"The Bronze Age, the age of heroes!
Two thousand one hundred years after the Heavenly Star Calamity.
One thousand three hundred years after the Sun Dynasty.
Six hundred years after the founding of the Jialan Holy Hall.
The Evil Gods emerged once more, and heroes of every race gathered here again to wage war against the Gods."
The song of the Chronicles rang out, and the spirit of an age of heroes spread.
The vast camp of the Allied Forces assembled against the Gods stretched for ten li beside a ruined town.
Not all the heroes had come to fight alone. Many had brought followers; otherwise, their march would not have been so slow.
Large numbers of people began to appear on this land that had become desolate, and spirited songs and the praises of Bards began to resound through the camp.
Although three factions were now campaigning against the Gods, that did not stop the big shots' underlings from roaming through one another's camps.
Of course, those actually visiting one another were the two factions led by the Demon King and the New King of Diriya.
Hardly anyone visited the Duke of Thorns' Sun Knights camp.
They did not even acknowledge that the Duke of Thorns had come to wage war against the Gods.
Was this some kind of joke? A lineage that had never produced a Third Step powerhouse actually dared to bring people along to bask in the attention surrounding the war against the Gods?
Some even deliberately came before the Thorn City faction's camp and mocked them at the top of their lungs!
So, over the past few days, Freyr Osman had been gritting his teeth in fury, veins throbbing on his face, wishing he could execute those fellows on the spot.
In the Bronze Age,