"Of course, there's no shame in being eliminated. If you are, you can return to your respective races, go to war, and serve as the vanguard in battle."
"Of course, those of you who are eliminated need not feel unbalanced. The War God Team will face a true great crisis in the future. Among all else, powerful strength naturally comes first—truly first."
"If your strength is lacking, you'll only be throwing your lives away for nothing."
"You must understand that our strength is limited, while every one of you is precious. Naturally, we will not send you to die in vain."
"Any one of you is a precious asset to us."
"I've said all I need to say. Now, the trial begins."
"Those who pass may become members of the War God Team, walking the razor's edge between life and death."
"Those who fail may go to the front lines and fight the myriad races."
"Of course, those who pass but do not wish to go may also head straight to the front lines."
After finishing, the old man stroked his beard and looked at the gathered powerhouses below.
Naturally, none of those powerhouses had any objections.
They looked young, but in truth, they were all old monsters who had lived for tens or even hundreds of thousands of years.
Naturally, they understood the intentions of these upper echelons from every race.
And they could understand them as well.
After all, this was not glory. It was work that got people killed.
They were all old monsters. There was no way they would ruin the greater plan over a burst of hot blood.
"This is a treasure passed down from the Chaos era. It can assess both your combat power and talent."
"As long as it shines with purple light,