Chapter 208 - The Century in Flames
The Iron Legion’s military camp was in flames.
Not because of an enemy attack, but rather the flame of expectation, fervor, and resolution that set the warriors’ hearts ablaze.
A decision had been made by their leaders.
The Beast God and his Generals had decided that the siege of Milishion would not be carried out with a large‑scale invasion.
There would be no sea of soldiers crossing the lake and trying to smash the Divine Barriers by brute force. Instead, it would be a century: one hundred hand‑picked warriors.
One hundred out of thousands. And this small force, commanded by the Beast God himself, would pave the way for the army.
It was a suicide mission for any ordinary group to storm the Holy City with a hundred men. But definitely not for them.
At the center of the camp, gathered around a vast, roaring bonfire, the Legion’s Generals convened to discuss the names.
The selection process was neither voluntary nor anything of the sort; the chosen would come from the Generals who led them.
After all, each of those combatants had been led and shaped by these Generals during the long months of campaign.
They knew not only their subordinates’ techniques and power, but their hearts, their weaknesses, and their true capabilities.