Chapter 1292 - 583: I Am Chosen by Him

Chapter 1292: Chapter 583: I Am Chosen by Him

Above the ruins of the fortress, the moonlight was cold and clear.

The dark red Soul Fire in the eyes of the skeletal warhorse had extinguished, the massive skeleton lost its support and collapsed to the ground with a clatter, turning into a pile of spiritless bones.

The Legion Commander stood among the bones, his tall figure stooped.

The dark giant sword that had accompanied him through countless battles now seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, the tip weakly drooping to the ground, leaving a shallow mark on the scorched earth.

The Soul Fire beneath his helmet was no longer raging, nor cold, leaving only a dimness close to deathly silence, like a dying candle in the wind, ready to extinguish completely at any moment.

Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of perseverance, the "Destiny" that supported him was mercilessly punctured, his "revenge" seemed laughable, and even the "regret" and "discontent" that supported his existence were on the verge of collapse.

Empty.

Everything was empty.

What filled his weary soul was endless void and exhaustion.

"What..."

He mumbled to himself, his voice hoarse like an old bellows, staring blankly at the young man before him, seemingly divine.

What did he feel?

This power...

"How could you do this?"

"This is impossible!"

This is the Divine Kingdom of my Lord, only those acknowledged by Him can wield this power.

Yet he is an outsider! A Desecrator!

How could he master this power?

"You..."

Suddenly, the Legion Commander froze, considering a possibility.

"Who are you?"

He seemed to be asking Herbert, yet it was also as if he was questioning the damaged statue he had watched over in silence for countless years.

"..."

Herbert gazed at him quietly, his eyes devoid of past mockery and mercy, replaced by a profound understanding that seemed to carry the weight of ages.

He gently patted Sofia’s neck; Miss Centaur understood, elegantly bending her knee, and after letting him off, she steadily stepped back a few paces, leaving space for the two.

"Who do you think I am?"

"A Desecrator? An invader? Or... something else?"

Herbert spoke, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the deathly silence.

"The truth, can you truly not guess?"

"Is it you can’t guess, or is it you don’t want to believe?"

The Legion Commander shook violently, the dim Soul Fire fiercely flickered for a moment.

At the instant this thought occurred to him, a sudden change arose!

The moonlit glow flowing off Herbert and the remnants of the presence of the Master of the Sun from the dusk battle quickly receded like a tide.

In its place, a completely different light began to emanate from deep within him.

It was not a burning light, but more like a starry glow flowing through a silent eternal night, carrying a chill, yet brimming with boundless vitality.

It was not pure brightness, nor deep darkness, more like a glimmer on the edge of a hazy dream, gentle, yet reaching into the deepest part of the soul.

At the moment this light appeared, the entire ruined fortress... no, the entire outskirts of the Mist Mountain Range responded.

The land transformed from this shattered Divine Kingdom seemed to emit a low, joyous hum!

Floating above the mountains, the chaotic magic power that isolated the restricted area suddenly calmed down.

The dense fog began trembling, as if silently wailing.

"This, this is..."

Julia, though far at the final pass toward Elda, alongside all the Heroic Spirits behind her, instinctively turned toward the fortress.

The half-grim, skeletal visage even showed a tremor close to weeping.

An indescribable sensation, like warm seawater, silently washed over the spirit body of every Heroic Spirit in the mountain’s periphery.

That was... the feeling of home.

It was like a lonely boat that had drifted for countless ages, finally seeing the trembling of lights on the other shore.

It was an aura imprinted on their soul’s core, almost worn away by time, yet at this moment incomparably clear and strong!

That was, the aura of the Divine.

And at the fortress ruins, directly facing this aura, the Legion Commander was struck as if by lightning!

His massive body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the giant sword clattered to the ground.

He reached out with his armor-covered hands, seemingly wanting to grasp this ethereal yet undeniably real aura, though his fingertips trembled incessantly.

"My Lord..."

He murmured dreamily, the Soul Fire burning with unprecedented intensity, not with rage, but with extreme shock and... unbelievable hope.

At this moment, Herbert’s voice echoed directly within the Legion Commander’s heart.

"He never forgot."

It wasn’t just the Legion Commander who heard Herbert’s whisper; all members of the Heroic Spirit Legion, including Julia, also heard it.

The voice, as gentle as the softest whisper yet as solemn as a proclamation, resounded directly in every Heroic Spirit’s soul, undeniable, irresistible.

"He never abandoned you."

"His gaze has always watched over you, knowing your every struggle, every perseverance, every whisper on the edge of madness."

"It’s not that He doesn’t wish to return, but that He cannot—the Divine Kingdom shattered, His name stolen, His power scattered, He Himself... sealed in eternal silence and oblivion."

Each word was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of Heroic Spirits forged over millennia.

Is it truly our Lord?

Has He really been watching over us all this time?

They trembled with excitement, their Soul Cores nearly cracking from their intense emotions.

Yet amid the excitement, unease also lingered in their hearts.