Chapter 1291 - 582: I Can Give You the Answer

Chapter 1291: Chapter 582: I Can Give You the Answer

"...Hmm?"

Valentina tilted her massive head, seemingly trying to comprehend the question.

Why, what for?

Julia gazed into the other’s eyes and added, "You clearly possess the power to easily destroy us, why then set up these challenges?"

"You, Elda, no, that person... Herbert, what exactly does he want?"

She fixed her eyes on the Giant Dragon’s vertical pupils, attempting to glean an answer from them.

What is his real intention in deliberately setting up such tests?

At this moment, Julia was tentatively questioning, not really expecting Valentina to answer.

Yet, surprisingly, after blinking, Valentina seemed to recall something, understandingly uttering an "Oh."

"Oh? You’ve finally asked that?"

Valentina shook her head, displayed a self-declared clever smile, and said proudly, "Herbert said before, if you asked this, then I’m to counter-question you all—"

The Giant Dragon didn’t lower her voice intentionally, yet the sound from her vast body was still akin to thundering strikes, possessing a force that hit the soul.

She observed the many Heroic Spirits before her and recounted Herbert’s words:

"You all, instead of inquiring my thoughts, perhaps should reflect on yourselves—what is it you truly desire?"

"Are you yearning for a grand finale, to end this bitter thousand-year wait, and ultimately conclude after becoming generous heroes willing to die?"

"Or are you waiting for that one to return? Just like your endless wait over these millennia."

Julia had never seen Herbert in person, but she was able to imagine him standing before her through the sarcastic words the Giant Dragon recounted.

Arrogant, yet his words conveyed a sense of kindness.

Aloof, yet bizarrely, there was an experienced sense of approachable concern.

"What is it that you live for?"

The enemy that Julia regarded as the "origin of corruption" was seriously interrogating their innermost thoughts.

"Is it the belief to resist dying for nothing? Or the steadfast faith in Him? Or the anger at this damned destiny?"

"In the past, you died for faith, but now, why do you live?"

The Giant Dragon lowered her eyes, observing the Heroic Spirits with varied expressions, and slowly shook her head.

"Think well about it."

"Rather than caring if others are fallen and corrupt, this is the only issue you need to ponder now."

Valentina finished speaking and no longer bothered with them, laying down on her own and even silently closing her eyes, seemingly unwilling to speak further.

But in reality?

In reality... Valentina wasn’t sure what to say next.

Herbert had told her all there was to say. If they had questions, what was she supposed to say?

Having just put on a demeanor of profundity, Valentina suddenly felt she mustn’t speak recklessly anymore.

There’s a burden of having an idol image!

"Until Herbert gives me the ’signal,’ I can’t say more."

"Saying more will reveal my pretense!"

Valentina thought silently with closed eyes, finally deciding hesitantly but firmly.

"Hmm, won’t speak, act like an expert."

As long as I say nothing, I certainly won’t say the wrong thing!

And unbeknownst to Valentina, at this moment, even if she didn’t actively feign death, no one would speak to her.

"..."

Julia and all the Heroic Spirits behind her who heard Herbert’s question now fell into immense confusion and contemplation.

What do we truly want?

Had they not thought over this question in the lengthy era of thousands of years?

They had pondered.

And not just once, but countless times.

The thousand-year wait at first was for glory and loyalty.

They were aggrieved by the collapse of the Divine Kingdom, unwilling to meet the bleak end.

But later, it gradually turned into obsession and suffering.

Waiting appears endless.

No signs of the Divine returning, none at all.

Later on... perhaps only inertia remained.

Even if the end isn’t visible, what else could be done?

Having waited thus far, if they gave up now, would that render all past waiting futile?

The longer they dragged it on, the less courage remained to voluntarily abandon.

Eventually, they desired release but lacked the courage to propose it.

Then, the Heroic Spirits began yearning for a war, an all-out massacre.

Though already long dead, they fervently desired a second death.

"A grand finale..." Julia pondered over this term internally.

Yes, many among them, perhaps including herself, had secretly wished for such a battle.

At the end of eternal waiting, using enemy blood and their own obliteration to prove their significance, seeking a fierce and noble liberation from these torturous endless years.

To die...

It sounds tragic, but is it really what they want?

No one knows the answer.

At least they themselves couldn’t say for sure.

And another, waiting for the Divine to return... Would He really return?

They were once absolutely certain, believing the Divine would eventually come back.

But now, they could no longer firmly assert that such a future was bound to happen.

Then again, what if the Divine had already returned, but no longer needed them, so didn’t come to see them?

Or perhaps their waiting was misdirected from the start?

These thoughts tormented the Heroic Spirits.

Belief? Faith? Anger?

Which one is the true core that has sustained their Spirit Bodies, preventing them from completely dissipating?

No one could immediately provide an answer.

But the question itself, like a stone cast into the Dead Water Pool, created ripples of confusion in the hearts of all the Heroic Spirits.

On the path leading to Elda, atop the ruins of the fortress, on these two battlefields, a profound silence now descended.

The Legion Commander and the members he had gathered were all quietly pondering.

Herbert’s arrangements were methodically guiding these lost Heroic Spirits towards a future he had long prepared for them, different from destruction and decay.

As night deepened, moonlight draped its cold light over this stagnant battlefield, illuminating a group of souls lost for thousands of years.

Awaiting the moment they awaken from their long nightmare.

"Legion Commander..."

Julia, in her contemplation, instinctively turned her head, attempting to look at the fortress that had stood guard for countless ages, silently thinking.

"If it’s you, you’d be able to figure it out, wouldn’t you?"

She deeply trusted the elder who had led them for thousands of years, believing he would not be bewildered.

"How would you think about it?"

...

Atop the ruins of the legion fortress.

"Why..."

The Evil Spirit Knight, riding his skeletal steed, emerged from his chaotic state and bowed his head deeply.

Upon awakening, he did not continue to press the young man before him but questioned his own heart repeatedly.

After a long contemplation, he finally raised his head.

The Legion Commander, his gaze revealing deep exhaustion, looked powerlessly towards the sky, sighing dazedly.

"I don’t know..."

With a weak sigh, the spine that had stood straight for countless years suddenly bent.

He was no longer the towering powerhouse in the eyes of the Heroic Spirit Legion, but resembled an old man on the brink of demise, emanating an air of decay.

The answer?

How could he arrive at the answer?

Not just him, no one else could.

In this world, no one is qualified to provide an answer...

"Do you want to know the answer?"

A calm and natural inquiry interrupted all thoughts in the Legion Commander’s mind.

"What did you say?"

At this moment, the Legion Commander didn’t even feel anger, only bewilderment.

He stared dumbly at the white-haired youth astride the Centaur, watching as the boy nodded and smiled at him.

Can you give me the answer?

What makes you qualified to give me the answer?

Though he hadn’t spoken, he saw Herbert nodding towards him.

"Yes."

"I am qualified."

Herbert looked at the Legion Commander, his tone surprisingly gentle towards the male, speaking softly:

"Or perhaps... I am the only one in this world qualified to provide an answer to you all."

He smiled at the Legion Commander full of doubt in his eyes, saying:

"If the identity of the Sun Lord Saint isn’t qualified, then... would another one be?"

Herbert raised his hand, lightly pointing in the direction of the Legion Commander.

Hmm?

The Legion Commander was perplexed, not understanding what the boy meant.

The next moment, the fog enveloping him seemed manipulated—vanishing instantly!

!!!

Stunned, he heard the youth speaking softly with complexity.

"This identity?"

"Is it qualified?"

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