The golden soldiers continued marching forward under the guidance of the golden titan, their gazes sharp as they observed the fifty thousand soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom approaching.
There was no fear in their hearts, no signs of nervousness. These were men who had faced the might of the Azarin Empire and experienced battles in which a God ran away. Events like that had shaped their mentality to the point that even if they faced an army ten times larger, they were still ready to fight without hesitation.
Grand Marshal Anglius' eyes were deep with resolution and unshakable determination as he led his forces. He had risen swiftly in power and mentality over the last couple of months, his body capable of facing even High Champion demons.
The military general had been given a command by the man he saw as a living god: to showcase the might of the Golden Wave Legion—their determination, focus, and preparation. He would not disappoint.
