A Viscount needed eight hundred battle merits to be promoted to Count. Converted, that meant killing two hundred and sixty-seven Gold professionals on the battlefield, or twenty-seven Soul Intent Professionals. The difficulty rose exponentially.
When they returned to the legion's camp, everyone had already been waiting in front of their tents for quite some time.
"Our assignment is to remain behind as a reserve force. There's nothing to do for now, so everyone can go back first." Velin stepped before them and announced the mission assigned to them by the Legion Command Department.
Upon hearing the order, some relaxed while others felt unwilling to accept it.
Velin paid them no mind and returned directly to his tent. How could he possibly alter an order issued by the corps?
"Over this period, have Cassius and the others familiarize themselves with the Magic Energy Cannons. I don't want their energy shells landing on friendly troops when the time comes."
"Yes, my lord," Kyle replied with a nod.
Night fell. It was eight in the evening.
A month later, the Bashio Kingdom, Ilia Kingdom, and Ironforge Mountain Dwarf Kingdom secretly signed the "Legendary Convention" at Mount Nater, the holy mountain of the Holy Third Dawn Kingdom. Witnessed by the Goddess of Life, the Dwarven Mountain God, the God of War, and the God of Dawn, the agreement took effect from the beginning of the war until its end.
"A Legendary Convention? Could there be some kind of deal behind it?"
Lying on his bed, Velin could not help but let his thoughts wander.
Since the calendar had begun in the name of the God of Radiance over nine thousand years ago, the destruction of kingdoms had been exceedingly rare, whether on the main continent or the seventeen secondary continents. There had only been