The battlefield rang with thunderous cries of slaughter.
Parent's Association.
Giant Tribe.
Fire Pond.
Knight Organization.
Before returning to the Eastern Continent, Qing Chen had heard the legendary stories about himself and the people before him.
In that dim safe house, someone spoke softly while he ate cookies and listened.
Back then, it had felt like listening to an audiobook. He had not even considered himself the protagonist of the story.
Everything in that story had felt distant from him, a seventeen-year-old high school student, leaving him with no sense of connection.
At this moment, Qing Chen watched the giants appear before him like ancient gods, like a band of Kuafu chasing the sun as they trampled mountains and earth.
The instant more than five thousand giants collided with the Orc Legion, the beast soldiers at the front fell like dominoes.
He watched the Parent's Association members limp down the slope, supporting one another as they charged into battle. Yet when they truly clashed with the Orc Legion, they still unleashed astonishing combat power.
He watched the four knights, wounded, carve through the Orc Legion and join forces against the three ancient Fate Weavers, chasing them across the battlefield.
They slaughtered from south to north, from east to west.
These people did not know whether they could win after coming to this battlefield.
They did not know whether they could return alive after coming here.
They had already fulfilled their duties and held their defensive lines. They could have rested.
But when they were needed here, they still came without hesitation.
Xiao Er's delighted voice still echoed in his ears. "Boss, Boss! All our reinforcements are here!"
Everyone shouted excitedly, "Reinforcements!"
At this moment, even Qing Chen was infected by that tidal wave of joy. A smile unconsciously appeared on