In the second year of the Conqueror Order's collapse, the entire land welcomed a new curse—the curse was called Blasphemers.
The Earth Lords were not cowardly, and the Conquest Knights were never timid.
But when they mounted their warhorses and gazed at that pile of graves and mountains of corpses, they stood still for a long time, not advancing.
Even the resolute commander Makor could not speak.
Amid this deathly silence and oppressive dread, the earth began to tremble slightly, and the overwhelming light in the sky began to dim.
A flag slowly emerged from the earth's ridge, rising higher and higher.
The flag-bearer began to wave it.
It was the emblem of the Thorny Iron Ring!
More River Valley Warriors surged from the sides, marching in unison like a tide spreading forward.
Their formations were neat, lightly equipped, without armor, only a few Conquest Knights followed, clad in silver-white armor, reflecting the sunlight, emitting a pure and noble moonlight glow.
