The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

He may have a good background and a fine appearance, but he is rotten inside and is a disgrace to his family.

Some even called him "a disgrace to the nobility".

Aberle, who was with the team, also witnessed Anthony's performance.

Compared to the rumors that he was "an idiot who only knows how to fawn over women and has only a little bit of fighting ability," Anthony's performance was actually enough to change her mind.

Although he may seem carefree and unreliable, he is indeed a qualified soldier on the battlefield.

No wonder so many women fall into his arms; this is still a world where strength reigns supreme, and Anthony's power is enough to cover up his bad habits.

While those rumors can't be said to be entirely unfounded, there's definitely someone deliberately trying to smear Anthony's reputation.

After this trip together, she had an unexpected opinion about Anthony Eberlon and thought that she still couldn't easily believe the rumors.

But now, Eberron understands.

There's nothing wrong with those rumors.

The truth is...

There is a reason for all of this.

Such praise is well-deserved for someone like Anthony.

“I feel deeply sorry for Sophie that she is engaged to someone like you.”

She looked at Anthony with disgust, at her friend's fiancé.

She despised it deeply.

"A person like you doesn't deserve to be called an aristocrat! You are truly a disgrace to the aristocracy!"

Eberlen berated him for a long time, and Anthony listened quietly for a long time as well.

Strangely, his expression didn't show anger, but rather some confusion.

Finally, as Aberron was panting, Anthony turned and asked:

"You think so too?"

Andrew did not answer, but that was his silent answer.

"Your opinion doesn't really matter. No matter what you think, I don't care. But..."

Anthony frowned as he glanced at Eberron, who was approaching him like a warrior, and then at Andrew, who was silently glaring at him.

"You want me to...stop now?"

With a furrowed brow, Anthony looked the two men over several times before finally lowering his head.

"If you have even a shred of shame, apologize for what you just said!"

Eberlen said this, but the next moment, a roar that shattered the silence rang out, causing her to stagger backward.

"You guys need to wake up!"

! ”

"What have you been doing all this time?!"

Anthony suddenly looked up and glared at the two of them. His roar, like that of a lion, caused Andrew and the other man's expressions to change drastically.

"Wasn't he already dead?"

Andrew, Eberron: !

?

what are you saying!

?

Anthony forcefully plunged the longsword he was holding into the ground, strode up to Andrew, and then…

Without hesitation, he punched Andrew!

They went straight for the face!

"You've been talking to the corpse for ages, now you should really stop!"

Talking to a corpse?

what……

winter!

While pondering, Anthony delivered a powerful punch to Andrew's cheek without letting up, causing Andrew's consciousness to momentarily pause.

Severely losing his balance, Andrew instinctively tried to retaliate, but he was struck again as soon as he raised his arm and was knocked back several meters.

Eberlen was startled by this development and screamed in surprise:

"What are you doing!?"

"You're still asking me what I'm doing?"

Anthony glared at the two men and roared:

"Of course I don't like watching my comrades sacrifice themselves, but what are you doing? Do you want everyone to stay here?!"

"If you want to stay here with them, that's fine, but I won't."

With a ferocious glint in its eyes, the golden-haired lion stared at Andrew and slowly approached.

“There are still women waiting for me to save them. I’m not going to stop here like a coward and indulge in unreal illusions.”

"Now……"

"It's time for you all to wake up!"

……

……

"Ariana, has it always been like this here?"

Ning Feng, riding his celestial steed high in the sky, surveyed the hordes of obstacles blocking his path below, and asked:

"Even if you die, your remaining soul can be controlled, making you live a false life?"

Chapter 414 Prayer

The land where gods fell.

In the mouths of extraordinary beings, this sacred place is divided into different areas such as "the land of divine battles," "the temple of the gods," and "the land of resurrection."

This place is noble, and it is what they admire and yearn for.

But in the mouths of humans, this place has only one name—the Blood War Zone.

No matter how much we say, it's just a battlefield for fighting against those stubbornly resisting supernatural beings.

They didn't deserve any respect at all and were directly divided into different war zones such as "First War Zone," "Second War Zone," and so on.

Simple and straightforward, but quick and easy to understand.

While the division of the bloodbath zone was partly for the convenience of command, it was not solely for that reason.

The division of war zones has another, more important reason: special boundaries exist between different areas, isolating them from each other.

Just like the thick, blood-red barrier between the First and Second War Zones, blocking passage between adjacent areas.

However, there are few obstacles for the "weak" under the legend, only restrictions, not impassable ones.

The dividing barrier has an extremely strong isolating effect on legendary-level awakened beings, which is another reason why the Land of Fallen Gods has become a "legendary forbidden zone".

Now, the boundary of the Blood War Zone is just a stone's throw away, but Ning Feng, who had been moving forward without stopping, has stopped.

It wasn't because he had reached the level of a legend. Although his strength couldn't be measured in ordinary terms, there was still a considerable distance between him and a legend.

He stopped, but for another reason.

"........."

He was stopped by someone.

He was blocked by a group of people who could not have stopped him otherwise.

Thousands of ragged people stood blocking the road, looking dazed and confused, like rows of stone monuments.

They weren't breathing, and their eyes were devoid of light, but there was definitely a peculiar feeling about them.

"Still alive? No..."

A cold light flashed in his eyes as he scanned the person blocking his way.

"This doesn't even count as being alive."

Although they still appear to be alive, their souls seem to be trapped within the confines of their bodies.

They stood silently in place, waiting for something.

Perhaps it's an enemy, or perhaps it's death.

Above us was a sky shrouded in gray dust, and below us were countless seemingly lifeless obstacles blocking our path.

And in the middle of all this was Ning Feng, riding a white horse and standing tall in the sky.

It was never crossed again.

"To whom do their souls belong now?"

After silently gazing down for a moment, Ning Feng asked the demon he carried with him:

"Does it belong to them, or has it already fallen into the hands of some being?"

Is it in the hands of some dead but still unspeakable deity?

The black cat's figure appeared above Pegasus's head, seemingly having sat there without ever moving.

Your thinking is correct; their current state cannot be described as merely alive... it's more accurate to say they're not dead yet.

She looked down at the people blocking her path, her crimson eyes narrowed slightly, concealing her emotions, and spoke casually:

From your perspective, they aren't enemies; they're just a bunch of pathetic creatures who can't even decide their own life or death.