The path of the ancestors

(To correct the previous text, the returning mortal legion also included elites from other nations around the world, including the Lionheart Kingdom.)

A gentle breeze rustled the wild grasses on the Proadas Plains, lending this ancient plain a sense of desolation.

Gate of the Abyss.

The iron-blooded aura forged by years of fighting emanated from this steel-like legion, leaving Artoria and her Kingdom guards wide-eyed.

"Wait, it's not Demon army!"

The female Knight who had just spoken gasped softly again!

"This appears to be an elite legion, primarily Human Race."

Another female Knight exclaimed in a low voice.

"My God, they're all Legendary!"

"As long as he's not Demon!"

Artoria breathed a sigh of relief; her back had been soaked with sweat in that brief moment.

"My king, these people seem to be from our world!"

A short-haired female Knight covered her mouth and sighed.

Upon hearing this, Artoria carefully observed the group that had emerged from the Gate of the Abyss.

They were clad in armor and armed with weapons, wearing golden helmets engraved with the emblem of the Dawn God, revealing only their sharp eyes.

As they walked, their golden cloaks, as bright as the morning light, fluttered behind them.

At the very front, a flag of the Dawn Sun and a flag of the Dawn Kingdom fluttered in the wind.

"It looks like the emblem of the Lord of Dawn, and the banner of the now-extinct Dawn Kingdom. They must be a warband that worships the Lord of Dawn."

"Your Majesty, should we make contact with them?"

A female Knight with Fairy blood asked softly.

"Wait a minute."

Artoria frowned.

"I have another concern: are you sure you're not Demon in disguise?"

"After all, don't you think it's absurd that our world's legions were able to emerge from the Abyss?"

"Did they break through the entire Abyss?"

"I don't think so. Our family's ancient records state that Demon are chaotic; they couldn't possibly have such a well-organized formation!"

A middle-aged male Knight with red hair and Elf blood stepped forward slightly and analyzed in a deep voice.

"It is said that in the distant past, the great Lord of Judgment, the Lord of Dawn, and the Silver Moon Goddess led the elite legions of the world's nations on a journey to the Abyss!"

This was also Knight from an ancient noble family, as recorded in the family annals.

One of his Legendary ancestors had also participated in this expedition!

"You mean, our ancestors once joined an expeditionary force to fight the Abyss Demon, and they might be the very army that has emerged from the Gate of the Abyss before us!"

A silver-haired girl, also born into an ancient Knight family and possessing a rare Winged People bloodline, exclaimed in surprise.

"Our ancestors... were so brave!"

"Hopefully they have returned, but let's not act rashly yet. Let's wait and see. If what Lord Aipide says is true, then armies from other nations should appear!"

"The main thing to see is whether any legions that believe in our Lord appear, namely the powerful warriors that the Lionheart Kingdom once sent!"

Artoria made a careful decision.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The Knight murmured their approval and fell silent, their eyes fixed on the distance ahead, saying nothing more.

Gate of the Abyss, the Demigod leader of the Dawn Legion seemed to have discovered the small squad of Knight hiding behind the hillside.

But he only glanced at it and then paid no more attention.

They're just a bunch of younger people.

Having fought against the Abyss for many years and fought alongside the professionals of the Feland nations, they have long since blurred national boundaries.

After the entire Dawn Legion emerged from the Abyss, they lined up on the plains and waited.

soon.

An equally imposing Spirit Soldier emerged from the Gate of the Abyss, carrying a Silver Moon banner, clad in silver helmets and armor, slender and tall, wielding scimitars and silver shields, and carrying longbows on their backs, exuding an aura of fierce power.

Artoria only needed one glance to feel the intense killing intent emanating from the area.

"It's the Silver Moon Elf! Another elite force comprised entirely of Legendary members!"

A sharp-eyed female Knight sighed softly.

"It's certain now; they are the expeditionary force that departed thousands of years ago!"

Will our ancestors appear Gate of the Abyss?

The Knight were already getting excited!

Artoria remained silent, her eyes unblinking.

Perhaps it heard their innermost thoughts.

Another elite legion of varying sizes and heights emerged from the Gate of the Abyss.

This is a coalition of various tribes in the Feland, each with different weapons and armor, yet all bearing the flags of their respective peoples and nations from a thousand years ago, as well as the flags of their gods.

Some Warrior even carried more than two flags; these were flags raised by their comrades who had died on the battlefield, asking them to carry them upon their return before they died.

They are all at least Legendary.

at last.

A warband of Human Race marched with firm steps, standing in neat ranks. They silently stepped out of the Gate of the Abyss, raising high the lion banner of the former Lionheart Kingdom and the banner of the White Gold Moon, and lined up on the vast plain.

On the hill.

The Knight finally cheered when they saw the arrival of this team.

"Ancestors! Those must be our ancestors!"

Most of the nobles of the Knight Nation are descendants of the former Lionheart Kingdom, and they also recognize the now-extinct Lionheart Kingdom as their ancestral homeland.

The excitement was contagious.

Knight King Artoria was no exception. She led everyone from lying down to standing up, walked down the hill, mounted the white horse hidden at the foot of the hill, and smiled at a beautiful female Knight with gentle blue hair behind her.

"By the White Gold Moon!"

"Nanlas, raise our flag!"

"In the name of the Golden Lion Knight Order!"

"Let's go and welcome the triumphant return of our ancestors!"

"Yes, my king!"

The Knight mounted their horses and followed the golden-haired Knight Queen, galloping towards the front of the expeditionary force!

"Grandmaster of the Golden Lion Knight Order, Artoria Pendragon, welcome back our victorious predecessors!"

"Golden Lion Knight Order, Nanlas Tucker, welcome back our victorious predecessors!"

"Anne Budas of the Golden Lion Knight Order welcomes our victorious predecessors!"

"The Golden Lion Knight Order..."

On the plains, a gentle breeze caressed the faces of the expeditionary force.

They felt relaxed from the moment they set foot on their hometown soil.

Just then, a group of Knight bearing the banners of the Golden Lion and the White Gold Moon rode towards them on horseback, and they all gave them friendly smiles.

Within the Lionheart Kingdom's legion, several middle-aged Knight, upon hearing Artoria and the other Knight ' calls, stepped forward, spoke to a dignified middle-aged man with silver hair, and then approached the Golden Lion Knight.

One of the handsome, blond Knight approached Artoria Pendragon and looked at her with a kind smile.

"My descendant, Artoria Pendragon. My name is Lannite Pendragon. If the family lineage is still intact, there should still be a portrait of me!"

"You are Lannite Pendragon?"

Artoria's eyes lit up with surprise. She dismounted, walked up to the Knight, and excitedly prepared to kneel down.

"Ancestor, I saw your portrait in the corridor of the family castle. I am your ninth-generation descendant."