Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 253 Back, everyone is back
However, most of the time, in the eyes of outsiders, the chosen champions of the God of Courage are often seen as having fought in countless battles and appearing invincible. But few people know that, as the chosen champions of the God of Courage, their greatest skill is not the battle itself.

Rather, it's about how to choose the right enemy.

Enemies that are too strong are definitely not a good idea, since you really can't beat them, and rushing in recklessly will only result in losing your life. Enemies that are too weak are also not a good idea, as they don't offer much experience or loot, and fighting them is just a waste of time.

The enemy must be strong enough that there are sufficient gains to be made in the fight, but it cannot be so strong that you are completely unable to defeat them and that you will lose your life in an instant.

“Directly confronting the God of Destruction is certainly unwise, but continuing to fight that ancient serpent... doesn’t seem to make any sense either.”

After a brief assessment, the chosen champions were still somewhat undecided. In the current situation, it seemed inappropriate for them to fight anyone. So, after a moment of thought, they decided to wait and see, since there was still some time before the actual battle began.

However, just as they were about to continue observing, a voice resounded in their hearts.

"Help whoever is weak."

The voice was extremely brief, almost like a nameless thought that had just crossed their minds, but upon noticing it, the chosen champions immediately became solemn.

Simply because there is only one voice that can resonate in their hearts.

That is, the god of courage himself.

"This is... an oracle!"

Feeling the message conveyed by the voice in their hearts, these chosen champions were all stunned.

Which side is weaker in the war? Of course, the local natives are weaker. The God of Destruction doesn't even need to intervene personally; his demon army alone is enough to destroy everything on this planet.

But now, the god of courage they worship has explicitly told them to support these local natives.

"why is that?"

These chosen champions were completely baffled.

However, the god of courage had no intention of explaining to them. All that echoed in their minds was a simple command—accompanying this command was a message that a legion commander would soon be sent to lead them and organize a battle group on the spot.

"So formal?"

Feeling the divine oracle resounding in their hearts, these chosen champions became increasingly confused. They knew that whether or not a legion commander was sent was a different matter entirely—if it was just them participating in the war, that would be quite common, since the chosen ones of the God of Courage were always happy to participate in any war, regardless of who the warring parties were.

But sending a legion commander is a completely different matter; it basically means that the god of courage will directly intervene in the battle.

The God of Courage directly entered the fray, while the God of Destruction took the lead. These two powerful deities, who reigned supreme in the cosmos, were actually going to use this planet as their battlefield—this fact was truly astonishing.

However, before they could figure out what was going on, a large, fiery red star fell from the sky.

A massive, blazing star streaked across the sky and then crashed down in front of them, shattering the earth and creating a huge crater with countless cracks.

But what emanated from the center of that giant pit was not the scorching heat of flames, but an unprecedented chilling cold.

Immediately afterwards, a tall humanoid figure clad in heavy armor stood up from the giant pit.

These chosen champions were all burly and strong, but the figure in helmet and armor was two heads taller than them. One spear after another hung on the back of that figure, like a pair of wings pointing straight to the sky.

This iconic figure made the chosen champions vaguely think of a name. There were quite a few warriors under the God of Courage who were skilled in using unorthodox weapons like javelins, but there was only one warrior who used only javelins—legend has it that this warrior came from some unnamed, barbaric planet, and his skills were more about hunting techniques than battle achievements. His terrifying, bloodthirsty demeanor made him the most feared among the chosen ones of the God of Courage.

The spear of courage, the beast hunter, the god slayer, the blood drinker, the ripper, the decapitator, the humanoid behemoth, the storm of death... In the sea of ​​stars, this warrior has earned many titles.

But what is most memorable is his name.

When the name Casaloran appeared, all living beings in that region had already begun their countdown to death.

"You...why are you here?"

The chosen champion suppressed his instinctive fear and pretended to be relaxed as he went up to greet them.

However, this attempt to get close to him was clearly useless. The warrior named Casaloron didn't even bother to acknowledge him. He simply took off the hideous bone helmet made of some kind of ferocious beast's skull, then tilted his head back and took a breath of the planet's air.

"The air here is so familiar..."

After a sigh, the burly warrior named Casaloron opened his eyes.

"Finally... I'm back."

A biting wind emanated from Casaloran, carrying with it a chilling, tangible killing intent.

"Finally, finally... it's time to eradicate these evil sins."

The howling wind had blinded the chosen champions so much that they could barely open their eyes. The fact that they could achieve such a feat with mere killing intent was enough to demonstrate the vast difference between them.

But what concerned these chosen champions the most was what Casaloran had just said.

Their legion commander... actually came from this planet?
How could such a remote and wild planet produce such fierce and powerful individuals?
"You are the soldiers of my legion?"

It was at this moment that Casaloran turned his attention to these chosen champions.

With just a glance, the chosen champions couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed to the ground.

"With this kind of quality, they're not even as good as..."

Just as he was about to speak, Casaloan suddenly seemed a little dazed.

"They're not even as good as the warriors who once rallied under his command," was what Casaloron had intended to say.

However, how much time has passed since that distant past?

I don't know, it seems like a very, very long time has passed, and Casaloran can hardly remember anymore.

The only clear image in his memory is that time when he roared at the stars. At that moment, he only wanted to eliminate those evil sins, and he was willing to give up everything for it.

It was at that time that the existence above the stars fulfilled his wish.

(End of this chapter)