In that instant, hot blood surged to Rod's head, and he felt like his soul was going to explode.

Before him was a combat group of about twenty people, dressed completely unlike Trolian but wearing outfits similar to those of the warriors buried here, engaged in fierce battle with a large group of flesh puppets under the faint glow of firelight.

Most of the warriors had already fallen, with only a few struggling to hold on. Their spiritual energy flickered like candles in a gale, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

"Hold on, I'm coming!"

Rod roared fiercely, instantly biting his finger to activate the [Bright Red Tears] and unleashed the [Giant God Power].

Amidst the burning figure, a colossal Red War God rose from the ground, surging forth with an explosive wave of nearly 500,000 kel of spiritual energy.

Rod stomped the ground, which shattered beneath him, while the Red War God charged into the flesh puppet horde at unimaginable speed.

Boom!

In an instant, a vast swath of flesh puppets was overturned. These creatures weren't as powerful as the "terrifying flesh puppets" encountered in the fortress, and their size was considerably smaller, only being of twelve to thirteen levels in spiritual energy, with absolute spiritual power strength not exceeding 50,000 kel, making them akin to insects before the Red Giant God.

Rod unleashed his full firepower; the Red War God charged left and right, sweeping the field, and no flesh puppet could withstand his strikes.

Beneath the red giant fists, the flesh puppets were shattered and scattered everywhere, turning to ashes, seemingly beyond any hope of resurrection.

Within moments, all the monsters were slain by Rod.

Predictably, a flash of golden light passed before his eyes.

Disaster averted and humanity saved, Divinity +15

Rod beamed with joy; indeed, Saint Reel was truly the new source of divinity.

From now on, I am a Saint Reelian.

Dispersing the Red Giant God, Rod approached them.

At a glance, there were twenty-one in total, with only two standing—a gray-haired man and a blonde woman, seemingly uninjured but their spiritual energy severely weakened.

Just as Rod was about to speak, the woman spoke urgently.

Her language was a mix of Sarthan, Ancient Russian, Istak, and some new variations, but to Language Master Rod, it was no issue—as long as there was a thread, there was no problem he couldn't solve.

"I am Rod."

After hearing her lengthy speech, Rod mimicked their language and replied.

"Nice to meet you all."

The woman was momentarily stunned, then urgently exclaimed, "Rod? Rod? Are you new? Why are you wearing these strange clothes? What is this fire emblem? Where is your White Sect badge?"

Rod took a deep breath and solemnly stated, "Hello, my name is Rod, and I come from Fire King City Trolian, more than six thousand kellicam away from here. We have come through untold hardships to find you."

"From now on, we are no longer alone; in the Dark Epoch, there are other survivors."

He extended his hand towards the two stunned individuals, awaiting their response.

Within these brief tens of seconds, he witnessed the extremes of human expressions. Soon after, Horus, Qingyu, Jelaba, and others arrived.

He witnessed the same situation unfold again.

"They are my companions."

Rod smiled and repeated this sentence in two languages.

"We are all from Trolian."

In the next moment, the girl suddenly burst into tears, covering her face as she crouched down.

The man laughed wildly into the sky, yet tears poured down.

The people from Trolian were also filled with emotion; some shared knowing smiles, while others cried tears.

Horus spread the Bright Light in his hands, beginning to heal the wounded—this was the best way to express goodwill.

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