Chapter 150: The Swords of the Legion and the Awakening of the Titans
Samael Morningstar, the Primordial Sovereign, raised his perfect, cold face toward the firmament illuminated by the Eternal Dawn. The immense holographic System list projected in the sky had purged the lower names, and now, the characters spanning from Rank 14 to Rank 9 shone with a burning, almost radioactive intensity, forcing the infantry disciples to squint in pain and awe.
"You have seen the shields and the tactics of our legion," Samael's voice swept across the Plaza of Origin, heavy and absolute, silencing the wind. "Now, prepare yourselves to see the swords that will sever the heads of imperial kings. From Rank 14 to Rank 9!"
Samael leaned forward on his Obsidian Throne, his violet and crimson eyes flashing.
"Step forward!" he ordered.
Six figures broke from the main formation. Each of them emanated an aura that distorted the space around them, a suffocating pressure that proved why they had survived the hell of the Purple Light Sect.
"Rank 14 to the front!" announced Vexia, her voice cutting like a scalpel. "Selene Morningstar!"
When Selene advanced, she did not walk; she seemed to glide over the jade marble like a mirage. The very wind of the plaza seemed to come to life just to play with her short, unusually vibrant pink hair. Unlike the tense military stiffness of her comrades, she moved with feline looseness, swaying with a hypnotic grace.
She possessed sharp, feline, and exotically attractive features. Her physique was a masterpiece of aerodynamic lethality, designed purely for speed, stealth, and muscular burst, without a single gram of dead weight to slow her down. Her chest was a perfect C Cup, full and proportioned, and her buttocks had an athletic and compact shape, in a pronounced "V" form. They were firm, muscular, and with an almost nonexistent fat percentage, tapering down to long, powerful legs. It was the ultimate body for a silent assassin and extreme archer.
As she advanced, Selene brazenly winked at the tense warriors in the front rows. But everyone in the clan knew the truth: she was immensely seductive, yes, but lethal. Those fools who dared to stare at her curves for too long, hypnotized by her figure, risked finding a wind arrow piercing their skulls before their brains could process the betrayal.
Samael turned to Selene, ignoring her charms and evaluating the soldier.
"Selene," the Patriarch said. "Thanks to your help and pinpoint accuracy, entire squads survived ambushes that should have been massacres. Your arrow stopped the Formation Deacon from an absurd distance, right before he could detonate the explosive charges. You have perfect sight, but you lack range and penetration power."
"The wind sometimes changes capriciously, my Lord," she said, kneeling humbly, though a small, playful smile remained on her lips.
"Then, stop depending on the wind," Samael ordered, his eyes shining with coldness. "Be the wind."
Vexia took a step forward to deliver the prizes.
"Your rewards: The High Heaven Grade Bow, the Zenith of the Cloud's Sigh. And the frictionless shooting martial arts: Arrow of Death's Whisper: Lethal Inhalation and Mirage of the Gale: Steps of the Fleeting Breeze."
A bow marvelously forged from Translucent Wind Crystal and Sky Silver appeared. Upon taking it, Selene felt the weapon silence all sound around her. The bow had no physical string, but a thread of liquid air. The techniques flooded her mind: Lethal Inhalation would allow her to shoot an intangible arrow that would travel through oxygen, materializing directly inside the enemy's lungs as they breathed; and the Steps of the Breeze, which would allow her to dissolve into five perfect afterimages while repositioning 200 meters away in the blink of an eye.
Selene's smile vanished, replaced by the icy stare of an apex predator.
"No one will hear my breathing, Patriarch," Selene swore, her voice sounding like a sharp breeze. "And when they inhale, the last thing they will feel will be my storm bursting in their chest."
[CLAN INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: Zenith Bow (High Heaven) + Zephyr Techniques.»
«Random Multiplier: x165.»
«System Reimbursement: [You have received: Eye of the Primordial Hurricane (Low Saint Grade Wind Material)] and [Codex: Assimilation of the Killer Breeze (Aura Concealment Technique)].»
"Moving to the next," Vexia said. "Rank 13, one step forward! Goran Morningstar!"
The ground rumbled. Goran did not walk; he marched like a siege golem. He looked literally carved from living rock. He wasn't exceptionally tall, but he was as wide as a vault door, with arms the thickness of centennial oak trunks. He had light brown hair, bronze-colored eyes, and tanned skin. Unlike the psychopaths and strategists of the clan, Goran was stoic, stubborn, and absolutely immovable.
"Goran," Samael spoke, looking at the man's splinted arm. "You held the line at the West Bridge against the main flow. Fifty Purple Light combat puppets crashed against your shield. Your shield shattered into a thousand pieces. Your arm snapped in three places. But the line never fell."
Goran struck his broad chest with his good fist. The sound that echoed in the plaza was literally like striking a massive steel anvil.
"My body is the first and last shield of the Clan, Patriarch," Goran said, his voice deep as an earthquake. "Flesh heals. Honor does not."
"Well said." Samael smiled slightly. "But starting today, I prefer your flesh and your tools to be as hard as your honor. Your rewards: The techniques The Wall of the Black Tortoise and Bronze Pulse Transfer."
The spheres of knowledge entered his mind, granting him the capacity to bury his defense into the ground to create an immovable dome connected to the earth's dragon veins, and the ability to absorb enemy damage to transfer it as pure kinetic energy to an ally's next strike.
Samael moved his hand. From the immense System Vault, he extracted a brutally heavy object. A massive rectangular shield (pavis), made of black mineralized keratin scales that seemed to absorb what little light touched them. The air around the shield froze instantly, emitting an icy blue mist.
"The Shield of the Northern Black Tortoise (High Heaven Grade)," Samael announced. "Forged with the scales of a beast from the frozen depths. It can withstand a direct hit from an Initial Saint Realm cultivator once a day without cracking, freezing the energy of the impact with its Absolute Zero Seal. Take it, and become the Insurmountable Wall of Morningstar."
Goran took the shield. It weighed half a ton of dead mass, but he lifted it and anchored it to his left arm as if it were a wooden feather. His bronze eyes shone with held-back tears of pure warrior pride.
"They may throw entire mountains at us, Sovereign," Goran swore. "They will break against this shell before grazing your shadow."
[CLAN INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: Black Tortoise Shield (Low Heaven) + Defensive Techniques.»
«Random Multiplier: x180.»
«System Reimbursement: [You have received: Heart of the Divine Abyssal Tortoise (Saint Grade Alchemical Material)] and [Passive Technique: Earth Gravity Skin].»
Samael slowly descended from his throne, floating in the empty air until he was at ground level before his troops. His Eye of Destiny scanned the next warrior.
"Rank 12, step forward!" Vexia shouted. "Ignis Morningstar!"
From the ranks emerged a young man of medium-tall height, wiry, with surprisingly delicate, almost effeminate facial features that contrasted grotesquely with the brutal and destructive nature he emanated. His hair was a blinding fire red, and his eyes burned with the same color. Ignis was explosive, an adrenaline junkie, and a sadist in combat who loved purifying his opponents with flames.
But at that moment, Ignis was slowly dying. Literally. Boiling steam escaped his mouth with every exhale, and his skin was so red and inflamed that it looked ready to burst. He barely took two steps before falling heavily to his knees, panting, the heat of his body melting the frost that Goran's shield had left on the ground.
"You are burning alive from the inside," Samael said, his voice cutting through the unbearable heat emanating from the boy.
"It's... it's the backlash of my technique, Patriarch..." Ignis gasped, clenching his teeth.
"It is not the technique," Samael corrected him sternly, his violet eyes scanning his meridians. "It is your own affinity. You were born with a body possessing Pure Yang Fire, a blessing from heaven, but you have been cultivating with fire techniques like a vulgar mortal. You are cheap firewood trying to contain a forest fire in your guts. If you keep this up, you won't die in battle; you will be a pile of ash in less than a year."
Ignis lowered his head, defeated, his sweat evaporating before it even touched the jade.
"I know, my Lord. But I'd rather burn until I'm consumed for the Clan, than extinguish in anonymity."
Samael looked at him, and then glanced up toward the highest peak of the newly formed floating mountains, where Great Elder Lilith resided.
"True fire does not extinguish, Ignis. It is refined," Samael said. "You need the guidance of the Phoenix."
Samael opened his mental inventory. He held a Solar Flame Herb (Upper Earth Grade), a highly valuable resource looted from the Purple Light Patriarch's secret chamber.
"Open your mouth," Samael ordered.
Ignis obeyed, trembling from heat spasms. Samael tossed the golden herb, which dissolved into a liquid of pure fire upon touching the youth's tongue.
"Swallow!"
GLUUP! Ignis swallowed the incandescent liquid. The biological effect was instantaneous and violent. His skin, previously inflamed and ready to burst, turned a bright golden color for a full second, then returned to a normal, pale human tone. The lethal steam stopped seeping from his pores. His eyes, previously bloodshot and boiling, now shone with a clean, stabilized orange flame under absolute control. The deadly cracks in his meridians had been sealed with purified liquid fire.
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: Solar Flame Herb (Earth Grade). Recipient: Disciple with Yang Fire Affinity (Stabilized).»
«Critical Reimbursement: x80.»
«You have received: [3x Tail Feathers of the Ancestral Phoenix (Saint Grade Material)].»
"Your base fire is stabilized for now," Samael said, satisfied with the Phoenix feathers that had just appeared in his ring. "But you need to learn to control it as a precision weapon. Go to the Phoenix Peak and present yourself to Great Elder Lilith. Tell her I sent you personally. She is the Ash Phoenix; she will teach you that fire can also heal and bring rebirth, not just reduce cities to rubble."
Samael raised his hand, and two orange spheres floated toward Ignis.
"And take this. The techniques White Sun Singularity and Solar Crown Mantle. An implosive attack that silently reduces matter to atomic ash, and a defense that vaporizes arrows before they graze your clothes."
Ignis touched his forehead to the ground, weeping tears of gratitude that no longer burned his face.
"Thank you, Sovereign! I will turn them into atomic dust! I promise not even the shadows of our enemies will remain!"
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: 2 Yang Fire Martial Arts.»
«Random Multiplier: x140.»
«System Reimbursement: [You have received: Bottled Purgatory Flame (Celestial Fire for forging)] and [Purifying Fire Lotus Pill].»
"Rank 11, one step!" Vexia continued.
Vorian Morningstar stepped forward. He was a man of slender, almost skeletal build, but with a noble and dignified posture. He had short black hair with gray tips, and his eyes were permanently blindfolded with a dark cloth, preferring to "see" the world through the shared sensory inputs of his beasts.
By his side, walking with lethal grace, was an immense Shadow Panther (Grade 3 Spiritual Beast), a creature of pure muscle, fangs, and darkness that growled menacingly at anyone who dared approach within three meters of its master. What amazed Samael wasn't the beast itself, but the fact that it wore no collar of any kind. There were no slavery runes carved into its skin, no spiritual chains.
Samael activated a flash of his Eye of Destiny. He clearly saw a beautiful, thick thread of Emerald Green light extending directly from Vorian's chest and connecting unbreakably to the huge panther's heart.
True Soul Bond, Samael thought, pleasantly surprised. Very rare. Extraordinarily rare in this era. This man doesn't enslave monsters to use them as shields; he spiritually fuses with them. A living encyclopedia of lethality.
"Vorian," Samael called him. "During the chaotic tactical retreat in the northern valley, you used your beasts to drag fifty of our wounded out of the enemy artillery zone. And you voluntarily sacrificed your own Grade 4 War Bear, sending it to certain death, just to cover the rearguard so your brothers could escape."
Vorian bowed his head, his hand gently stroking the Panther's head, which purred under his touch. His voice was raspy, but full of an eerie kindness.
"Beasts are loyal to their last breath, Patriarch. Men lie, betray for gold, and hesitate at the critical moment. My Bear died knowing he fulfilled his sacred duty to the pack. I trust my beasts' instinct far more than my own shadow."
"And because of that, the Legion trusts you blindly," Samael affirmed.
The Sovereign reached into his inventory. He pulled out a massive object that made the aggressive Shadow Panther cower against the ground, whimpering in instinctual fear and reverence all at once.
It was an immense Egg. The size of a human head, of a bright electric blue color, with thick veins on the shell that throbbed violently as if holding storms and lightning within.
"The Storm Griffon Egg (Grade 5)," Samael revealed, and a collective gasp swept through the plaza. Grade 5 beasts were equivalent to True Saints, monarch creatures capable of gaining human form or compressing their size. "I found it in the Purple Light Patriarch's Secret Vault. That scum was going to use it for biological fusion experiments. They were going to break the shell and drain it."
Samael approached and placed the heavy egg into Vorian's trembling arms.
"You will not break it, Vorian. You will raise it as your own. Incubate it. Tame it. And when this Monarch of the Storm breaks its shell and spreads its wings, I want you, and only you, to be the First Commander of our future Aerial Cavalry."
Vorian held the magical egg against his chest, weeping silently behind his blindfold. He could feel the furious beating of the beast's heart through the shell, rapidly syncing with his own.
But Samael wasn't finished with him.
"Your spiritual bond is astonishingly strong, but your physical body is weak. If this Griffon grows to its full potential, the Qi drain will kill you." Samael pulled out a small crystal vial containing a single, thick drop of ruby red liquid. "Pure and Diluted Dragon Blood. Give this to the egg right before it hatches. It will cause the Griffon to mutate and evolve drastically. And through your unbreakable soul bond, the dragon blood will physically strengthen you as well."
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: Griffon Egg (Grade 5) + Dragon Blood. Recipient: Tamer with Soul Bond.»
«Critical Reimbursement: x50.»
«You have received: [Manual "Beast God Sutra: Soul Fusion" (Saint Grade)].»
Samael nodded in pleasure at the notification. That manual would allow him to train an entire legion of deadly beast tamers in the future.
"And take these coordinated assassination techniques," Samael added, sending the lights toward Vorian. "Execution by a Thousand Hooks, which synchronizes the attacks of your entire pack against a single blind spot, and Bestial Shadow Substitution, to swap positions and escape fatal blows. Go, Vorian. Fill our sky with claws and wings."
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: 2 Bestial Synchronization Martial Arts.»
«Random Multiplier: x120.»
«System Reimbursement: [You have received: Chains of Spiritual Subjugation (High Heaven Artifact)] and [Alchemical Recipe: Bestial Blood Frenzy Pill].»
"Next! Rank 10, one step!" Vexia dictated.
Cassius Morningstar stepped forward. He was a tall, slender youth with an impeccably straight posture, like a pillar of an ancient temple. He had shiny dark green hair and apple-green eyes that always conveyed a deep, unsettling calm. His presence was completely clean, devoid of the copper smell and classic bloodlust that drenched the sect's other assassins.
Samael's Eye of Destiny had already analyzed him. Cassius's aura wasn't a simple column of power; it was an entire Forest. His destiny was intricately woven with the concepts of life, cellular growth, and inexhaustible endurance. He was a Wood Qi user of the highest purity. In a clan full of bloodthirsty assassins and destructive monsters, a true combat healer was, without a doubt, the most valuable human resource in existence.
"Cassius," Samael spoke, adopting a softer tone. "Unlike the rest, you didn't massacre as much. Your personal enemy head count is extremely low to be in Rank 10."
"Death is the easiest thing in the universe, Patriarch," Cassius answered in a velvety, melancholic voice, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the immense roots of the Stellar World Tree. "Any fool with a sword can destroy. Keeping life burning amidst the chaos of annihilation... that is the true challenge of a cultivator."
"And you accepted that challenge," Samael conceded. "You created gigantic, impenetrable root barriers at the front to halt the enemy cavalry. You healed and rebuilt the bodies of dozens of lesser members when they fell mortally wounded. You are the structural pillar holding up the roof so the others can fight without fear of dying."
Samael turned and raised his hand toward the colossal Stellar World Tree that completely dominated the Citadel's geography.
The immense Forest King seemed to sense the intention and respect of its Creator. A subtle tremor ran through its black trunk. One of its lowest and most massive branches gracefully shook, and a single leaf detached. It was as large as a warrior's shield, of a pure Imperial Violet color, crossed by intricate veins of pulsing Crimson Red.
The leaf floated down slowly, defying gravity, glowing with a biological light so powerful that the disciples within a ten-meter radius felt their oldest scars itch and completely fade from their skin.
Samael caught the gigantic leaf in the air with utmost delicacy.
"This is a pure Primordial Leaf from the World Tree," the Sovereign declared. "It contains within its cellular tissue the very life essence of the creation of our new Realm."
Samael walked over to Cassius and pressed the leaf against the shaft of the standard steel spear the youth carried.
"Do not keep it in a relic museum, healer. Fuse it into the core of your spear," Samael ordered. "With this biological blessing, your weapon will not only serve to kill; it will act as a parasitic conduit. It will be able to drain the life force and blood of your enemies to automatically heal your wounded allies in real-time. You will be immortal on the battlefield, and your people will be too, as long as there are enemies in front of you with blood to spill."
Cassius took the violet leaf. The millisecond his pale skin touched the plant's surface, his eyes erupted with an incandescent green light.
FWOOSH!
His immense Wood Qi resonated wildly with the Tree's Stellar Qi. Samael watched in fascination as the steel spear transformed. The primordial wood enveloped the metal. Yggdrasil, the Thorn of Rebirth (Low Saint Grade) was formed. The shaft looked like a dark branch with a violet circulatory system, and the crystal tip radiated an emerald green aura. Now, Cassius could execute Essence Drain when cutting an enemy, process that life, and emit it as a healing aura toward his army.
"As long as my feet touch the soil of this world, and this cursed spear thirsts, my Lord..." Cassius swore, his voice losing its softness and gaining a terrifying echo. "I swear to you by the indigo sky that no member of this clan will die in my presence."
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: World Tree Leaf (Valuable Personal Resource). Recipient: Perfect Wood Affinity (100% Synchronization).»
«Critical Reimbursement: x100.»
«You have received: [Seed of the Iron Forest God (Divine Defense/Siege Artifact)].»
Samael received the knowledge of the Seed with a voracious satisfaction. That seed, when planted, would turn the Citadel into an impenetrable fortress of living metallic thorns capable of shredding stellar dreadnoughts.
"And take these techniques of the Divine Parasite," Samael added, sending the spheres of light. "Primordial Root Thrust: The Impalement of Judgment, to empty the life of enemy kings in a second, and Forest of Jade Pillars: The Shield of Life, to intercept magical bombardments and turn their destructive energy into your own fuel. You are Rank 10, Cassius. You are the sacred gate protecting my elite. Let no one ever pass your guard."
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: 2 Wood/Drain Martial Arts.»
«Random Multiplier: x190.»
«System Reimbursement: [You have received: Sap of the Tree of Eternal Life (Supreme Healing Material)] and [Minor Forest Resurrection Formation Scroll].»
"And lastly in this round!" Vexia exclaimed. "Rank 9, one step! Magnus Morningstar!"
Magnus's arrival eclipsed all others in sheer physical presence. He was a titanic colossus over two meters tall, with shoulders so broad and musculature so absurdly bulging and dense that his gray tunic looked ready to tear at the seams with every breath. His hair was curly, short, and brown, and his light brown eyes reflected a brutal, loud, and direct honesty.
At first glance, the outside world would classify Magnus as the typical, stupid "muscle without brains," a brute designed only to take hits. But it was a deceptive facade; Magnus was a tactical genius in close-quarters melee combat. He simply preferred to solve tactical problems by demolishing skulls with his fists because it was mathematically faster and more efficient. If Korg liked to relaxingly burn things, Magnus was fascinated by demolishing walls and crushing bones while roaring with laughter.
When Samael's Eye of Destiny scanned him, he saw that Magnus's aura wasn't made of bright colors, but an impenetrable and suffocating Metallic Gray. But there was something much deeper: beneath his human skin, Magnus's very bones glowed with a silver light.
"Magnus," Samael boomed. "Your report states that you, single-handedly, blocked the titanium main door of the Pill Warehouse so the rest could loot in peace. You took point-blank hits from three Stage 7 Transcendent Grade enemy puppets. You survived the direct impact of three assassins who outclassed your realm by five stages, and you didn't yield a single inch of ground."
"My human skin broke and bled like a pig, Patriarch!" Magnus replied with a deep voice that sounded like boulders crashing in an avalanche, laughing at his own wound. "But my bones withstood the punishment! They did not pass!"
"Your bones held because you possess a dormant legendary constitution: The Vajra Bone Body," Samael revealed, astonishing the elite. "But your physique is unbalanced. Your mortal skin is ridiculously soft and pathetic compared to the hardness of your bones."
Samael reached into the void and extracted a small, heavy flask of reinforced black crystal.
"The Fallen Star Mercury (Upper Earth Grade Material)," the Sovereign explained. "It is a purified liquid metal, extracted from the core of a crushing meteorite. It is biologically toxic and lethal to any normal mortal or cultivator. It would melt your organs in seconds."
Samael tossed the flask to him without warning. Magnus caught it mid-air with his massive hand.
"Drink it," Samael ordered relentlessly. "If your constitution survives the assimilation of the cosmic poison, your skeleton will fuse with the metal, and your bones and skin will literally be as unbreakable as the blade of a Heaven Grade weapon."
Magnus uncorked the crystal flask. The silver liquid inside bubbled furiously, emitting a toxic vapor. The colossus didn't hesitate for a single microsecond. He raised the flask, threw his head back, and downed the spatial toxin in a single, massive gulp.
The entire plaza maintained a sepulchral silence.
For two seconds, nothing happened. At the third second, Magnus's eyes flew wide open, the veins on his neck and face swelled until they looked like steel cables, and erupted in a metallic, silver-black color.
"AAAARGH!" Magnus's roar of agony literally shook the jade waterfalls of the plaza.
Magnus fell to his knees, smashing his immense fists into the ground, shattering the magical marble into craters. His entire body convulsed brutally. The sound coming from inside him wasn't bones breaking, but of gigantic industrial steel beams twisting and melting under extreme heat. He began to drool a boiling, silver vapor, while his skin darkened and gained a hard, unnatural sheen.
The pain was inhuman, but halfway through the process, Magnus's scream of agony grotesquely mutated into a hoarse, sadistic, and triumphant burst of laughter as he felt the infinite energy of cosmic gravity couple with his indestructible skeleton.
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: Star Mercury (Upper Earth Grade). Recipient: Extreme Physical Body User (Vajra Body).»
«Critical Probability: HIGH.»
«Critical Reimbursement x200!»
«You have received: [Manual "Indestructible Body of the War God" (Saint Grade - Complete)].»
Samael smiled upon receiving the manual. He had just secured the recipe to create armies of immortal titans.
"You are now a living fortress, Magnus," Samael said, throwing a pair of immense matte black metal hydraulic mechanical gauntlets with veins of molten gold onto the ground in front of the convulsing giant. "Take the Low Saint Grade weapon: The Vajra-Annihilator Gauntlets: The Pillars of the End. And assimilate the Titan's arts: Execution of the Broken World: The Hammer of God and Eternal Mountain Stance: The Vajra Shield. Absorb the force of the heavens, become the gravitational singularity, and return the end of the world to them with your fists."
Magnus slowly stood up, the metallic vapor dissipating, his brown eyes shining with the weight of asteroids. He smashed the gigantic hydraulic gauntlets together, and a deafening sonic boom swept across the plaza, knocking several rearguard disciples to the ground from the sheer shockwave.
"I will throw myself headfirst against their main shields, my Lord!" Magnus roared, laughing maniacally. "I promise I will crush their cities with so much force that the enemy empires will have to draw new lakes and craters on their stupid maps!"
[INVESTMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
«Investment: Vajra-Annihilator Gauntlets (Low Saint Grade) + 2 Heavy Brawler/Titan Techniques.»
«Random Multiplier: x200 (Maximum Limit of the Absolute Probability Threshold reached due to extreme physical affinity).»
«System Reimbursement: [You have received: Intact Skeleton of a Fallen Gravity Titan (High Saint Grade Forging Material - Useful for creating Divine Siege Golems)] and [Crystal of Extreme Gravity Law].»
Samael clenched his fists, his imperial greed momentarily sated. His dimensional inventory now overflowed with resources capable of altering the balance of entire continents.
In the immense Plaza of Origin, the lower-ranking disciples, the standard infantry, looked at these six chosen ones (Selene, Goran, Ignis, Vorian, Cassius, Magnus) with reverential terror. They no longer saw them as simple humans or brothers-in-arms; they perceived them as walking, personified natural disasters. The intangible Lethal Wind, the Unbreakable Wall of scales, the Purifying Sun burning from within, the Lord of the Monster Horde, the immortal Bloody Tree, and the indestructible Asteroid of Flesh.
Samael raised his hand, clad in the Void Armor, temporarily extinguishing the radiant light of the reward formation floating in the air.
"You have witnessed the coronation of the titans and the advanced tactics of our legion," Samael announced, and the tricolor halo of the Crown of the Primordial Sovereign pulsed strongly behind him, casting its shadow over the world. "You have seen how we forge those who break enemy walls."
The Patriarch stood up on the throne, and his gaze descended relentlessly toward the final block of warriors waiting patiently.
"But the ceremony is not yet over, and the dawn sky demands more glory," Samael declared, his voice dropping to a dark whisper that was heard by all. "Final Ranks... to the front!"