The evacuation work proceeded orderly.
Massive spirit cars continuously erged from the darkness and returned into it. The people of Saint Reel waited on the temporary platforms with feelings of curiosity, anxiety, joy, and unease. With the sa feelings, they boarded these enormous vehicles they had never seen before, heading to their new hos.
These are the latest creations from the chanical Research Institute. Each spirit car has an enormous carriage, fifty yards long, twenty yards wide, and eleven yards high, with three levels: upper, middle, and lower, capable of carrying three hundred people. Powered by a high-purity black crystal, each car can run continuously for five days, sufficient for a round trip between the new city in the Eternal Sealed Land and the ancient city before needing replacent.
Each spirit car is equipped with a giant spirit lamp and a high-rank combatant is on board. Along the way, there are patrolling high-rank combatants for protection, making it very safe.
This high degree of organization and operation shocked every Saint Reel individual.
They had never seen such a tightly organized structure. Everyone knew what their tasks were and what to do if any problems arose. Each level had corresponding solutions, and if faced with an ergency, it would be swiftly reported, and an elite combat team would promptly arrive to handle the threat.
In Saint Reel, everything used to be very simple. One sufficiently strong person handled everything, while the warriors below dealt with the chaotic creatures they could manage. Anything beyond that was left to the strong individual.
If they couldn’t handle it, it proved the strong one wasn’t strong enough.
In Saint Reel, this was a deadly evaluation. Everyone would cautiously choose the responsibilities they could bear. The strong took care of everything, deeply rooted in their hearts, with never a true sense of collaborative combat—at most, two against one.
During this ti, Evela, Bossivale, Lance, and Vier, along with many Saint Reel warriors, significantly changed their perspectives, receiving a trendous impact on their worldview.
To them in the past, personal strength dictated everything.
Only the strongest could save the world. They intensely pursued individual strength, dismissive of organization, collaboration, and external materials, thinking these would foster dependency, thus hindering the advancent of personal strength, making it not worth the loss.
Therefore, in Saint Reel, there was never such an abundance of spiritual power technology, nor such strange special creations. They looked down upon weapons below divine artifacts, as these could interfere with their personal power cultivation. Every warrior, from birth, aid to master divine artifacts.
Becoming a king above all was their sole goal.
Inventions that facilitated the public were even less considered. As long as they could survive, there was no problem. Endurance and grinding were activities everyone loved because they believed it could unleash their potential.
Even if they couldn’t beco warriors of fire, their chances would increase for their next generation.
The only regret was that potential seed unrelated to bloodline, as talent was completely random. A commoner’s child might beco a top strong individual, while a strong person’s child might end up ordinary. Thus, Saint Reel people highly valued population, believing only a larger base could yield more strong individuals.
In this aspect, Saint Reel was identical to Trolian.
Every person had their value, even if they seed unremarkable now.
Thus, regarding refugee reception, there were no grudges between the two civilizations.
Evela and Bossivale had no desire for control. She had no concerns about the treatnt of Saint Reel refugees.
Indeed, that was the case.
Far away in the Royal City, Jon established Evela as the fourth King Candidate of Trolian through the Supre Council. This appointnt reached Evela’s hands yesterday. Additionally, she was appointed Guardian of the fifty-second defense zone, responsible for safeguarding the Eternal Sealed Land, which is the settlent area for Saint Reel refugees.
Bossivale also beca the seventeenth Fire Son of Trolian (Evela being the sixteenth), concurrently serving as the chief instructor at the Jinworth Society and the Fire Hall.
Additionally, nine Saint Reel Commanders beca knight captains of the Knight Order, forming a Saint Reel legion that included over twenty thousand warriors, with the commander temporarily being Evela.
Jon specifically inford Evela and Bossivale that if they ca across a Commander with great strength and exceptional aptitude, they could recomnd them. With successful examination, they could also beco a Fire Son.
Both Evela and Bossivale were deeply moved by Trolian’s trust, with Bossivale being especially touched.
As the Great Shepherd in charge of combat training and spiritual energy cultivation in Saint Reel, he never imagined receiving such attention in Trolian.
What shocked him even more was a human civilization existing over a thousand years in the Dark Epoch without a complete, reliable spiritual energy cultivation system.
The Holy Church originally managed this area, with Horus as the principal in charge.
Bossivale’s evaluation of him was: "It’s like running naked on a primitive wasteland!"
Horus wasn’t offended; he only felt infinite joy.
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