Daniel unfurled his Eternal Darkgold Wings. In the howling dark winds of the Abyss Rift, the dark-gold feathers snapped loudly in the air.
Leading the eight legendary-grade powerhouses under his command, he shot toward the nine-star Abyss Rift.
This ti, he intended to wipe out the shadowkin threat once and for all.
...
Nine-Star Abyss Rift.
When Daniel descended upon this land shrouded in darkness, the sight before him made his heart tremble slightly.
The sky looked as though it had been torn apart.
A colossal Godscar hung overhead, so vast it was suffocating to behold. Like an inverted giant bowl, it covered the entire heavens.
Within that twisted expanse of space, bursts of multicolored light flashed from ti to ti—the aftershocks of clashes between legendary-grade powerhouses.
Every few monts, golden blood rained down from the battlefield above, pouring onto the scorched black earth like a storm.
At that very mont, one world announcent after another exploded across the sky like funeral bells.
[Ergency Global Announcent: Deputy Garrison Commander of the Nine-Star Abyss Rift, human legendary-grade powerhouse "Hawk," has fallen in battle!]
[Ergency Global Announcent: Deputy Garrison Commander of the Nine-Star Abyss Rift, human legendary-grade powerhouse "Julian," has fallen in battle!]
[Ergency Global Announcent: Deputy Garrison Commander of the Nine-Star Abyss Rift, human legendary-grade powerhouse "Bruno," has fallen in battle!]
One.
Two.
Five...
A total of twelve.
Since the launch of the ga, there had never been such a dense succession of announcents reporting the deaths of legendary-grade powerhouses.
Each announcent marked the end of a life.
Each toll of the bell ant the loss of one of humanity’s greatest warriors.
Standing at the edge of the Godscar, Daniel gazed at that distorted sky, the killing intent in his eyes nearly solid enough to take form.
"You go in first and assist the human powerhouses in holding back the shadowkin."
Carodion, Lucian, Tiana, and the others nodded. In the next instant, they transford into eight streaks of light and plunged straight into the twisted battlefield.
Daniel withdrew his gaze and took the [Banner of Valor] from his backpack.
Stars were embroidered across the banner’s surface, and in the dark winds of the Abyss Rift, it fluttered sharply.
Closing his eyes, he sensed the remnant souls of the twelve fallen human powerhouses who had just perished.
They seed to still be drifting in the wind.
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"Yes."
Golden light spread out from the war banner like an invisible net, gathering those remnant souls one by one before they could fade away.
[Notice: Remnant soul condensation successful! Remnant souls captured: Hawk, Julian, Bruno... twelve in total!]
Daniel opened his eyes and continued.
[Notice: Spend 1.2 billion gold coins to convert the remnant souls of these twelve powerhouses into relics?]
"Yes."
[Notice: Remnant soul conversion complete!]
He stowed the banner back into his inventory and cast Seraphic Revival.
Soon, pale golden light began to swirl before him, like sacred flas waiting to be kindled.
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"Yes."
Golden radiance erupted before his eyes.
One figure after another stepped out from within the light.
Hawk. Julian. Bruno...
Every one of them wore a dazed expression, lowering their heads to look at their own hands.
Then, in unison, they dropped to one knee before Daniel.
"We pay our respects, my lord!"
Daniel nodded, his gaze sweeping across them one by one.
Among the twelve, four were high-grade, five were mid-grade, and three were low-grade.
Together with the four transcendent and four high-grade powerhouses he had already commanded, he now had twenty legendary-grade powerhouses under him.
"Follow into the Godscar!"
His voice was calm as still water.
"Kill every shadowkin invader!"
Before the final word had even fallen, he had already spread his wings and shot toward that twisted sky.
The twelve resurrected powerhouses followed close behind, turning into twelve streaks of light as they entered the Godscar.
...
Outside the Godscar.
The surviving human powerhouses who witnessed everything were all dumbstruck.
Daniel’s arrival with his legion of powerhouses had already left the human defenders at the edge of the Godscar utterly stunned.
They had never imagined that humanity had been hiding so many high-grade combatants.
But what ca next robbed them completely of speech.
Those comrades who had just monts ago died heroically before their eyes—blowing themselves up to perish together with the enemy—were now standing once more, alive and breathing, atop the ritual platform.
Familiar figures.
Faces burned deep into mory.
They stepped back into this blood-soaked sky through golden light.
"By the gods..."
An old veteran muttered under his breath, nearly dropping the longsword in his hand.
"By the gods... I’m not seeing things, am I? Weren’t those Julian and Hawk just now?"
"I saw Cole’s chest pierced through by a demon blade with my own eyes... How is he back?"
No one could answer.
Only stunned gazes passed silently from face to face.
"Not just them—Carodion, Tiana... weren’t they dead long ago? Have we fallen into so shadowkin nightmare? Are we all seeing the sa illusion?"
"Could it be so kind of resurrection thod?! We all saw that man pull them back from the altar!"
"Resurrection... That young man can actually revive legendary-grade powerhouses?"
The human warriors looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and bewildernt.
...
Inside the Godscar.
With the arrival of Carodion and the others, humanity’s crumbling battle line finally gained a chance to recover.
What stunned the human powerhouses even more, however, was that these newcors were all old acquaintances.
"Carodion? Is that really you? Weren’t you...?"
"Lady Tiana? Didn’t you fall defending Winterhold?"
"And Evelyn too? You were clearly just..."
Bathed in blood from head to toe, the elderly Ansel swept his gaze over Carodion and the others, his heart surging like a storm-tossed sea.
These people had clearly died in battle.
So why had they appeared here again?
But he quickly noticed sothing strange.
Carodion’s eyes were empty and cold. When he looked at Ansel, there was not the slightest trace of their forr friendship—only pure composure.
"They’ve probably been resurrected by soone,"
Ansel murmured in a low voice, his tone heavy with complicated emotion.
"But they’ve also lost all their mories."
While the human side was still reeling in shock, chaos had already erupted among the shadowkin.
"That’s impossible! Weren’t those humans already dead? How are they standing again?!"
"And their auras... those four are transcendent legendary-grade? What kind of joke is this?!"
"Four transcendents and four high-grades... where did humanity suddenly pull so many powerhouses from?!"
The shadowkin formation began to waver.
The nurical advantage they had been so proud of vanished in an instant.
And at the deepest part of the battlefield, the shadowkin overlord Baal was currently locked in combat with two human transcendent powerhouses.
Even so, he held the absolute upper hand, for he was a Peak Transcendent legendary-grade existence—the strongest among all the warriors of both races present on the battlefield.
But when his gaze swept over the newly arrived human reinforcents, his expression finally changed.
Because he recognized several of those faces.
So of them were people he had personally slain.
And yet now, they stood there alive upon the battlefield once more, their auras even stronger than they had been in life.
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