Chapter 1293 - 583: I Am His Chosen One

Chapter 1293: Chapter 583: I Am His Chosen One

Really?

Is this real?

Is this another illusion?

Is this...

"What you feel is not an illusion, not a desecration mimicry."

Herbert paused for a moment, waiting for them to digest the shocking news, and then slowly said:

"I, Herbert."

"To you, I am His Contractor, His chosen Divine Favorer, His only Saint in the Mortal Realm."

"I am His ally, His choice."

["And also my only companion~"] Nenasha leisurely added in Herbert’s mind.

Herbert chuckled lightly in his heart but did not include this sentence in the words relayed to the Heroic Spirits.

Although it is the truth, it is unnecessary to tell them now.

Herbert does not need the identity of "Divine Companion" to make them think unnecessary thoughts.

He doesn’t need to rely on this identity to control the Heroic Spirit Legion.

The reason for telling them the truth is merely to elucidate the facts.

"Contractor..."

The Legion Commander repeated these two words, with Soul Fire locking tightly onto Herbert.

The power surrounding Herbert, the aura that resonates with the entire Divine Kingdom’s remnants, cannot be faked.

It can only be the aura emitted by those deeply connected to the essence of the Lord, even bearing a part of its essence.

Herbert slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a tiny light orb, as if woven from the deepest night and the most magnificent dream, quietly appeared.

The light orb slowly rotated, exuding a reassuring power.

Realm of Dreams.

With the appearance of this light orb, the chaotic thoughts in the Legion Commander’s mind exploded suddenly.

Evidence!

This is irrefutable evidence!

This white-haired boy, whom he once considered to be the "Apostle of Calamity," the "Desecrator," truly has an unimaginably deep connection with the Divine they’ve awaited for thousands of years!

The Lord is indeed still present.

Their wait for thousands of years was not in vain!

The initial, overwhelming joy washed over the soul of the Legion Commander like a tsunami.

!!!

The soul fire, which was almost extinguished, instantly burst into blinding light.

"Lord!!"

He could feel, far behind him, the soul fluctuations of those surviving Heroic Spirits also reached their peak at this moment, a frenzy of reignited hope.

They were excited, joyful, they shed tears.

However, the wave of joy in the Legion Commander’s heart came fiercely, and left abruptly.

Like a string pulled to its limit, producing its highest note, and then suddenly breaking.

Bang!

The wave of joy quickly retreated, revealing deeper, darker emotions buried under thousands of years of time—

The despair of countless comrades disappearing before their eyes, the loneliness of facing the long misty night alone, the pain of rationality repeatedly being pulled to the brink of madness, the torment of faith being eroded by doubt.

They persevered.

They achieved the desired result.

But it doesn’t mean these pains disappeared.

They still exist and will never go away.

All these compressed, suppressed negative emotions were, at this moment, completely triggered by the "truth"!

"Ha..."

A low laugh, as if squeezed from the deepest part of the soul, emerged from the Legion Commander’s face mask.

This laughter started small, then grew louder and louder, eventually turning into heart-rending, grief-filled, and frenzied laughter!

"Hahaha... hahahaha!!!"

He laughed so hard his body trembled, his Spirit Body twisted, the soul fire that had just stabilized once again flickered wildly, ice blue and dark red interwove, even more chaotic than before losing control!

"Contractor?! Ally?! Choice?! Hahaha..."

He abruptly stopped laughing, his helmet turned towards Herbert, fiery eyes emitting unspeakable anger and pain.

"In other words!!!"

"Our Lord... He already found hope for return!"

"And you, you already had this power, this proof!"

His voice rose sharply, turning into a thunderous roar, shaking the entire ruins.

"Then what about us?! Why didn’t you tell us?"

"Do you think we would betray?"

The Legion Commander roared in anger, staring at the serene-faced Divine Favorer before him.

You’ve long appeared before us, why not tell us the truth?

Are you... doubting our loyalty?

Even though we’ve given everything, are we still not trusted?

The anger towards the Divine Favorer favored by the Divine is also the anger towards the Divine doubting their loyalty.

"What do these thousands of years mean?! Just a farce?"

He reached out his trembling fingers, not pointing at Herbert, but fiercely pointing to the surrounding ruins, to the traces left by comrades who vanished over history.

"Those comrades who went completely mad in the wait and ultimately dissipated themselves!"

"Their sacrifices! Their suffering! Their obsession with calling out the Lord’s name until the last moment!"

"This—all—!"

He was almost shouting, each word heavy with blood and tears.

"Isn’t it enough to prove our loyalty?!!"

The Legion Commander was engulfed by immense anger and humiliation.

He felt that he and the entire Heroic Spirit Legion’s thousands of years of suffering seemed like a massive joke.

They were like clowns kept in the dark, performing a tragedy named "loyalty" in an empty theater to an audience that did not exist.

They were people in the play, immersed in the drama, while the audience below did not believe.

They were merely moved by themselves.

"Why!!?"

The Legion Commander’s questioning, like bolts of thunder, struck the silent night sky.

This isn’t just a query to the biased Divine; it’s the most anguished accusation against "Destiny" itself.

The anger was not against Herbert himself, nor even against Nenasha.

But against this entire cruel "arrangement" that seemed to take pleasure in toying with them!

He stared unwaveringly at Herbert, that gaze seemingly wanting to pierce through his body and see the truth behind that so-called "Destiny."

"Answer me!"

"Our loyalty, our thousands of years of suffering, in your eyes... what does it count for?!!"

Sound waves rolled, echoing above the ruins, carrying a kind of tragic heroism and a sorrowful resoluteness.

This thousands-year guard, is it merely a meaningless self-movement?

In the distance, the Heroic Spirit Legion did not know the Legion Commander’s questioning; they could only feel the anger and sadness coming from him.

This sudden emotional change puzzled them, not understanding why the Legion Commander would become so painful at this moment.

"Legion Commander, why are you in such pain? You..."

Only Julia vaguely guessed something, worrying as she clenched her fists.

And above the ruins, the Legion Commander’s gaze locked firmly on Herbert.

Waiting for his answer.

Waiting for an answer that could soothe the thousand-year wound, could give real meaning to this long suffering...

"You misunderstood one thing."

Herbert sighed softly, saying in a gentle voice: "I have never wanted to use this identity to make you kneel before me."

"Telling you these things is just a formal self-introduction."

He shook his head, looking at the still angry Legion Commander, and slowly said:

"Moreover... the reason why I tell you the truth now is not due to distrust."

"He certainly trusts the loyal Warriors waiting for His return, willing to believe them unconditionally, but with the premise— that their minds have not been influenced by others."

!!!

The Legion Commander’s sorrowful expression changed, suddenly feeling a strong fear spreading from deep within his soul.

Influenced? By whom?

"Haven’t you noticed?"

Herbert looked at the confused Legion Commander, his eyes carrying a hint of mercy, and softly said: "Your obsession with ’Destiny’..."

"Is it truly your own thought?"

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