Boom!
The fire ignited the dark night sky. Ryan liked this era very much, because when he raised his head, he could see the stars all over the sky. Under the bright the Moon light, everything was so clear.
The flames burned Thunder Sound Gorge's weeds, and most of the snakes, rats, and poisonous insects among them had no time to escape and were buried among the corpses of the barbarians.
The fire was destined to burn for a long time, brightening the dark night as thousands of soldiers knelt and prayed in their own language.
They asked the master of light, Dawn whom the Church believed in, to forgive their sins, and prayed that in the days and nights to come, they would not have nightmares because of today's killing.
There is Deities in this world, so faith is inevitable. What is important is who this faith is attributed to.
The nobles pretended not to see this. If Deities really appeared, then all the nobles in the empire would tell Deities that they were more devout believers than the Church.
Most people are not adapted to war, so they died on the battlefield. Those who survived mourned for them and were grateful that they were the lucky ones who were still standing.
In front of the flames, these people no longer fear or panic, and the dark night will not devour their hearts, even though each of them knows that the new firewood in the flames is the enemy who stood in front of them not long ago, and the partner who stood beside them.
In the distance, Undead Mages looked at the flames here with frustration and reluctance on his face. If this place belonged to him alone, he could be sure that he would be able to touch the threshold of Legendary and become a Legendary Undead Mages who could walk in the sun.
But of course he didn't dare to stay where he was. He followed Count Weiss with disheveled hair and blood-red eyes. At this moment, he was already thinking about where to go to make a living.
The Ryan wearing Mithril Armor was still too dazzling. Under the night sky, he slowly passed through thousands of soldiers. These soldiers kneeling on the ground and praying seemed to be in awe of a King ascending the throne. They watched the man with his head held high walked to the edge of the flames. The hot flames seemed unable to warm the cold body.
Ryan turned around, the mark of Rhino Horn Mountain on the Knight's Greatsword in his hand was shining brightly.
"We won!"
"Victory belongs to the empire! Victory belongs to Northwind! Victory belongs to the Earl! Victory belongs to me! Victory also belongs to each of you!"
"We are victorious in war, and we stand in the face of death. Failure cannot befall us, and death cannot bring us to our knees."
"Tell me, why are you kneeling!"
Turning around, Ryan faced the blazing flames in front of him, and slashed out with the Knight's Greatsword sword in his hand.
The fire was split open under the long sword, and the Ash burning in the fire twisted and twisted like a ghost under the collision of power, but it was quickly wiped out.
Ryan turned around.
"Every epic war destined to be recorded in history will have a name. Maybe some people will call this war Thunder Sound Gorge War, but now I tell you, you killed the enemy during the day, and at night, we don't have to be afraid of the ghosts left behind after their death."
"We will kill their bodies under the scorching sun, and we will turn their souls into Ash under the bright moon!"
"This war is War of Ashes!"
The voice of Ryan resounded under the night sky. Under this silent sky where only the sound of burning flames was transmitted, and above the earth, the voice of Ryan pierced everyone's chest like a sharp blade.
Gradually, some soldiers stood up. Although they were still praying, their eyes no longer had the fear of the blazing flames in front of them.
Vaguely, Ryan felt some kind of power falling on him. He raised his head, as if he saw the bright moon and the stars staring at him.
In the distance, the returning Count Soron looked at Ryan as if he were a ghost.
"Pass...Legendary?"
He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe what he saw with his eyes.
"No, it's impossible. Just this war, how could he achieve Legendary."
Count Soron's heart was beating crazily, and seeing that the soldiers had Dispel overcome their inner fear, Ryan stopped preaching and came to Count Soron's side.
"You... you got Legendary's heart?"
Count Soron couldn't help but ask.
Ryan was surprised, he didn't understand.
"What do you mean, Lord Count?"
Count Soron looked at Ryan with complicated eyes.
"You should know that becoming Legendary is not a step you can take once your personal strength reaches that level, right?"
Ryan nodded, but he only knew that the conditions for becoming Legendary were not simply practicing Breathing Technique. No matter how powerful the talent was, it was meaningless in front of the threshold of Legendary, and anyone who reached that stage was not a genius.
"The conditions for becoming Legendary are very complicated, but a legendary war can often give birth to Legendary."
Count Soron said that there are no absolute conditions for becoming Legendary, but the birth of each Legendary can reveal some methods.
Ryan was surprised, and then thought of the Empire.
"No wonder not many Legendarys have been born in the empire in the past few decades."
People who have not created a chapter that will be handed down from generation to generation are not worthy of being called Legendary.
Legendary is not only a realm and a title, but also a mark of the times.
"This war is not worthy of being passed down from generation to generation. As you said, an epic war is enough to describe it, but... I feel Legendary's heart in you."
"In a war that has been handed down from generation to generation, there is someone who can capture the gathering of all spiritual beliefs after the war, and that is 'Heart of Legend'."
"With Heart of Legend, we can withstand the power of Legendary, otherwise it will end in self-immolation."
Count Soron looked at Ryan. Now he couldn't feel the presence of Heart of Legend, as if it was just an illusion.
But Ryan knows that this is not an illusion.
He looked at his Spirituality Panel and saw the words "Heart of Legend (Incomplete)" on it.
This war is not worthy of being called a legend. Even if it is an epic, it is still below average. However, Ryan's words of Ash in the flames and darkness gave this war some spiritual sublimation.
Can this thing be given out like a blessing?
Ryan feels amazing.
Count Soron also gradually forgot about the illusion just now. This war is absolutely unparalleled in this world. Maybe he just wanted Legendary to appear too much.
Thinking of this, Count Soron couldn't help but look at the dark night sky, where Mage Tower was still glowing, hanging in the night sky like a lantern.
The war is over, but the battle of Legendary is not.
"That the Church's Legendary is very powerful."
Ryan said that one person faced the power of the entire Count Winter family and still managed to survive. This once again refreshed his understanding of Legendary.
"Don't worry, he can't win."
Count Soron said, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ryan heard a dragon roar covering the night sky.