A Legendary Mage's golem construction project was destined to consume an unimaginably vast amount of time and effort in research. It was a peaceful, tranquil, and fulfilling undertaking. At least for Punk, dense runes and complex energy structures did not signify dullness or monotony. Instead, they were beautiful notes dancing gracefully through his heart. A spellcaster who loved magic could always roam the ocean of knowledge with delight, even if the process was going to last for more than a hundred thousand years...
However, the researcher's peace within the magic tower had nothing to do with the "hired worker" laboring outside. Over the long span of tens of thousands of years, the Blood War in Hell had not only shown no sign of stopping, but had instead grown increasingly fierce. The youthful avenger serving as an "auxiliary mercenary" remained as active as ever on the Belaishius Rift battlefield, slaughtering enemies day after day.
Before he knew it, Ganatica had already fought on the front lines of the Blood War for more than forty-three thousand years. Fighting mindless demons truly required little skill, and killing stupid, clumsy Demon Lords generally could not be considered a "legendary achievement" for a Legendary professional. Yet Ganatica, who had slain three or four lesser lords along the way, could undoubtedly be called battle-hardened. The armor draped over him, crafted from the thick hides of lesser lords, now bore large patches of damage, while even the blade forged from Abyssal Ore had developed fine cracks over his long career of battle.
Yet for Ganatica, whose level had risen and whose experience had grown, the purpose of those forty thousand years of fighting remained hazy and unclear. Just as he now sat atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood after a continuous war that