Deep in the Storm Continent.
Compared with the renowned Destroyer Civilization, outsiders knew very little about the Ancient Civilization. They only knew that its people were few in number, but each was incredibly powerful. Above all, the famed Ancient One was the only confirmed Level Six lifeform on the Storm Continent.
The Ancient Ones rarely appeared and were extremely mysterious, much like the Magnetic Pole.
But unlike the enigmatic Ancient Civilization, the Destroyers, who often acted in the name of the Ancient Ones, were far more conspicuous.
They were a people born for battle, whose ultimate purpose was to grow stronger through constant fighting. Before encountering the Ancient Civilization, their history had been one long record of fighting for various employers. Only the appearance of the Ancient Ones had finally brought these battle-hardened creatures to heel.
In the war against the Disaster Bringers hundreds of years ago, when the continent united to hunt them down, the Destroyers had been a main force beyond dispute. Their chieftain, Liyou, had torn the Golden Holy Dragon King apart with his bare hands. To this day, the scene remained immortalized in the most famous totem statue, standing atop Mount Hellmazaro for future generations to worship.
People always remembered the victors' glory. They never mourned the pain behind it.
"Mm..."
The bull-horned humanoid let out a barely audible groan.
He stood about two meters tall, his imposing body like that of a war god. Every muscle seemed charged with explosive power. Long, crimson hair and beard spilled around his face, which radiated uprightness and indomitable might.
The reason for his groan was an injury left by his battle with the Golden Holy Dragon King hundreds of years ago. A dragon claw had pierced his right chest, destroying two-thirds of his lung. The Sacred Flame's corrosion