Chapter 1265 - 570: The Resolve of the Heroic Spirit Legion

Chapter 1265: Chapter 570: The Resolve of the Heroic Spirit Legion

"Although I hate to admit it, the truth is exactly as he said... They have indeed stolen our master’s legacy."

"Those Desecrators have transformed the Heroic Spirit Pool that bestowed us new life into a machine that corrupts our kin!"

Julia, the Heroic Spirit’s lieutenant, had a fire of restrained anger burning in her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "This is desecration! This is an insult to our faith!"

"Commander! We must not tolerate this any longer!"

"If we continue to allow them to do this, all our kin will fall into their hands and be transformed into tools to destroy the Divine Kingdom!"

Bloody diamond-like spirit body tears flowed from Julia’s eyes as she growled through clenched teeth.

"The glory of the Divine Kingdom will be utterly dimmed!"

"Our millennia-long persistence will also become completely pointless!"

"We! Our..."

Suddenly, the words of her roar were cut short, as Julia stood there with her mouth agape, yet no sound came out.

This was not because she had said all she had to say, but because her emotions had suddenly spiraled out of control.

Anger, like a flood breaching its banks, tore down the dam of reason she had arduously maintained within her mind.

"Glory, our... Ah ah ah—"

Julia’s expression changed, her brows pulled tight in pain, unleashing a scream mixed with anger, pain, and despair.

Her originally heroic and beautiful face began to twist and deform violently, the light beneath her skin seething as if it were boiling.

The smooth skin rapidly lost its luster, becoming dry, gray, like a fearsome desiccated corpse weathered for a thousand years.

The Soul Fire in her eyes trembled violently, erupting in a chaotic and filthy dark red light, her mouth opening wide to reveal ghastly white fangs.

In a matter of breaths, her face had completely transformed into the terrifying appearance of an Undead, her entire body encircled by ominous black-red resentment.

In her current form, Julia resembled more a terrifying Resentful Soul than the mythical "Heroic Spirit."

Technically, Heroic Spirits shouldn’t turn into such forms.

The Divine would not allow Their creations to fall into such a shape; Their Laws decreed everything about the Heroic Spirits.

It is a Shackle, but more so a gift.

But the problem is... the Divine are no longer present.

Not to mention the Divine, even the Divine Kingdom has been destroyed for too long, the Laws already shattered, the Heroic Spirits having long lost the "gift" that bound them.

Most of the Heroic Spirits perished in the destruction, while the rest fell into endless waiting.

Waiting for His return.

Later, too many of them lost their sanity in this prolonged wait.

Either their Soul Energy depleted, leaving only a dried Soul Core.

Or, driven to another extreme, under the catalysis of anger and grievance, they transformed into raging Undead Resentful Spirits.

Rather than saying that the Heroic Spirit Legion’s lieutenant Julia twisted at that moment, turning ugly under the drive of anger,

it is better said that this is her true form—the true essence of these Heroic Spirits who struggled for too long amidst the remnants of the Divine Kingdom.

—Merely the worn-out souls exhausted by past obsessions and the endless passage of time.

They hoped.

They pleaded.

They suffered.

They despaired.

They went mad.

They—were no longer themselves.

"...Enough."

Just as the fury and venom in Julia’s heart were about to fully engulf her, the Legion Commander’s deep and authoritative voice rang out.

The voice was not loud, yet like a great bell, it struck directly upon her Soul Core.

Buzz—

This voice contained a peculiar power, like cold spring waters quenching a raging flame.

"Ah!!!"

Julia’s entire body shuddered violently, her expression twisted once more. She let out a scream, but the uncontrolled roar came to an abrupt halt.

Her hand, covered in bony claws, suddenly clutched her hideously twisted face, body trembling slightly, dark red chaotic light flashing intermittently between her fingers.

She could feel the fury threatening to tear her apart beginning to cool slowly, but the remaining cold and void was even more suffocating.

Her knees went weak as she collapsed heavily to the ground, head bowed, hands covering her face.

She seemed to be pleading for forgiveness from the Divine, yet also silently mourning for herself.

"...I lost my composure, Commander."

After a while, Julia’s voice came through the gap in her fingers, tinged with hoarseness and fatigue after surviving a calamity.

"Thank you for reminding me, I almost... lost myself again."

She slowly lowered her hand, raised her head, revealing a bizarre visage.

The right side of her face had returned to its previous form, becoming heroic and beautiful once more.

Her gaze had regained its former sharpness and calm, even colder than before, showing no fluctuations of emotion.

While the left side of her face remained unchanged, still bearing that horrifying Undead appearance.

Though the dark red glow on the skeletal visage dimmed, its sinister form remained unaltered.

One face housing extreme ferocity and extreme rationality simultaneously, this dichotomy made Julia appear even more eerie.

"No matter."

The Legion Commander, his back to her, continued gazing at that damaged statue of the Divine, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Maintain your reason, Julia."

"Anger will only lead you to follow in others’ footsteps, becoming a flaw easily exploited by enemies... like Gall."

Upon hearing Gall’s name, Julia’s eyes darkened, silently sighing for that foolish colleague.

"...Yes, Commander."

When she straightened her posture once more, her gaze had regained its tranquility, her voice turning as emotionless as the most precise machine.