At this moment, New Spring.
Amid the scorched earth, corpses sang; within the raging flames, souls screamed.
Green Fire surged skyward again and again, raging wildly. Paquiao roared like thunder as the Abyss of Eternal Darkness and Buried Bones beneath his feet abruptly expanded and erupted. Countless rotten limbs and shattered remains gushed forth, detonating in chain explosions like bombs and forcing the three heroes back once more.
The Transcendence that had already reached its peak in battle now erupted with even more terrifying power, even faintly pushing a step further!
The Path of Conquest lay in sacrifice and war!
Setting aside the Horde's explosive strength and terrifying health bar, the Lord of Scars' enhancement was inherently suited for prolonged combat and attrition.
Every wound left by the besieging Seeds of Heroes became a sacrifice for his outbursts and continued existence. So long as he expended those wounds, he could straightforwardly bolster his defense and attack.
Even Surtr's long-awaited Flame Shaped Sword, finally striking through an opening, could be driven back head-on. Fabuti's lightning spear throws were no problem either.
Trading wounds for wounds, lives for lives.
The lower his health fell, the faster he recovered. The graver his injuries became, the stronger he grew.
Unfortunately...
It was completely fucking useless.
With the Masterwork shield and Solid Alchemy imposing a double lockdown outside, sealing off inside and outside completely, it became a matter of shutting the door and beating the dog. Within, three Seeds of Heroes launched a fierce assault, while Great Craftsman Yellow Beard controlled and suppressed him—and every so often, he would pull out some secret weapon to give Paquiao an endless series of surprises.
The three giant heroes—Simir, Father of Warriors; Fabuti, Lord of Thunder; and Surtr, Flame Giant—one control, one caster, one fighter. Once they had