The Slaughter Swordsmanship blooming to its utmost and the berserk battle axe that could Destroy Cities Break Armies converged right there! Boom!
The splashing shock wave was like two armies clashing, crushing the surrounding rubble and petals, until dust and life became the only bright colors on the battlefield. Long Yuan was knocked back amid the billowing smoke, his leather shoes carving two tracks into the ground.
"A true War of Ten Thousand Armies." Le Huai tilted his head to avoid a flying pebble and slipped both hands back into the pockets of his beach pants.
Long Yuan let out a long breath. Compared with the accident in his supposedly foolproof plan, these four artificers before him concerned him far more.
Three Rainbow Holy Grails, one Discolored Holy Grail.
Nothing proved their strength better than an epic-level mission like "Condensing Holy Grail." Even Long Yuan had no choice but to admit they were the finest artificers of this generation. Yet in everyone's impression, the stronger an artificer was, the more proud and aloof they became. It was not merely a distortion of temperament brought by power; it was also because artificers could only pursue power alone. Willing or not, they grew used to loneliness, sank into loneliness, and embraced loneliness.
It was not that artificers could not have companions, but those companions were often followers far weaker than themselves. If they encountered artificers on the same level, the most they could share was an alliance. It was utterly impossible for them to form deep Bonds. Yearning for independence and freedom was the underlying color of an artificer's soul. There should be no chains in this world capable of fettering an artificer's wings!
But what was Long Yuan seeing now?
These four artificers could actually rely on one another, trust one