This group of Demigod Arcanists, who had lived from thousands of years ago to the present, who had emerged from the Void Realm like rubies glittering in the long river of history, had actually died in battle just like that on a battlefield no one would ever know about.
One after another, they charged forward in succession and turned into blazing fire.
Ash had no fondness at all for the demigods of hell. In fact, if not for the World-Devouring Serpent, the demigods of hell would have been the greatest danger to him. Even if they were not as rotten as Vishy, they absolutely could not have been much better... Only Demons could survive in hell, and all who survived in hell were Demons.
He had long anticipated the casualties among the demigods. In fact, at least several dozen demigods had already died in the First Hell and Second Hell.
But knowing and seeing were two different things... Watching them still maintain the pride of demigods in the face of the great terror of life and death, watching them refuse to throw away the dignity of arcanists before enemies by the thousands and tens of thousands, Ash actually could not help feeling a little moved.
Arcanists were a group of petty thieves, parasites of the Void Realm, greedy profiteers, but at the same time they were also a group of adventurers... a group of adventurers who would believe in Miracles until the very last second of their lives!
"They've got a bit of backbone after all," Death Frenzy said calmly. "What are they trying to do?"
"Restart the Gilded River nodes."
Death Frenzy lay on Ash's back and pointed at the Gospel page. "Look at these places along the edge of the secret domain. They're all Gilded River nodes, but