Three hours later.
The great battle had completely come to an end. The Iron Blood Brotherhood had won at the cost of three thousand dead and one hundred ten thousand wounded. Yet among the three thousand dead, only three had had their divine souls completely destroyed. The rest could all be revived by the Holy Mark Army's Holy Light Spells.
As beams of holy light flashed one after another, the fallen brothers came back to life. The warriors, who had been somewhat sorrowful, revealed excited expressions. Then Lu Yang flew above the crowd with Malthus and the Sword Spirit King.
"We won~!"
"We won~!"
"There's hope for us~!"
Cheers echoed across the plains outside Fire Moon City. Lu Yang was exceptionally excited as well. This battle had gone far too smoothly, and the results exceeded his expectations. Not only had the Iron Blood Brotherhood obtained the bloodlines of nearly a million Twin God Descendant and Fire King Descendant warriors, but it had also acquired their weapons and equipment.
Everything the Iron Blood Brotherhood had lacked before had been replenished after this battle. Even the Grand Prince and the Void God King, generals who had once led countless subordinates in wars against myriad races, could not believe Lu Yang had won so easily.
"What do we do next?" the Grand Prince asked.
Lu Yang was not arrogant. He knew that this victory had come from the enemy underestimating them. "This is a rare opportunity. I plan to extract the bloodlines of the Twin God Descendants and Fire King Descendants and give them to more warriors. There are also the fire spirit bodies in the Fire Source Towers across these five states. Do you want one and join the battlefield too?"
After thinking for a moment, the Grand Prince still declined.