In Rody City.

Under the cover of night, fifteen ancient beings, who had been dead for a thousand years and risen from their crystal coffins, followed Rody to a small island in the center of a lake. They were unlike Rody's Death Knights, who were absolute loyal servants of darkness and could stay inside Rody's storage ring without needing to breathe or eat, just like divine weapons such as swords and battle-axes, mere tools for Rody to wield in battle.

These fifteen ancients had their bodies resurrected, regaining most of their former power, different from the Death Knights.

Black Dragon Alfred and the nine-headed monster Xudra followed as well, accompanying a six-winged female angel with a somewhat bewildered look in her eyes. She was Peshansos, whom Rody had expended great efforts to resurrect. Unfortunately, the memories of Peshansos, deeply sealed in her soul at the time of death, did not recognize Alfred and Xudra anymore.

"Who are these old geezers? Why do they all seem so imposing?" Stanley asked loudly, gaping.

"A resurrection after more than a thousand years? That's a miracle!" Tommy and others exclaimed in amazement.

"What's so surprising about that? Our souls stayed in the God Tomb, never journeying to hell or heaven, nor undergoing reincarnation, of course we could be resurrected," Norn's father Tristela responded nonchalantly, laughing heartily.

"Life is but temporary, our souls and bodies being together is also temporary. Within two years, we must return to the God Tomb to rest," the old mage Nadowenvado chuckled: "Life and living are things of the past for us, our resurrection is solely for battle, not for dwelling in this world."

"Why not stay for another hundred years or so? The nations of the world need you..." Red-haired Sar tried to persuade these ancients to remain and live in the human world.

"Our era has passed, haha, the future belongs to you young people!" the elders laughed upon hearing this.

"Being able to rest eternally with friends, occasionally communicating through the spirit, is a very pleasant thing. You haven't died, you wouldn't understand the liberation and freedom of being free from the body, heh, you wouldn't get it!" Tristela expressed a preference for ghostly existence over human life, confusing the younger generation.

"I don't want to understand. Just being alive is better than lying in a crystal coffin in a dilapidated house!" Thief Terry immediately objected.

"Is being a ghost really that pleasant?" Some expressed doubt.

"It's actually not bad. I've died once, so I know... How to put it? The soul feels light and free. What? You say I've never died? Get lost, I've died several times in the great battles against the demons, not to mention dying from poisoning, only to come back to life again!" Lopeck, pretending to be a death expert, faced skepticism and finally retorted angrily.

"I can attest, he really did die from poisoning once, but in the battle against the demons, he only sprained his ankle!" Jesse laughed loudly.

"What interesting lads..." Old mage Nadowenvado shook his head, chuckling.

"When we were young, we didn't have their strength!" The ancients acknowledged the strength of the elite team, causing them to burst into laughter.

"Hmph, I don't think so. I find them severely lacking in strength. Although the Guardian resurrected us, we don't have much time to stay, nor much to do. The future depends on the young, but these lads are simply not up to it. Hey, I'm not joking, your strength is too weak. Starting tomorrow, we will train you properly, otherwise, the title of human elites would be a joke to other races!" A very serious old knight stepped forward, huffing heavily.

"..." Red-haired Sar, silver-haired Tommy, and other young elites had never heard anyone say they were too weak and a disgrace to humanity, leaving them astonished.

"Who is this elderly predecessor?" Even Chris became curious.

"Let me introduce him. This old knight is the Diamond Marshal of the Tiboli Empire from two thousand years ago. He fought on horseback for ninety-nine years, participating in over a thousand battles, large and small. He once single-handedly killed a Silver Eight-Winged Angel and defeated five great demons of hell. Under his command, the Diamond Knights, a hundred and fifty in number, with the weakest among them being a Sky Warrior, is the old hero with the most victories against foreign races in human history," Rody introduced with a smile.

"Ah!" At this, all the young elites' mouths were agape, wide enough to fit a Kodo beast egg.

"Don't take it too hard. Diamond here always speaks his mind, but indeed, you do need significant improvement. Not only do you have to attack hell and heaven, but you might also have to help Rody return to the divine realm. With your current strength..." Tristela, Norn's father, didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

"Please train us, any rigorous training is welcome, as long as it helps us improve!" Kaylee stood up, bowing to the Diamond Knight.

"Agreed," the Ice Demon Gao uttered two words.

The desire to become stronger and to catch up with the rapidly progressing Rody was also his wish.

Although Rody often guided them, he couldn't train everyone to death like a strict instructor. It was all up to self-discipline and personal effort. The elite team indeed needed the strict guidance of these veteran saints. And since they were battle-hardened old heroes, everything they brought out would be invaluable.

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Chris understood that this was Rody's intention and also realized that these ancient heroes, who had risen from death after a thousand years, were not resurrected for the glory of an expedition to hell.

Instead, it was for the younger generation, preparing to pass on their knowledge and skills, which is why they were resurrected and returned to the human world.

With these ancients, Rody was at ease leaving the elite team to their training and guidance. He left the elite team and the old saints behind, quietly leaving with Chris. The resurrected angel Peshansos, seeing no familiar faces around, hurriedly followed.

"Peshan, these two are your knights; you can command them," Rody stopped and said with a smile.

"But brother, I don't know them..." Peshansos, who now only recognized Rody, who had resurrected her, felt like he was family, and everyone else seemed strange, making her uncomfortable. Thus, she always wanted to follow Rody.

"This is Black Dragon Al, and this is Green Demon Xudra. They are your most loyal knights. Think hard, and you might remember a little. Brother is very busy. Let them take you to the garden to swing. Have you ever swung on a swing? Go on, there are many friends there!" Rody led Peshansos to the garden entrance, pointing to the swing frame inside, letting the angel, who had forgotten everything, play.

"Brother, I'll come to find you later... Are you really my knights?" After instructing Rody, Peshansos turned to ask Black Dragon Alfred.

"Yes, we will do anything you command," Black Dragon Alfred said with tears in his eyes. As long as his beloved was alive, nothing else mattered. Seeing a smile on her face was the greatest happiness in the world.

"Although you are ugly, you don't seem malicious... Brother is right!" Peshansos gently nodded, talking to herself.

"Yes, we are your ugly knights!" Xudra, on the verge of tears, burst into laughter: "Let's go swing! It seems there are some kids over there, shall we join them?"

"Speak kindly, don't scare my new friends!" Peshansos, despite her amnesia, retained her kind heart.

Rody and Chris walked a distance, discussing the love triangle between the Black Dragon, the nine-headed monster, and the female angel. Chris had heard about it. Even if it weren't a love triangle, whether it was the Black Dragon or the nine-headed monster, falling in love with a female angel was an unfortunate beginning.

Both of their races could never accept such a union; in the eyes of the angels, Black Dragons and nine-headed monsters are inferior and evil beings.

And in the eyes of Black Dragons and nine-headed monsters, angels symbolize hypocrisy and conspiracy.

"Perhaps this is for the best, though it's a bit regrettable. But for Alfred, Xudra, and Peshansos, it's the best outcome. This way, it can be a fresh start," Chris remarked, looking at Peshansos in the distance. Sitting on the swing, she laughed happily as she swayed, pushed gently by Black Dragon Alfred and the nine-headed monster Xudra, who also wore joyous expressions.

"How's the training of the soldiers going?" Rody changed the subject, inquiring about the expeditionary force.

"Everything is underway," Chris paused, then added, "Lately, I've noticed some movements in certain countries. It seems like the angels and demons are trying to reignite past conflicts."

"Let them come. Every time they do, we gain more support!" Rody snorted coldly, aware that the angels wouldn't just give up.

"I'm always uneasy since mom refuses to go to the land of the seven races. If we were to go on a campaign, Rody City might inevitably be targeted," Chris shared Rody's concerns. They worried about angels attacking Rody's mother, which could have incalculable consequences, yet she refused to leave.

She knew she was a target for the angels and demons, but her kindness made her prefer to be killed rather than have the angels and demons extend their malevolence to others.

If she left Rody City and vanished, the angels might turn to attack other leaders like Empress Mire, Old King Norn, William II of Camaron, and even more civilians whom Rody couldn't protect. Therefore, she decided to stay as the enemy's primary target, insisting on remaining in Rody City.

As the previous generation's wise Holy Woman, she preferred to take on the greatest peril herself or leave it to her beloved son, rather than see innocent people suffer from the angels' and demons' vengeance.

"Mom, her intention, I understand completely. Now, there's no other way but to protect her and confront the angels to the end!" Rody sighed softly.

"There must be a way to persuade mom. Leave that to me. You should focus on your training. By the way, any trouble with resurrecting the Death Knights?" Chris inquired about the hundred Death Knights resurrected from the God Tomb as Dark Servants, still concerned despite Rody's powerful contract abilities.

"Those too powerful and mentally resistant, I'll resurrect later. For now, I've only chosen the weakest hundred," Rody said, glancing around to ensure no one was watching, attempting to embrace Chris. However, she deftly dodged, and after a few attempts, he only managed to catch her hand. Chris's face blushed, she scolded Rody with a glance and struggled lightly but didn't truly break free.

"The real targets of the angels and demons are actually you, so you must always maintain enough strength..." Chris whispered softly.

"Let them come. I'm eager to test the power of the 'Supreme Dragon Art of Dominating Heaven and Earth'!" Rody, having been to the God Tomb, knew his strength had reached the ninth level of the Holy Realm. He was eager to battle strong foes, hoping to break through and enter the Divine Realm soon.

"For training, seek Queen Victoria and Martina. I... I'm not ready yet!" Chris blushed even more at the mention of the Supreme Dragon Art.

"Chris, once we conquer Heaven, I'll give you the grandest wedding, right in the City of the Skies. Let everyone celebrate our joy, okay?" Rody knew what his lover was thinking. Although she always dressed as a man, her heart was filled with a girl's romantic dreams and aspirations for an unparalleled wedding.

"Let's talk about it after conquering Heaven," Chris said, but the joy in her eyes already betrayed her inner happiness.

"Gill seems to have been away for a long time..." Rody thought to ask Chris if she knew anything.

"Jill, my little sister, is helping you find the Haini and Heidi sisters. They've been avoiding you. According to the people in the Fairy Garden, they've hidden in the Valley of Quiet Orchids. Perhaps it's because the scars on their faces can't be healed, they don't want to see you!" Chris said softly.

"The charming demon sisters, actually, they should know that I don't care about appearances at all!" Rody really wanted to go find them himself, but at this moment, it seemed a bit selfish to leave the expeditionary army to find his lovers. Plus, he had always been waiting patiently, not knowing where the sisters were hiding, hoping that Haini and Heidi would change their minds and come back to him.

What Rody was most concerned about wasn't just the two sisters, but also the female boss, who had also been out of touch, as if she had disappeared from the world.

But when Rody quieted his mind and sensed, he felt that the female boss was hiding somewhere, quietly watching him.

It was as if she had never been far from him, just unwilling to show herself.

The hearts of girls, a hundred of them have a hundred different kinds. Even with Rody's clever mind, he couldn't fathom what they were thinking... Rody looked at Chris and realized that she seemed to have a little secret from him too. He was initially tempted to ask her, but eventually just smiled.

Who doesn't have a little secret in their heart?

Chris probably already knew where the charming demon sisters were, but she had promised Haini and Heidi not to tell him. Jill might be persuading the charming demon sisters to come see him right now. Surprisingly, not only Chris, but Jill was also helping him in this matter.

The more Rody thought about it, the more touched he felt, overwhelmed by a sense of being surrounded by love.