"Fight!"
"The Legion is immortal, humanity is immortal!"
Black Blade led the Immortal Legion as they trod across the void, within which, one by one, had fallen warriors long buried in history, now emanating their glory in this moment.
They were there to fulfill the mission that had been left uncompleted in the past.
Heroic Spirits bathed in divine fire, their Divine Bodies shining brilliantly. This was the belief left behind by Flame Pillar, materializing before them.
Heroic Spirits piloted divine mechas, gigantic entities rising amidst the formation, their cannon muzzles clicking open. This was the belief of Steel Pillar manifesting.
A small, elderly man emerged from the ranks, his spine straightening, his stature not tall yet seeming like a formidable barrier, standing at the very forefront of the line. He wielded a long spear, fighting against heavens and earth. This was Wu Tianzhu, the God of War!
