Chapter 367: The Shattered Ground of Life and Death (4)
The true terror of the Immortal Order was not merely their inability to die.
Of course, that was frightening enough, but their real threat lay in their seemingly endless influx of experienced recruits—who would never retire. In a world where individual prowess could grow to superhuman levels through effort and talent, this was an absurd advantage.
Consider the most immediate example: Horace, the captain of the Salt Council.
Horace had accomplished feats as a captain that were so extraordinary they might occur only once in a century. Yet, instead of retiring, he continued to live on, constantly adding to his achievements.
Granted, in the process, his mind had somewhat deteriorated, accumulating layers of self-deception and absurdity, but his potential for monumental accomplishments had only grown.
What made it worse was that such experienced recruits continuously joined the Immortal Order—and unless they were captured, they would work for eternity.
As a result, the Immortal Order boasted an astoundingly high number of paladins and priests per capita, significantly bolstered by the Codex of Light, which generously supplied them with personnel through the Dawn Army.
And now, Isaac had heard rumors that an ancient hero of Elil—a legend from a bygone era—might stand in their way.
"The Red Blade, Lua Bellin…"