'Son of Iaos! Brave forward!'
He enjoys tournaments, but rarely fights himself.
At this moment, he mastered a hundred martial arts, the will of the former king fully revived within him, also granting him those ancient and effective combat experiences.
He carved a bloody path, spanning half the battlefield.
Passing by the Axe Guard who had fought madly, crossing the phalanx of the River Valley Army, stepping over fallen stags, appearing in the eyes of the Oak elite troops, and now he reached here.
Finally, he arrived a hundred meters away from the banner of All Gods.
Under the holy banner, hundreds of Holy Chant nuns silently watched him, vivid like phantoms of the Netherworld in the mortal world.
They wore simple clothes, always chanting melodious and ethereal songs.
Those overwhelming divine powers pressed down on him, like invisible giant hands squeezing him.
But he wore resistant armor, his soul also protected inside the armor.
