Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

After quickly glancing over, I realized that it started at noon. The Indian forces, which had been silent for a long time, launched a full-scale offensive. The most serious offensive was against Riverton in the north. Beowulf and Bear God, who were stationed there, were no match for them and were currently struggling to hold on.

"Looks like it's my turn to appear—"

"Ouch!"

Before Novia could finish speaking, a loud wolf howl came from outside the room, echoing through the sky. Along with the sound, a wolf appeared at the window, revealing itself to everyone.

"Kedi? What brings you here? Didn't I tell you to rest..."

Tralock sighed as he looked at Corti, the guardian spirit of the Native Americans, who had been seriously injured not long ago, and felt somewhat reluctant for it to go to the battlefield again.

But Novia's disguised first sun simply walked to the window and gently touched its head.

“Since we’ve come all this way, let’s go to Riverton together, Corti.”

"Ouch!"

The Native American patron deity responded in this way.

Earlier, in the dense forest not far away, Kodi was resting, drinking shallow water from the river.

Fifth Sun, where are you? Are you still there, watching over us?

To this day, we still haven't heard the sound of the sun waiting.

Then, just as I was about to go to sleep, I smelled a faint, subtle scent.

And so it came with the wind, chasing the scent of the sun that shines equally on all things.

……

Riverton, in the northern part of the Americas.

If Indian forces didn't care about 'dignity,' they should have been able to take over Riverton completely today.

Because the difference in combat power between the two sides was very obvious, Beowulf and the North American Divine Bear, who were the main forces influencing the battle, were simply unable to withstand the onslaught of numerous Servants. However, apart from the legendary battle of Servants, it was also a battlefield where ordinary soldiers could die in just a few seconds.

"save--"

Before they could even utter a sound, a spear thrown by an enemy would pierce their neck.

Because fear had spread to the American coalition forces, they had no way to fight back.

boom!

Beowulf and the bear were once again struck down on different lands, but no matter how many times they went through it, the man and the god thought the same thing.

As long as we are alive, we can buy time for the soldiers to escape.

"Lord Beowulf! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine..."

Beowulf waved to the soldiers who were surrounding him.

I've been knocked back to the back of the ranks! I need to get back to the front lines quickly, or the soldiers...

But as he stood up and was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a young soldier staggering along, his stomach wound being protected by two other soldiers. The Nordic hero gritted his teeth.

Children... even such young children are going to the battlefield... It's my fault, I failed to protect them!

However, since I am their commander, I must make amends! Even if it means burning my own spirit core!

Therefore, the man broke into a hearty laugh again, even with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and pointed his thumb at himself, shouting:

"I'll cover your retreat! You must make a safe and successful withdrawal! Can you do it?"

"...Yes, sir!"

"Did everyone hear that? From now on, we'll leave it to Beowulf and the others! Entrusting it to heroes and gods like them will definitely be fine!"

A soldier shouted, "Then we can rest assured—"

Many soldiers were rubbing their cold guns against their skin.

They did not believe that they, in their current state, could defeat the mythical figures from afar on a terrifying battlefield.

"It's good that you escaped..."

"……Do not."

A soldier murmured among the retreating crowd.

“We live here, and many people fight against the monsters who have transformed into ancient warriors. They have taken our lives and our land. I thought that if this continued, all the humans on this land would be wiped out… Then President Sun King and his entourage appeared and protected us! I made up my mind to follow them! I believe that as long as we fight to the end as they say, everything will be restored to normal…”

He shouldn't have cried, because this was on the battlefield, and he was a man, but he still couldn't help crying.

Is it because of deep-seated fear that the brain becomes strange?

"But no!!!"

"How could we not be angry! This war is utterly unreasonable and terrifying! No matter how afraid and trembling we are, it cannot extinguish the fire of anger in our hearts!"

"It's the same now! I know that with your protection, we can escape! But isn't it clear that we have a better chance of winning this war if you're alive!?"

"Even if we die, others will survive. This country! This land! That's where the 'future' lies, isn't it?!"

"Since both running away and fighting lead to the worst possible outcome, I'd rather choose to see the future that leads down this path!"

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, this voice pierced straight to the soul, and everyone understood perfectly well that even a slight delay meant death, and victory was impossible.

This is not a game. There is no map, no dropped items or respawn points. It is a brutal battlefield littered with corpses, a place of only death.

Death is the most fundamental thing. Regardless of one's spirit, the body is that of an animal. The vast majority of people cannot escape the control of hormones. Survival is the goal of animals; as long as they live, that's enough.

As for how to survive, people will find reasons for themselves, and if the number is large enough, it can even form a culture.

However, the people who fought for resistance on this land, regardless of their reasons, eventually stopped and looked at Beowulf.

"Commander, this is the first time we have disobeyed your orders. This time, we will rely on ourselves to complete this evacuation mission."

"you……"

In Beowulf's eyes, although the figures of the crowd were not as tall as him, they seemed very reliable.

Because standing up to fight is an incredibly difficult thing.

This inevitably brought back memories from many years ago.

In the southern port of Scandinavia, the sea breeze seems to blow eternally.

When he chose to slay the dragon in his old age, all of his men had fled when he faced the dragon. However, there were still trembling warriors who insisted on staying. Thus, although there were no friends to save him at this moment, they were like his friends now.

And so, in his heart, or perhaps in his mind, a voice echoed from the blond man: 'Although your strength is far from what it was in your prime, you are by no means powerless, Beowulf.'

Therefore, Beowulf patted his chest vigorously and laughed loudly.

"Alright! You brats! Don't underestimate me! Before I became a commander, I was a king who wrestled with that Hun king!!!"

A few seconds later, on the other side of the battlefield, a hand gripping a bear's neck glanced at Beowulf, who was charging forward again.

"That guy is yours, Arjuna."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, the hero, blessed by heaven, raised his Gandhiba and shot it at Beowulf, whose entire body was bursting with magical power.

However, Arjuna sensed something subtle about Beowulf's power, as if its essence had been transformed.

...Is it some kind of treasure or skill? Or perhaps, a blessing bestowed upon it by this continent?

In an instant, the hero, blessed by heaven, recalled memories from several months ago, memories from a certain wilderness.

In fact, Krishna thought Arjuna had come with him, but that was not the case. The person who summoned Arjuna was a soldier who had already died. Of course, since he was already dead when he appeared, Arjuna was not entirely sure.

Does this person possess the qualities of a Master? Or is this land responding to his mourning?

But regardless, today's hero has chosen a path completely opposite to that soldier's wish.

"You can't be distracted on the battlefield."

Beowulf, wielding his Red Hound, forcefully severed the hero's arrow, thus arriving before him.

Are you burning yourself up?

"Haha, sometimes you have to do things like a king!"

Beowulf laughed loudly, "This is a place where one seeks death, a hell perfectly suited for me to end it all alone!"

"You can't do it; your power is still too great—"

“Hey kid, I’m not powerless. Though I’m not as old as you, I’ve been through a lot of battles, so much death, so much love, and so much tragedy.”

The shirtless man reminisced about the great war that swept through the mystical world when he was alive, and couldn't help but reveal a tender sentiment of remembrance.

"In the end, as long as people continue to fight with their own will, just like now..."

He looked at Arjuna, who was silent and only focused on raising his bow, and continued to speak with certainty.

"I dare say that the era of heroes or mysterious rulers will end here. If those who bring disaster and extreme vicissitudes continue to devour the will of the people, then—"

The hoarse voice of the Nordic hero echoed between heaven and earth, flying into the distance.

"Surely, the sun of destruction will come."

……

same moment.

"Wait! Lord Karna, where are you going? Waaah—"

In the Indian camp, the hero who hadn't made a move yet suddenly headed towards the battlefield. This prompted the god, who had also been silent, to shout and try to catch up. However, the god twisted his ankle gracefully and let out a "chirp" sound like a small animal.

"I'm sorry, God Ganesh, I've already made up my mind."

"I see... I see. After all, he's my grandfather, so I had no choice but to intervene..."

Ganesh murmured, "I suppose I won't be able to make a move for long..."

Karna, who had reached the doorway, stopped in his tracks upon hearing Ganesh's words.

"I have a great father, and I have met many people along my path of growth, including my adoptive parents. I am not bragging, but even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, I am still fortunate to have met many people."

The hero who gave alms smiled gently, "This includes you, God Ganesh, Water Lord, and Fritjof. It's a wonderful encounter, and we are all able to be together in such a beautiful way. But I just want to do something that I can be true to myself."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a blessing before I leave..."

Ganesh waved his hand, looking helpless.

She is the chief deity of India, so any ceremony or ritual in India must be performed by offering sacrifices to Ganesh in order to ensure its success.

"Lord of the Himalayas, Grandfather, I pray to you from the bottom of my heart..."

"Please stop praying for me, God Ganesh."

Karna shook his head. "The place I'm heading to is the opposite of where we are going."

"...What made you make this decision?"

Ganesh wasn't stupid; after hearing Karna say that, he naturally understood that Karna was going to help the American camp.

“God Ganesh, do you know that someone once told me, ‘What you can take away is not just your own shadow, and what you leave behind is not just your own footprints’? And the person who said those words also did just that, so this is all I can do to respond to the mourning of this land. I’m sorry.”

Heroes, warriors, and people are all dying, just as in the epic of the Mahabharata, on the battlefield of Kuru, both sides brought thousands of deaths to the earth. Karna killed the son of the divinely given hero, and Arjuna also killed the son of the almsgiving hero.

As times change, everything shifts and even destiny disappears.

"Hmm... alright, since you've made this choice, I won't force you. By the way, who said that to you? It sounds familiar."

"It is the god Gavia."

"what?"

Ganesh stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Grandpa? Karna, you've met my grandfather? How come I don't know him?"

“When I was born, before my mother took me away and before I was taken in by my adoptive parents, the god Gavia held me in his arms on the Ganges River. Later, with his help, I met the best archer of our time, Duzhuo, and we became friends.”

"...I see. Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense that my grandfather had that kind of personality."

The little elephant god thought for a moment and realized that compared to his maternal grandfather, it was his maternal grandmother Durga's personality that was truly frightening; she was just too strict.

"Indeed, therefore, for the sake of those who embraced me, gave birth to me, raised me, and accompanied me, I feel proud of myself, so—"

Karna glanced down, smiled, and then headed to the battlefield without hesitation.

“I will make the sun rise again from this mourning earth.”

……