Three days later.
At the center of the main battlefield in the Four Elements Forest, a thousand-meter-tall stone monument rose from the ground, surrounded by a cemetery spanning over ten thousand hectares.
More than two million brothers of the Iron Blood Brotherhood who had died in battle were all buried in this cemetery. Yet none of them had individual graves—only this single monument.
Every Iron Blood Brotherhood warrior who had fallen had chosen to detonate their divine souls and perish alongside the enemy before death. Not a single intact body could be found.
Lu Yang had originally wanted to erect a separate monument for each of them, so their descendants would know where they had fallen. But after searching the battlefield, he could not find even one complete body. In the end, he could only raise this Heroic Spirit Monument and carve all their names upon it.
"Brothers, how am I supposed to thank you? What could I possibly do to repay you without feeling guilty?"
Around the Heroic Spirit Monument stood the souls of more than two million fallen Iron Blood Brotherhood warriors before Lu Yang. There was no pain on their faces, only smiles.
"Boss, did we win?" Ma Xianxu asked excitedly.
Aside from a few people such as Zhuojiu, Bai Shi, Xia Yuwei, and Blackflame, whose spiritual power resonated with the fallen, no one else could see them.
Holding back his tears, Lu Yang smiled at them and said, "We did more than win—we won beautifully. All four million members of the Holy Light Legion, along with their God King, were killed by us."
"Of the six hundred thousand High Gods brought by Young Lord Dark Moon and the Frost Night God King, only Young Lord Dark Moon escaped. Everyone else died, including the six unknown God