"Ancient Sacred Armor!"
Colbert was familiar with such ancient Divine Relics. Every single one of them was incomparably powerful.
So top-tier Divine Relics were even forged using the resources of an entire small world, possessing extraordinary abilities.
That Stonekin prodigy had actually obtained such an ancient Divine Relic—his luck was outrageously good!
Unfortunately, sothing that even he found tempting was never sothing that prodigy would be able to keep.
A faint smile curved Colbert’s lips.
"Oh, right," he added casually.
"What’s the na of that human prodigy?"
Colbert asked suddenly.
"His na is Raine. He’s currently Elite rank," one of the attendants replied.
"Elite rank? Interesting."
That piece of information successfully caught Colbert’s interest.
After Elite ca Expert, and only after Expert did one reach Master.
Leaping across two major ranks to fight like that—sothing even he, a Divine Scion, couldn’t accomplish!
It seed the intelligence really was weighty enough. That human truly deserved the title of prodigy.
He was worthy of being personally hunted by Colbert.
"Are you planning to kill him yourself, Young Master?"
Seeing the glint in Colbert’s eyes, one attendant asked carefully.
Colbert let out a cold laugh.
"No need."
"A star fell into the Ironspike Field—such a huge event. I believe I’ll et him eventually."
Colbert was suprely confident.
Even if Raine didn’t co on his own, he would be forced to.
"If that star is confird to be a transford small world, the Starlight Archipelago will beco very lively."
"And that kind of excitent—I don’t want to miss it. Let’s go take a look."
Colbert casually tore open space and stepped inside.
The two attendants exchanged a glance and followed him into the rift.
...
A sentry city on the Dragonslayer City front line.
"Good news from Iron Dragon Fortress! The Seventh Division of the Scarlet Wall Patrol launched a brilliant counteroffensive, captured Crimson City, and pushed all the way to the Swiftflow River!"
"We’ve reclaid a huge stretch of territory, and the Soul Devourer race has been so badly hit they’re nearly extinct!"
Ginter and the assembled soldiers listened quietly to the report from Iron Dragon Fortress.
The joy and excitent in their hearts were impossible to put into words.
...
Dragonslayer City was one of humanity’s seven major strongholds, with nine forward outposts established beyond it.
Directly opposite it were two of the seventeen alien royal clans—the Thunderclan and the Black Dragon Clan.
After learning of the victory at Iron Dragon Fortress, Dragonslayer City’s governor and three commanders unanimously decided to spread this triumphant report along the entire defensive line to boost patrol morale.
For the patrol, this was a historic mont!
They wanted every soldier to share in the joy of this victory.
As the commanding officer of a forward outpost, Ginter naturally learned of Iron Dragon Fortress’s victory at once.
"What? They pushed all the way to the Swiftflow River?!"
"Before heading to Starbind Spire, being able to hear news like this... I have no regrets."
After hearing the report, Ginter seed montarily dazed.
Beside him, his wife Lia and several captains were equally stunned.
Ginter and Lia, along with those captains, were all from Iron Dragon Fortress and knew full well how dire its situation had always been.
That was why they found it even harder to imagine just how horrific the cost must have been to take Crimson City.
"And you might not believe this,"
said Drew, the comrade who delivered the report, his voice filled with excitent and pride.
"This battle was almost entirely won by one person!"
"One person?"
The group was even more astonished.
Drew nodded firmly.
"You’ve heard about that prodigy who erged from Iron Dragon Fortress, right?"
"You an... the young man Lord Borm personally protected?"
Lia asked.
Though they had been busy on the front lines and hadn’t paid close attention to events over there, they had still caught so rumors when Borm was mobilized.
Drew nodded again.
"That one’s incredible."
"This entire campaign was planned by him. Even though he’s only Elite rank, he charged alone into Crimson City, fought nearly thirty Master-level powerhouses from the Gargoyle race and other clans—and killed over half of them!"
"Crimson City was reduced to ruins. Almost all alien races below Elite rank in the city were buried there, and the Soul Devourer race was gravely crippled."
"Because of that, Iron Dragon Fortress preserved its strength and was able to face the counteroffensive from both races!"
"In the final showdown along both banks of the Swiftflow River, he killed another ten Masters, completely crippling the Soul Devourer race. The Gargoyle race also suffered catastrophic losses—nearly all of their one hundred and fifty thousand troops were buried there."
"The Gargoyles even used the Divine Relic Aetherlight to try to kill him. Lord Borm stepped in and slew two Grandmasters, forcing the Gargoyles to halt their counterattack."
"And in the end... we won that great battle!"
Drew spoke animatedly, his voice full of passion.
Ginter, Lia, and the others were stirred to the core—yet also found it unbelievable.
One man, fighting an entire city, overpowering the elites of two races... such a presence was dazzling beyond asure!
That the Seventh Division of the Scarlet Wall Patrol could produce such a peerless prodigy filled them with pride and excitent.
A prodigy like that would surely beco a pillar of the army in the future, taking over their burdens and continuing the fight.
"Looks like the big shots up top plan to groom him seriously,"
Ginter guessed, reading between the lines.
On the surface, the report was about spreading good news—but in truth, it was also about establishing that prodigy’s authority within the patrol.
Drew nodded and lowered his voice.
"I’ve heard there are plans to cultivate him as the Patrol Commander-in-Chief."
"Commander-in-Chief?!"
Ginter was startled.
The patrol had twelve legions and indeed lacked a supre commander.
But to beco one required not only imnse prestige, but also sufficient strength—and a formal investiture from the Human Council.
What that entailed ran deep, far beyond what a few words could explain.
"You might not know this yet,"
Drew said with a grin, looking at Ginter.
"That kid’s only been enlisted for a short ti—he’s basically a brand-new rookie!"
"I heard he was originally rescued along the way by Commander Hegros and the others, then joined the army together with his rcenary companions."
"His na’s Raine... hmm, seems he shares the sa surna as you."
"A rookie?!"
"Raine?!"
Lia’s mind jolted violently, buried mories surging to the surface.
She stepped forward at once, asking urgently,
"You said his na is Raine?"
Drew was startled, but still nodded.
"R–Raine."
Lia turned to Ginter.
"Ginter... doesn’t our nephew have the sa na?"
Ginter frowned.
"I heard from Harvey that Raine never awakened a talent... it shouldn’t be him."
They had seen Raine once after his birth. As their elder brother’s child, they had paid him special attention.
But Harvey had seen him more often.
He was among the last group to leave Iron Dragon Fortress for the Ironspike Field. He had told them many stories about Raine’s childhood and even brought back a photograph of Raine, which they had treasured ever since.
From Harvey, they had also learned that Raine never awakened a talent.
That alone made him completely different from the peerless prodigy Raine being described!
Without awakening a talent, it was unclear how long it would even take to reach Formal rank—let alone kill Master-level powerhouses.
"But Raine’s age should be around eighteen as well..."
Lia still felt uncertain.
"Maybe it’s just a coincidence,"
Ginter said softly.
Sa na. Sa origin—Iron Dragon Fortress. Sa age—seventeen or eighteen...
Yet he didn’t dare imagine that this could be their nephew.
Lia quickly reined in her emotions and regained her composure.
That prodigy nad Raine truly was world-shaking—leaping two major ranks to slay Masters, an unprecedented feat. His invincible bearing stirred the blood.
She also knew that her nephew had never awakened a talent. She had never once thought of connecting him to such a figure.
Deep down, she hoped that child Raine could live a peaceful, happy life in the rear—never stepping onto this battlefield of flying flesh and blood.
That was the belief they had fought their entire lives to protect, even at the cost of their own!
"It’s a pity... I’m heading to Starbind Spire. Otherwise, I’d really like to see him with my own eyes,"
Ginter sighed.
Hearing this, Drew looked at Ginter with renewed respect.
What kind of place were humanity’s four Starbind Spires?
Every frontline soldier knew the answer.
They were graveyards of death.
And the ultimate front line of the war!
To step into one ant facing the alien races’ world head-on.
But Ginter had a reason—one that made it impossible not to go.
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