Following Caesar and the others, Caelan carefully inspected the entire Runic Array from beginning to end.
Very soon, he discovered where the issue lay:
The Runic Array before him was far more refined than the one provided by his mission.
To put it simply, this Runic Array was basically the pro max version of the one he had originally planned to create himself.
How strange. What exactly was going on here?
Caelan frowned, then could not help asking his grandfather beside him,
"Grandfather Caesar, I have a question. Was this Runic Array like this from the very beginning?"
A hazy look flashed through Caesar’s eyes, but he soon shook his head firmly.
"Of course not. We spent more than fifty years perfecting this Runic Array before it reached its current scale."
"Co to think of it, the only reason this Runic Array was able to achieve its present standard is thanks to the blueprints provided by that mysterious senior, along with the efforts of every single legion mber over the years."
"I’m sure you can also tell that this Runic Array contains a large amount of precious materials."
Caelan nodded. He had already noticed everything Caesar ntioned.
At that mont, Orlando added in a tily manner,
"Little Caelan, you probably don’t know what has happened since the birth of our Ironclad Legion, do you?"
"The truth is, although the Ironclad Legion has not existed for very long, its path has been especially difficult. To be precise, ever since the Legion was founded, it has constantly suffered suppression from both external forces and internal enemies. If it hadn’t been for the help of the Runic Array..."
Orlando seed to recall sothing, and suddenly let out a deep sigh. A faint glimr of tears flickered in his eyes.
"Back then, your father and mother were forced to... sigh... because they wanted to protect the Ironclad Legion."
"Little Caelan, you’ve suffered a lot out there all these years. I only hope you understand—your parents did not abandon you. There were simply so things they had no choice about..."
Caelan nodded and did not press further about his parents.
Because he understood very clearly that now was not yet the ti for him to know those matters. If they could tell him, his grandfather and Orlando would surely have done so already.
"Don’t worry, Orlando. I don’t resent my parents. I think they must have had sothing even more important they needed to do."
"And besides, I grew up with my cousin all these years. Honestly, I’ve lived pretty well. Really."
Orlando and Caesar exchanged a glance, and both saw the sa trace of relief in each other’s eyes.
This child, Caelan, was far more sensible than they had imagined.
Just then, Caelan suddenly raised a crucial question.
"Grandfather, Orlando—I understand everything you’ve told . But there’s one key issue you’ve never explained from beginning to end."
"Where exactly is this mysterious senior you keep talking about now?"
"All these years, hasn’t he helped at all?"
Hearing Caelan’s question, Caesar and Orlando both froze in place.
Almost instinctively, they rubbed their brows, trying hard to recall everything related to that mysterious senior, only to realize that in their mories, all that remained was a dense fog and a handful of fragnted, blurry images.
How strange.
Given their strength, it was impossible that they could not rember at all.
Even a fool would understand that sothing this important should be absolutely unforgettable under normal circumstances.
And with Caesar and Orlando’s level of power, altering their mories should have been nearly impossible.
Unless...
It involved sothing at the level of laws or rules.
anwhile, Caelan had also vaguely arrived at so guesses of his own.
But at this mont, his mood was utterly miserable.
The original plan had been simple: he would use the Runic Array to show off a little and conveniently complete his [Star Ascension Quest] along the way.
But now?
So mysterious senior from who-knows-where had popped out and occupied his ecological niche first.
Was this so kind of joke?
At that mont, Caelan desperately wanted to know who this outrageous person was.
This was just too much!
He had planned everything perfectly, and now it had all been thrown into chaos.
Unwilling to give up, Caelan proceeded to briefly introduce several attack-type skills, as well as a number of other skills that existed in his skill tree.
In order to complete the quest, he was truly going all out.
anwhile, Caesar followed along and gave his judgnt on each one.
In the end, Caelan let out a deep sigh of relief, because he had finally found a few skills that could still be of use.
For example, the simplest one of all:
[Shellkin Summon]
Compared with the all-around versatility of [Stonekin Hero-Spirit], the abilities of the Shellkin were actually extrely specialized.
They only had a single function:
They could attach themselves to human bodies and serve as armor.
But that was not what Caelan truly valued.
What he really cared about was the upgraded version that ca after spending an enormous amount of gold coins on enhancent:
[Shellkin Core]
The effect of this skill was extrely interesting.
In addition to providing a massive amount of defense, it could also grant three instances of fatal damage resistance.
To put it simply, as long as one remained within the range of the Runic Array, it was equivalent to having three extra lives.
On top of that, [Shellkin Core] could also grant the host certain stat bonuses, especially HP regeneration, which was an exceptionally rare attribute.
After reading the skill description of [Shellkin Core], both Caesar and Orlando were overjoyed.
As expected of the Chosen One.
Even the skill he was adding to the Runic Array was already this heaven-defying.
Although maintaining the Runic Array on a regular basis would consu an enormous amount of resources, for the entire Ironclad Legion, it was still an extrely worthwhile investnt.
The key point was that even if other legions wanted a Runic Array like this, they simply could not make one.
Caesar nodded in satisfaction, his face full of smiles.
"Little Caelan, if you need any other materials, just say the word!"
"We old folks definitely won’t be stingy when it cos to helping you!"
Caelan nodded, then thought for a mont before saying,
"Grandfather, I need [Abyssal Gaze], [Ultron Core], [Swain’s Blood], and..."
As Caelan rattled off one material after another, Caesar and Orlando were both completely dumbfounded.
They had not even heard of most of these materials!
Where on earth had this kid learned the nas of such strange and bizarre ingredients?
As expected of the Chosen One... only...
An awkward smile appeared on Caesar’s face.
He exchanged a look with Orlando, and then, almost at the sa ti, both of them raised a hand to cover their foreheads.
"Ahem... Little Caelan, your grandfather has a headache. I’ll go back and rest for a while first."
"Cough, cough. Your Orlando has a stomachache too. He also needs to rest!"
Caelan looked at Orlando blankly.
"Orlando, if your stomach hurts... why are you covering your forehead?"
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