"Oh? Weren't you sent to eliminate me by a faction that knew about this?" Morin asked hoarsely.
Morin's family had served the Wesley royal family for generations, remaining utterly loyal. Unfortunately, the limitations of their class had kept them from ever truly entering the kingdom's inner circle of power.
Morin's family had also considered training their descendants in other classes. But the royal family had no shortage of fourth-tier professionals; the [General] class, which strengthened an entire army, was more important to them.
Then, one day, the royal family approached Morin. The war between the New and Old Continents had given them the idea of cultivating a [Slaughterer].
Although a [Slaughterer] would gradually have their mind eroded by killing aura and become a monster that slaughtered indiscriminately, this ability could achieve remarkable results on the battlefields of the New World. In particular, a [Slaughterer] was not simply one person, but an entire army.
At the [Slaughterer] stage, they could command thousands or even tens of thousands of soldiers. Thousands upon thousands of madmen who never tired, never feared death, and knew only slaughter, all protected by energy, would be an unstoppable force on the battlefield.
The current truce between the New World and the Old World had come about for no other reason than that the Old World could no longer bear the deaths of so many legendaries. The New World was fighting to defend its homeland, so its situation was still manageable, but few of the Old World's legendaries were willing to join the battlefield anymore.
With no other choice, they could only halt the war temporarily.
And it was foreseeable that, when war next broke out, both the New and Old Continents would tacitly reduce its intensity, minimizing the likelihood of legendaries taking part.
After all, the world's