Days passed one after another.
More and more Abyssal Worlds finally fell.
The number of powerful beings and legions gathered at the Bronze Citadel continued to grow.
Not only the Spirit Realm—even some lesser planes had been discovered by Legends, demons, or devils, who recruited soldiers to reinforce the Bronze Citadel.
This was a war between the entire Order Universe and Chaos. If the Order Universe lost this battle, then, just like in the ancient era, no one would survive in the end.
Perhaps in the next era, newly born races would one day discover some relic from this age.
It might be some divine kingdom, or perhaps a fortress or a Floating City.
Within one of the Bronze Citadel's military camps.
This area was guarded by the elves. The several vast war zones around it were all occupied by soldiers from the various elven races.
In one elven military camp were Wood Elves, who came from a corner of the Spirit Realm.
Atop a tower within the camp was a relatively crude room.
It belonged to a Legendary elf. The interior of the Bronze Citadel had been utilized to the utmost, so even Legendary powerhouses did not have particularly good living conditions.
This elven Legend was using magical oil to polish his weapon. This Legendary longsword had been his weapon back when he was still at the Silver rank.
He had simply strengthened it all the way to the Legendary level. Even the oil used to maintain it was made from Legendary materials.
After being polished, the longsword became even sharper.
"Woooo—"
A desolate horn sounded in the distance, signaling the beginning of a new round of war.
For a long time now, few low- and mid-tier demons had appeared on the Bronze Citadel's battlefield. This was not good