Chapter 1338: Scarlet Crusade Chapter 1338: Scarlet Crusade The eyes of all the warriors of the Helix Continent were fixed upon the towering silhouette of the Sun Dragon Castle.
An aura of anticipation hung heavy in the air as Bahamut, Lady Alune, and the most influential Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult figures had entered the castle seven days ago.
As the massive gates swung open, they finally erged, their energies and auras no longer concealed but radiating openly.
Each of them glowed with such overwhelming power that they resembled suns ascending into the sky, illuminating the horizon with their brilliance.
Bahamut glanced at Lady Alune and ylin.
The three leaders shared a silent understanding before turning their gazes toward the Sun Ascension Pool Hall.
It had taken less than three days for Cain to brand the Mark of Abbadon onto the dragons and saintesses, a process that had imbued them with incredible new abilities.
However, there had been many topics to discuss before marching into war, nurous points that required careful handling.
Although Cain would not be directly participating in the battles, his importance to the war effort was unparalleled, making it essential to consult with him on key strategies and plans.
Cain, despite his youth, was extrely powerful and talented.
Already considered the number one genius across the Helix Continent, he ranked among the top three powerhouses, standing side by side with the leaders of the Moon Cult and Tiamat Sect.
Yet, warfare was sothing often born out of experience, and given his age, the dragons and saintesses did not expect much from him in terms of military insight.
However, the input the dark dragon was able to provide during their discussions shocked everyone present.
The way Cain understood warfare, especially conflicts that took place across different continents and required complex logistical maneuvers, left Bahamut and Lady Alune in awe.
His strategies were not only innovative but also deeply insightful, taking into account variables that others had overlooked.
The truth was that while the leaders of the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult had faced many battles and wars, their experiences were confined to the Helix Continent.
Intercontinental warfare was an entirely different arena, and in this regard, Cain’s experience surpassed not only theirs but perhaps that of anyone in the Crimson World’s First Realm.
As they concluded their etings, the ten figures who bore the Mark of Abbadon gazed at Sun Dragon Castle.
Under the eyes of hundreds of dragons and saintesses, they clasped their hands and perford a deep bow toward the Sun Ascension Pool Hall, a gesture of respect and gratitude for the power and guidance it had bestowed upon them.
Without another word, they flashed into the distance, leaving trails of radiant energy in their wake.
Before the assembled dragons and saintesses could ponder what was happening, a unified ssage resonated within their minds: “Co to the Forgotten Land.” The ssage stirred confusion among many.
The Forgotten Land was a massive poisonous chasm near the center of the Helix Continent.
It was a place shunned by most, as the poison and toxins there corrupted the very fabric of space.
Even Void Eclipse powerhouses found it challenging to remain within its vicinity for long.
Yet, no one dared to neglect the command.
Soon, thousands of dragons and saintesses mobilized from all across the continent, their formations stretching across the skies and lands as they made their way to the ominous chasm.
For the ten masters of the Eternal Ascendant Network, reaching the Forgotten Land was a trivial task.
With figures like Bahamut, who could shatter space itself, they traversed the distance effortlessly.
Upon arrival, they ford a massive circle around the poisonous chasm, their auras combining to create a protective barrier that purified the surrounding air.
They waited in silence, their expressions solemn yet resolute.
As the days passed, more and more dragons and saintesses arrived.
Wings filled the skies, and the ground shook beneath the footsteps of those who could not fly.
Before the week ended, tens of thousands of Legends had gathered around the Forgotten Land.
Finally, when all those summoned had appeared, Grand Elder Bahamut stepped forward.
His presence commanded attention, his draconic features exuding authority.
Deep and resonant, the dark obsidian dragon’s voice thundered across the sky, amplified by his imnse power.
“Today marks the first day of a new era,” he began, his words carrying to the farthest reaches of the assembly.
“We will plant the seed of unification across every continent in the Crimson World’s First Realm.
We fight not for greed or vengeance but for the natural order of things.
To heal the land and raise this realm to its forr glory!” A ripple of energy coursed through the crowd.
The eyes of the dragons and saintesses glowed with a renewed sense of purpose and conviction.
They felt the truth in Bahamut’s words resonate within their souls.
A war effort based solely on greed had its limits; people would grow exhausted after too much bloodshed.
Wealth alone was not enough to push one forward indefinitely.
But a cause rooted in restoring balance and achieving a greater good could inspire limitless dedication.
Lady Alune stepped forward next, her robes billowing gently despite the still air.
Her eyes shone with a celestial light, and her voice was soothing yet firm.
“Our crusade will bring the Crimson World a radiant future,” she declared.
“The new realm we will raise will give birth to wonders we cannot even imagine.
It will help us and the next generation strive toward heights we have only dread of.” Her words ignited the conviction and resolve of the warriors even further.
The desire to forge a world of wonders made their souls burn with determination. Finally, ylin stepped forward.
The aura of the Prima Depravita was ethereal and powerful, drawing all eyes to her.
She gazed upon the vast assembly, and a sharp and aningful light appeared in her eyes.
“As our cause transcends boundaries,” she began, her voice clear and unwavering, “we will transcend our original powers and organizations.
We are no longer rely mbers of the Tiamat Sect or the Moon Cult.
We are a single force.” She turned to the other nine figures standing beside her, and each nodded in agreent.
The unity among them was palpable, a shared purpose that bound them beyond any previous affiliations.
With a voice that echoed across the chasm and into the hearts of all present, ylin shouted the next words: “We are the Scarlet Crusade!” For a mont, there was silence-a collective intake of breath as the weight of her declaration settled over the crowd.
The next second, ylin raised her hand.
In her palm rested a dark seed the size of an apple.
With a graceful motion, she allowed the seed to fall toward the ground.
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