Chapter 596 - 64: Hundredfold Refined Heroic Spirits Are Not in Vain (Part 3)

However, while the Black Dragon Lord Rosani’s idea was clever, both the Black Dragon and the Golden Empire underestimated the number of demons.

No one could count how many demons surged into this world through the plane passage, like locusts; the more they died, the more demons crawled out from the other side of the passage.

Thus, after research, the Empire’s Caster Corps proposed a rather whimsical idea.

Within the Knowledge Fortress left by the Ancient Magic Empire, there is a spell analysis and fragment left behind by a mysterious and powerful ancient mage.

It is said that this mage once used this Forbidden Magic to challenge the Divine Spirit, attempting to strip the authority and divine position of the gods; the details are unknown.

But the Empire’s Mage Legion, by refining and altering the spell’s model, allowed the Black Dragon Lord Rosani, who obtained the Spiritual Subordinate Authority of the Ancestral Red Dragon,

to utilize the carrying capacity of the perfect being of the Giant Dragon, employing this modified ’God-Stripping Skill’, to compete with the Plane God, King of Light R’hllor, over the world’s primary authority and the control of the plane, through the source node of magic power reopened at the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

In order to completely close the passage leading to the Demon Plane, and then re-establish the Super-Space-Time Beacon connecting to the Imperial Territory of the Golden Empire, leading to the Icaria World.

Thus, the Black Dragon Lord Rosani, transformed again into the Elemental Earth Body enveloping Valerian City, began a day-by-day silent confrontation with the King of Light R’hllor, aided by the Empire’s High Tier Mage Legion.

Under the protection of the Black Dragon Lord Rosani, anywhere he existed within Valerian City, one could replenish themselves with the magic power overflowing from the world’s source.

This advantage is the reason why the Golden Empire could hold its ground for countless years against the innumerable demons in this world.

But with the Empire’s Lords and High Tier Mages trapped in the struggle against the Divine Spirit, the safety of the Empire was entirely in the hands of the Legion Warriors.

And Gilenis was among the elites of the Hundred Refinement Divine Blade in the Empire’s Legion Warriors.

This formidable warrior and wise Legion Commander, usually spreading the Emperor’s thoughts in a gentle and calm manner, but on the battlefield, was like a Bloodthirsty Dragon.

In every battle, he was at the forefront like the Dragon Descendant Wolfman Saha, with countless Low Tier Demons falling under his Heavy Hammer, and over a thousand Mid-tier Demons beheaded by this warrior, building pyres to intimidate demons.

High Tier Demons who died under Gilenis’s hand were already more than he could count on his fingers.

Therefore, the respect these Heroic Spirits had for Gilenis was due to his formidable strength and courage.

Yet Gilenis did not become arrogant due to these honors and his strength; he knew well that although these Empire warriors could inhabit the golems, if the golems were shattered again, it would consume the essence of their souls.

Without the protection and nurturing of the Giant Dragon Hall for their souls, after a few such cycles, these loyal warriors would be completely worn down, leaving not a trace in this world.

Thus, Gilenis’s respect for these warriors was as much as the respect they had for him.

On his steadfast face, a faint smile appeared, and he softly laughed, "Yes, I am still alive, because of the sacrifices of you brave warriors!"

"Why bother saying such nonsense to us,"

a golem said drily, yet emitting an aura of grandeur and joviality from this stone-like body.

"We have never feared this outcome, but it’s regrettable that we still cannot perceive our lord’s will; perhaps we will never see the Empire again. I just want to see what the Empire looks like now."

"I also wish to return to that Giant Dragon Hall towering atop the mountains, to share a hearty drink and peace with comrades of old!"

Upon hearing this, Gilenis fell into slight silence.

The long war had already dulled these warriors’ memories of the Empire, but deep in their minds, the memories of the Empire crystallized into the words ’beautiful’.

However, the current situation in this world is not optimistic; after sacrificing numerous Low Tier and Mid-tier Demons and a large number of High Tier Demons,

the world’s war has drawn the attention of a Great Demon, who has now traversed worlds and arrived.

Even Gilenis himself was uncertain about surviving in the upcoming war.

The words of these warrior spirits also made Gilenis feel a sting of heat in his eyes, so he quickly lifted his head, looking at the Black Dragon’s massive body, and softly said, "There will be a day when we will see the Empire again, as long as we persist, Gogomola’s promise never changes!"