(There are still two chapters after this one. Ending One is a happy ending; Ending Two is an open ending.)
(As for Ending Two, read it at your own discretion.)
Had the war situation already deteriorated to such an extent?
How much time had passed?
Huo Ling seemed to have developed problems with his memories of this period. He raised a hand and cast a spell, conjuring a mirror before him.
Looking at his bloodshot eyes and the terrifying aura radiating from his body in the mirror, Huo Ling dug out a piece of flesh suffused with chaotic energy from a wound on his face.
Huo Ling murmured, "How long has it been?"
"How did even I end up so badly wounded?"
Looking at himself in the mirror, Huo Ling's memories—like they had been tossed into a great whirlpool and churned to pieces—began to return at this moment.
The battle between order and chaos at the Bronze Citadel had already lasted hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years.
During the first hundred years, Order's resistance had still been exceptionally easy. The bombardment of magic cannons, mage towers, and divine arrays had made defense simple.
At that time, some had even thought that resisting chaos was not such a difficult task.
But as time continued to pass, more and more powerful Chaos Destroyers emerged from the Chaos Sea.
Defense became difficult, and more and more legends were forced to join the battlefield.
When the first chaos-corrupted warrior appeared, it was as though the curtain had been raised.
Only then did chaos seem to truly begin exerting its strength.
For a warrior, life here had become nothing more than a string of numbers.
On the battlefield, they could die at any moment, or fall into chaos at any moment and become chaos warriors.
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