Zacharia stared stiffly at the Armored Bear Legion, whose combat techniques carried an ultimate aesthetic and whose passion for war burned eternally. In a chaotic, unruly style, they tore apart the darkness before him and formed another sacred tableau.
Every Armored Bear Warrior fought on their own, without any formation or method. Yet this crude, primal charge possessed a momentum no army in the world could ever surpass.
It was a fanaticism that longed for war, embraced war, created war, lived for war, and died for war.
No flames burned upon them, yet they brought a radiance far brighter than the firelight currently illuminating the battlefield of Brady Canyon.
Most importantly—
Those Abyss monsters that had found such delight in crushing others were now being crushed and defeated with devastating ease before the Armored Bear Legion.
They could win!
Thus, the invisible light of hope upon the battlefield shone even more brilliantly.
"Charge! Charge! Hack those ugly, disgusting Abyss monsters to death!"
Borgeld rammed forward in wild excitement. The power she wielded alongside the Armored Bears of the Saint Realm was no meaningless individual force on this battlefield. She could not even be bothered to glance at the Golden Knights shoved aside during their rough charge.
"For Ryan's glory!"
"Long live Boss Ryan!"
"Turn this Abyss trash into the soil of Rhino Horn Mountain!"
Borgeld did not forget to boast about Boss Ryan, lest there be casualties after the war and she be reprimanded, preventing her from acting on her own next time.
Garick was annoying enough. If Boss Ryan sent another person over, she would be even less happy.
"Long live Ryan!"
The Armored Bear Warriors laughed as they cleaved through the monsters before them, roaring Ryan's Name at the top of their lungs. They were forever the Frost