The Silver Moon Still Shines, But There Are No More Divine Generals in the World

After the ideological war between the Temple and the Watchers, Parlance fell into chaos. It was an incomparably dark era.

Humanity nearly went extinct.

But in the end, it still emerged from those dark clouds.

During that thousand-year war, countless Divine Generals emerged in Parlance. Without a doubt, they were all the bravest and most powerful people, unafraid even of death. Relying on the celestial weapons in their hands and the barriers left behind by the Temple, they established territory and cities one after another, resisting wave after wave of mechanical hordes and sheltering the survivors.

At the same time, they launched expedition after expedition against the mechanical creatures, expanding their territories until they either wiped out the mechanical creatures or perished in one of the wars.

In the end, humanity still achieved victory.

—An Yang guessed that scholars in the future might describe the various Divine Generals and this war that way. As for what kind of image he would have in their books, he had no idea.

"Even if they lean toward praising me, it probably won't turn out much better, will it?"

An Yang thought about it with interest. It was rather amusing.

He could roughly guess how those literary and historical books would describe him.

Perhaps someone would crown him with the word "great," while others might disparage him. But their guesses and descriptions of his personality and origins would obviously be nothing but fabrication.

Perhaps others would revere An Qi as a great person. After all, she had always been the one publicly managing the war.

"Overly reliant on his subordinates..."

"Lazy and inactive..."

"Neglected political affairs..."

"If the celestial weapons of that era had not been so loyal to the Divine Generals, he would practically have been a puppet controlled by his personal guards..."