade, casually tossing him into the glowing Heroic Spirit Pool behind.
The energy of the Heroic Spirit Pool slowly enveloped the gravely injured one, quickly restoring his battered body, and he soon opened his eyes again.
In this ti, the other Heroic Spirits did not pause, swiftly adjusting and beginning the next round of battle.
Once the gravely injured Heroic Spirit was fully recovered, he imdiately stood up, unhesitatingly returning to the battlefield.
The battle unfolded once again.
They frenziedly fought each other, sparks of battle flying in the silence.
They battled in an endless cycle, as if they were not only comrades fighting side by side but also mortal enemies.
The battle never ceased.
And such scenes had lasted for many, many years.
In truth, they did not know why they fought, but only one thought remained in their minds — they could not stop, they were forever battle-ready and waiting.
Even if the god they served had departed.
Even if their efforts might forever be in vain.
They continued to fight.
They were waiting.
Waiting for the god’s return.
Waiting for a chance to prove themselves.
To prove their loyalty, to prove their worth.
"Sigh..."
After watching for a long ti, the commander let out a silent sigh, picking up his weapon beside him, and slowly walked towards the center of the battlefield.
And the mont the commander stepped into the battlefield, all the Heroic Spirits halted their attacks, their gaze filled with ferocity and awe as they looked at him.
Clack!
Without words, all the Heroic Spirits picked up their weapons once more.
This ti, they were no longer each other’s opponents, needing no longer to fight amongst themselves.
Because now they had a common enemy.
The commander!
Then, for the first ti, the Heroic Spirits let out a roar.
"Battle!!!"
And the commander, facing the attacks of his subordinates, silently raised the gigantic weapon in his hand.
"Battle!!!"
He roared, heavily smashing the weapon towards the ground.
BOOM!!!
Under the massive shockwave, all the Heroic Spirits besieging him were blown away!!!
.
.
"Eh?"
On the other side, Valentina, also engaged in battle, perked up her ears, as if she heard sothing.
Hmm?
She paused her swaying movents, turning her head to look into the distance.
Over there, it seed like soone was fighting?
Miss Hungry Dragon thought for a mont, then nonchalantly withdrew her gaze.
She did not take the unusual fluctuations to heart.
"Hmm... h! Nothing to care about~"
What’s strange about a fight?
Isn’t it quite normal?
I’m fighting too!
However, her intuition told her that the opponent’s strength should be quite good.
If possible, it would be best to find an excuse to have a fight!
Valentina loved to battle.
But ever since advancing, she hadn’t encountered a suitable opponent.
That three-headed chira wasn’t even a challenge for her; she dispatched it effortlessly.
How disappointing!
And just as she was distracted, Herbert wasn’t idle either, imdiately seizing the gap in her attention.
"A flaw!"
Herbert seized the opportunity in Valentina’s movent, suddenly exerting force, turning defense into offense, pressing her down in an instant.
One second, two seconds, three seconds — taken down!
The Hungry Dragon subdued!
However, before Herbert could revel, Valentina, having snapped back to reality, flashed a satisfied smile.
"Hehe, you’re finally getting into it too!"
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