Kyle seized the opening and launched a frenzied attack.
Helios's divine soul continued to burn, while his own strength steadily weakened.
As a Heroic Spirit watched the surrounding space fracture and recover intermittently, he instantly realized something.
At this moment, on this battlefield, they had become a burden.
He turned to look at the army he commanded. Every one of them was a fanatical and loyal warrior of his lord.
But for the sake of ultimate victory, they could only sacrifice themselves.
Without hesitation, the Heroic Spirit drove his weapon into his own chest. Using himself as the core, he sacrificed the entire ten-thousand-man Supplicant Army, along with their souls and his own.
A surge of pure divine power of light poured into Helios's body, restoring part of his strength.
Seeing this, the other Heroic Spirits commanding their legions began sacrificing themselves as well, offering the Supplicant Armies under their command and their own souls to contribute the last of their strength to this war.
The divine power of light gathered from the sacrifice of a million supplicants not only directly repaired Helios's divine soul and Godhead, but even elevated his strength to another level.
Looking at the empty battlefield, Helios felt no joy at his breakthrough in strength.
The power gained at the cost of a million supplicants—supplicants transformed from fanatical believers—filled his heart with an unprecedented heaviness.
Now, only the life of the invader before him could console them.
Even if it cost him everything, he would not hesitate.
Faced with Helios's sudden eruption, Kyle was caught off guard and directly knocked back dozens of kilometers. Blood gleaming with golden light scattered through the air.
High in the sky, the Blood Knight watched the changes in the central battlefield. Rather than intervening directly, he took Anansi's Sword from