Alan smiled gently and said, "That’s not the case, young Rod. Every Special Level Combatant is indeed a formidable warrior. Among the seven Fire Sons and four Great Knight Captains, I don’t have the strongest burst damage, nor do I possess the highest Spiritual Energy. Anything I can do, they can also achieve. My only advantage is that I last longer."
From Alan’s calm and gentle eyes, Rod thought his words held so truth.
So, there are eleven such powerful warriors in Trolian?
Rod’s blood boiled at the thought.
No wonder humanity has been able to hold on in such environnts!
No wonder the King is confident in executing the Holy Fire plan!
So Trolian still has eleven such pillars of support.
Rod clenched his fists tightly.
This ti, I must advance to a First Level Combatant and quickly reach their level.
—
The mission was a great success; they not only annihilated the source of the Human Pus Giant but also destroyed the ancient Heroic Spirit Hall, killing the corrupted Heroic Spirits and allowing these ancient heroes to rest in peace.
The collapsing hall also gave Rod his first glimpse of the true Abyss, exposing him to so ancient secrets, though he did not yet know what they represented. In the future, as his understanding of the world deepened, he would co to understand all of this.
After returning to Wind City, Rod bid farewell to Alan and then boarded the Spiritual Power Airship back to the Fire Hall.
Alan still needed to stay behind to deal with the remaining Human Pus Giants.
The destruction of their source would not affect the already contaminated giants, which were difficult and deford monsters to handle; Alan had to reduce their numbers to a level manageable by Wind City before he could leave.
This was not very difficult for Alan.
The Human Pus had been eradicated, and the pollution in the Giant Graveyard had also disappeared; no new Human Pus Giants erged, and the remaining ones could not cause him much trouble.
Soon, Alan had eliminated most of the Human Pus Giants.
The few that remained could no longer pose a threat to Wind City.
When he returned to the castle hall of Wind City and announced that the months-long crisis had been lifted, the cheers nearly lifted the roof off the castle.
The news spread quickly, and before long, the entire city was shouting Alan’s na.
Crowds surged from the streets, alleys, and mines, releasing their exhilaration with all their might.
The crisis of the Human Pus Giants had persisted for too long. During this period, humanity had lived under a shadow of terror; panic-inducing rumors had constantly circulated, and rampant speculations suggested that Royal City would abandon Wind City, although few believed them, the unease persisted in their hearts.
Only now did people break free from the shadow of terror. Wind City’s chief Fire Priest dared to add enough Fuel Elent to the Guardian Fire, and the bright flas instantly lit up the entire city, contrasting sharply with the previous dim light.
—This was a common practice in the Outer City during a crisis: reducing the brightness of the fire to avoid attracting more attacks by the Black Fog and monsters.
Only after the crisis was resolved did they restore the bright light.
For a city suspended in the Dark World, nothing was more important than light.
The bright light brought infinite security to the people; the fire not only dispelled the darkness and shadows but also scattered their inner fears and unease.
Only then could people rest easy and sleep peacefully.
Wind City had finally returned to normal.
Alan returned to Royal City with his Battle Group.
As a Special Level Combatant of Trolian, only the King and the Supre Council had authority over him, and the Military War Departnt only had a say in advising him; the first Defense Chief, Theodore, could only make suggestions to him.
However, Alan still went to the Military War Departnt imdiately to report in detail about the combat operations in Wind City.
Although Alan’s narrative was straightforward, Theodore and the other defense chiefs were still petrified, particularly at the mont they heard about the closing of the entrance. Even though Alan was standing right in front of them, many still gasped in shock.
Theodore stubbed out his cigarette, spoke earnestly and said, "Alan, you cannot take such risks. Who knows what mysteries are hidden within that ancient Heroic Spirit Hall, and its connection to the Abyss is also very strange. In such a situation, there was a chance you might not have returned."
Alan spoke calmly, "It doesn’t matter. I have explored its spatial structure in advance. It is a typical dual-layer space. The dinsion we are in is a huge spatial projection with no space-ti lock. It cannot stop ."
A Defense Chief shouted, "Lord Alan, but it is still very dangerous. You could return after annihilating the human pus. Why do you seek to kill the other corrupted heroic spirits? It has delayed us quite a bit."
Alan said indifferently, "Human heroic spirits should not be corrupted, used, or cursed. They should rest in peace."
The room fell silent.
Everyone clenched their fist with one hand, placed it over their heart, and bowed slightly as a gesture of respect to the ancient human heroes.
Another Defense Chief asked, "Lord Alan, why did you destroy the core statue of the hall? You must know that without the support of the core statue, the Heroic Spirit Hall will soon be destroyed."
Alan’s tone remained unchanged as he continued, "This hall no longer needs to exist; let it beco a tomb for the heroic spirits."
The attendees looked at each other, and one person asked, "But what about the abyss that is backflowing in?"
Alan nodded, "Exactly, its ruins will forever lie silent at the bottom of the abyss."
The room was deeply silent, everyone deep in thought.
After a long ti, soone could not help but ask, "What is the true nature of the abyss? Is it an endless sea of darkness?"
"No." Alan shook his head slightly. "That black tide is not water, but the most terrifying darkness. The most powerful abyssal giant trolls grow there, fostering serpents capable of destroying everything."
Alan’s words stunned everyone, and a flurry of noise erupted as everyone speculated about what the true abyss was like.
Only Darin remained calm, and he knocked on the table, "Quiet. This is not the issue to discuss now. Leave it to the scholars of the Royal City to pursue the truth."
He turned his head and said warmly, "Alan, it is good you have returned. The Military War Departnt is discussing the matters of attacking Starry Sky City. Take a few days to rest; Soul Master Priscilla at the Soul Church is waiting for you. Trolian is about to face its most important battle ever, and we still have many tasks for you."
Alan nodded, turned, and left the hall. Yet, he could not go to the Soul Church imdiately. After dealing with nurous issues related to trophies and strategic materials, he went to the mission hall.
Various long-term tasks hung there, so issued by the Royal City and others by individuals.
Those issued by the Royal City were mostly like finding Fire Spark, searching for Holy White Tree Seeds, acquiring Fuel Elent, obtaining Fire Kindling.
Those issued by individuals were usually materials extrely needed by the person themselves which were not in stock within the Royal City.
The person in charge of the mission hall rushed out, ca up to Alan with the utmost respect, and perford a 360-degree bow to the ground.
"Lord Alan, how may I assist you?"
Alan said indifferently, "This one can be deleted."
The person in charge saw it was a task posted by "Rod," seeking "Primordial Soil."
Its priority was very high, almost the highest among personal tasks, clearly with special attention from the Royal City.
"Uh, Lord Alan, did Sir Rod find what he needed?" he asked cautiously.
Alan nodded slightly, "He found it. The on was not wrong; the Primordial Soil was in the core statue."
The person in charge, without doubt, imdiately marked the task as completed.
Alan then left the mission hall and was about to head to the Soul Church when he suddenly saw a new statue of Theodore erected outside the Military War Departnt.
It was long after Theodore’s death that the Royal City gradually made his death known.
In their grief, people spontaneously erected statues for him.
This one outside the Military War Departnt was one of them.
Alan looked up at the statue and murmured, "Teacher, do you see this?"
"Our hope is shining."
"Just as you said, one day, he will be our redemption."
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