Chapter 108: Chapter 98: No Kneeling Allowed!

The night was murky.

The steel fortress rose into the thin blood mist.

Soon after, dozens of glowing drones fluttered their wings, crowding around the Ark War Chariot, like stars descending to the mortal realm.

The warriors left on the ground stared in awe.

"I wish I could ride in a war chariot that flies into the sky. If only I’d gotten injured..."

A decurion sighed regretfully; all the Sun Warriors present were young men, utterly captivated by that alluring giant machine.

They had personally witnessed the terrifying power of the Lionheart Knight, but even such a fearsome enemy couldn’t withstand a single barrage from the Shattered Star!

The mere thought of it was exhilarating!

At this moment, every heart was filled with an intense longing.

"Those guys lightly injured really caught a break!"

Another decurion chimed in, "The Lord values the wounded so much, maybe he’ll let them touch the light cannon’s device..."

"Looks like you guys need some discipline!"

Jay, the leader, suddenly said irritably, "Who else envies their injured comrades? I can give you a good kick right now!"

Even he, the mighty Sun Legion Commander, hadn’t boarded the war chariot, yet these decurions were thinking about it first.

Want to fire the cannon yourself?

Wishful thinking!

The other warriors burst into laughter, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed after the battle.

Since arriving at the Eastern Border, the eerie mist, the mad beasts, and the plight of the civilians weighed on the warriors’ hearts, but now this worry had vanished.

But those cannon shots lighting up the sky rekindled everyone’s confidence!

Before the Lord... the Lionheart Knight devouring the Western Border wasn’t as terrible as imagined.

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Yet on the other side, the condition of the injured wasn’t as good as the warriors imagined.

Glen felt his soul descending,

The centurion opened his eyes in a daze, the overwhelming scent of blood filling his nostrils, greeted by a boundless blood-red wilderness.

Glen was somewhat bewildered.

In his memory, the heavy sword of the Lionheart Knight struck directly on his chest, and it was at that moment that his consciousness plunged into darkness.

The endless blood mist seemed to transform into countless crimson blood hands, pulling at the centurion’s consciousness, dragging Glen’s soul into an infinite abyss.

Am I... dead?

Glen swallowed hard, forcefully suppressing the unease from deep within, scanning the grotesque scene before him.

This blood-red wilderness somewhat resembled the central plains of the Kingdom’s Western Border, where Glen had roamed with his father in his youth, leaving a deep impression.

But this was clearly not the present world.

Because at the edge of his vision, Glen saw a giant blood cord touching the earth, throbbing, writhing, licking the land, its root emanating from a terrifying ’sky’.

Merely a glance made Glen’s face contort in pain, half-kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

Like staring at the sun would blind one’s eyes, to gaze upon the Celestial Calamity’s form directly infused the young man’s soul with punishment!

An insatiable abyss gazed greedily at the earth, and Glen felt as if every piece of flesh in his body possessed self-awareness, intending to split away and merge into the great abyss!

And just then, a layer of faint golden flame suddenly burned on the surface of the young man’s body, calming his flesh back down to stillness.

Glen breathed heavily, not daring to keep looking up, shifting his gaze to the sides.

Like himself, countless hunched figures littered the surface of the wilderness, innumerable finer cords branched from the giant cord, plunging into the chest of the soul spirits like tendrils.

The soul spirits knelt on the ground, using their bodies to pull at the cords in the depths of the sky, dragging them bit by bit towards the land wilderness they occupied.

The surrounding scene was simply horrifying!

So... this is how Hell looks...

The souls of those who betrayed the Lionheart glory would descend here, suffering eternal torment...

Glen had naturally heard of the images described by the nobles, yet his heart didn’t feel much despair or regret right now, just a slight tinge of remorse.

"Sorry, Roland, I let you down..."

Glen murmured, a wry smile appearing on his face.

In this blood-drenched world, he watched a blood cord drift toward him like a maggot on a bone, the embedded blood-red eyes still rolling around.

The centurion sighed, closing his eyes, but the next instant, the cord emitted a sharp screech.

Glen opened his eyes in astonishment, seeing a golden armored apparition appear on the surface of his body, flaming in a glorious blaze, burning the cord to dust!

Sun Armor, Effect 2: Continues to stabilize the mental state of the wearer, resisting a certain level of mental pollution!

The armor’s effect still remains? Am I dead or not?

Glen suddenly became clear-headed, re-examining the world around him, with thoughts rapidly circulating.

If I’m not dead...

Glen attempted to recite a Sun Praise Script, immediately sensing that familiar tug!

He could still return to the Lord’s mine!

The young centurion felt a surge of certainty.