The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Finally, the group arrived at the military camp.

The servants brought a chair and helped Alvin sit down.

As soon as he sat down, Alvin leaned back in his chair and began to breathe heavily.

The cold wind and pain tormented his soul, but what was even more heartbreaking than this pain was the empty military camp before him.

The soldiers were stunned when they saw Alvin appear in such a disheveled state.

The hot water cup in my hand clattered to the ground.

"City... City Lord?!"

"Why do you look like this...?"

The soldiers' exclamations spread throughout the empty tents. More and more soldiers came out of their tents upon hearing the news, and the shock they felt upon discovering Alvin with both legs broken was indescribable.

A sense of desolation welled up in my heart.

Looking at the dejected soldiers, their faces filled with sorrow, Alvin endured the pain and straightened up.

"Everyone."

"This battle was a disastrous defeat due to my misjudgment. We... have lost too much."

"I, Thiel Alfvén, apologize to everyone."

"I have failed your trust."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alvin struggled to sit up and bowed to all the soldiers.

This very action brought these soldiers, who had endured the harsh winter winds and never shown weakness, to tears.

This battle resulted in the deaths and injuries of countless soldiers.

Here are their brothers and friends, as well as their respected predecessors.

Before Alvin appeared at the military camp, many people had already secretly discussed leaving the camp overnight to find a sparsely populated place to spend the rest of their lives.

On the one hand, they blamed Alvin for sending them to fight a battle they were destined to lose.

On the other hand, Ars's almost heaven-defying strength cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

Even the most daring and courageous people can't help but feel fear.

They are afraid.

Faced with Ars's overwhelming power, he felt like an ant.

But when Alvin appeared before them with his broken leg, his face covered in sweat yet still standing tall and straight, all that fear and blame was replaced by a deep sadness and self-reproach.

yes......

In this battle, even Lord Alvin lost both legs and could no longer walk.

What right do they have to blame him?

"Lord City Lord..."

"It's our fault for not protecting you well."

"You...didn't do anything wrong."

Alvin forced a smile and looked at the soldiers present.

Taking a deep breath, Alvin tried his best to control his tone, trying not to let the pain affect him.

“From this moment forward, Magadan will withdraw from the king-selection ceremony. Before long, my own brothers will take my life.”

"I have already lost, lost completely, that is an indisputable fact."

"Therefore, I will not force you to stay."

"You may leave on your own, and each of you will receive ten gold coins as severance pay. No one will punish you."

Sometimes, people are just that strange.

They were just discussing running away, but when Alvin actually said those words and even promised ten gold coins as severance pay, not a single one of them moved an inch.

There wasn't even a sound of discussion.

A firm belief shone in everyone's eyes.

They are loyal at heart, they're just terrified.

Alvin's words reignited the loyalty in their hearts.

Alvin sensed this emotion and smiled with relief.

"Since you haven't left, then I... have something to announce."

"From this moment forward, all the battles you will experience will have nothing to do with the King-choosing Ceremony, honor, or even loyalty."

"Every battle you fight has only one purpose, and that is..."

"revenge!"

Alvin clenched his fist and spoke with all his might.

"I'm not willing to accept this inexplicable and crushing defeat!"

"I refuse to be labeled a loser and leave this world with regret and anger!"

"Ars, who slaughtered countless brothers and sisters of yours on that day, and the masterminds behind the mass disappearances, must pay the price!"

“I know that once this decision is made, we will often be fighting against powerful figures like Ars in the future. Many of you here will also die.”

"However, if we allow it to continue to wreak havoc on the world, the next victim could be Magadan, or it could be your homeland."

"Therefore, they must pay the price for this!"

"Even if we die in the end, we must make them taste pain! Taste pain that they will never forget in this life! Only in this way will they fear us, dread us, and dare not provoke us again!"

"Only in this way can our hometown and our loved ones be safe."

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood!"

The soldiers were ignited by Alvin's words.

Everyone was shouting the same sentence.

"A blood debt!"

"Pay back in blood!"

Alvin drew a longsword from the waist of a servant beside him and pointed it into the distance.

"from now on!"

"We have only one goal!"

"Kill Ars! And everything behind him!"

"For our brothers who died in Magadan! For Spencer! And for our homeland behind us!"

"We want them to know that failing to annihilate us that day was the biggest mistake of their lives!"

After a series of clanging sounds, countless longswords were raised high, their blades pointing straight to the sky.

"A blood debt!"

"Pay back in blood!"

------

"What did you say?!"

"Spencer, one of the seven-pointed stars... is dead?"

Thiel Doyle's eyes widened.

Osho, another member of the Seven-Pointed Star group beside him and known as the Windwalker, couldn't help but frown.

As a colleague, Osho knew Spencer's strength all too well. The title "Thunder Tiger" was well-deserved. He had personally witnessed the scene of him single-handedly holding off the monster with just a gun.

Such a powerful figure is dead...

Who killed him?

"And how is my brother... Alvin?"

"Lord Alvin's legs... are gone," the scout reported truthfully. "Moreover, in this battle, Lord Alvin lost almost all of his main force."

"Now... I'm afraid we don't even have the strength to defend the city."

Doyle leaned back in his chair, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time.

Alvin suffered a devastating blow so suddenly... losing Spencer, one of the seven stars, and even his main force is almost gone.

What exactly did he go through...?

The thought sent a chill down Doyle's spine.

"Who on earth did this?"

"It is said that he was a swordsman named Ars..."

Doyle and Osho exchanged glances. Doyle was capable of single-handedly killing a member of the Seven Stars and even wiping out more than half of the main force of a major city.

This person must be very strong.

"Pass on my orders: find out exactly who Ars is, and whether he has an organization behind him. If so, dig out his entire network of connections!"

"Also... get the car ready right away, I need to go to Magadan to visit Alvin!"

The scout, puzzled, quickly asked, "Lord Doyle, this is Alvin's weakest moment. If you choose to launch a full-scale invasion now, Lord Alvin will be no match for you."

"Why...did you insist on visiting him in Magadan at that time?"

Doyle gave the scout a cold look.

Stupid guy.

Of course he knew that.

The purpose of visiting Alvin was to gather information about Ars.

And what exactly happened that day.