Limitless Evolution: I’m The New Dragon God?

The morning sun spilled golden light across the city's white stone streets as Ryuzen and Venus prepared their gear. Their packs were light, but the weight on their shoulders was heavy.

John and Maki clasped Ryuzen's hand firmly. "We'll keep things in order here. Don't worry about us," John said, though his voice carried a faint edge of concern.

Maki gave Venus a warm smile. "Stay safe, little Sister. You both come back in one piece."

Evangeline stood at the doorway, her hand resting on Runa's shoulder.

The girl clutched the hem of her dress, eyes shimmering. "Brother Ryu… Sister Venus… you'll come back, right?"

Venus crouched down and ruffled her hair with a smile. "Of course we will. We promised, didn't we?"

Ryuzen offered a rare, reassuring smile as well. "Runa, you must protect them until we return, alright?"

"Yes, brother Yuki..no I mean Brother Ryu." Runa just slipped her tongue, but corrected herself fast.

Evangeline gazed at Ryu's eyes and saud with emotion. "I know you would protect my daughter well. But please take care you yourself too, Son."

The words stunned Ryuzen. Nobody ever said that to him.

He nodded back with faint smile, understanding he now had a home to return to.

With farewells exchanged, the two stepped out, their figures swallowed by the bustling streets of Atlas Skycity.

Their destination lay beyond the eastern district, where the grand black citadel of the Blood Legion loomed over the skyline. Its towering peaks seemed to pierce the sky, its crimson banners rippling with the weight of authority and menace.

When they arrived, the sight before them nearly stole their breath.

Stretching across the horizon were endless ranks of soldiers, their armor gleaming under the morning sun. Formation after formation stood in perfect order, nearly a million strong, each one radiating disciplined killing intent. It was as if the entire ground trembled beneath the weight of their presence.

Above them, colossal magical airships floated like titans of steel and crystal, their runic engines glowing ominously. The deep hum of power resonated through the sky, ready to propel the fleet into the unknown.

Venus's hand instinctively tightened around Ryuzen's. "So this is… the true power of the Blood Legion," she whispered, awe lacing her tone.

Ahead, familiar figures waved them over. Rudos' cocky grin flashed in the sunlight, Felix stood with his usual refine temperament, and Irina's sharp gaze pierced through the sea of soldiers. Their party was whole again.

Buzz!

But then the atmosphere shifted. A pressure so intense swept across the grounds that the endless legions instinctively straightened in unison. Six overwhelming presences emerged at the forefront, their auras distinct and terrifying in their own right.

The Six Commanders of the Blood Legion had arrived.

Noah, the Fireball King, stepped forward first. Flames danced along his shoulders as if they were living extensions of his will. His eyes burned like embers, a calm yet terrifying reminder of the inferno he could unleash at any moment.

Beside him walked Aurora, the Divine Healer. Clad in radiant silver, her presence seemed to cleanse the very air. Warm light rippled gently around her, soothing even the soldiers' nerves, yet behind her serene smile lay power revered across continents.

Then came Dama, the female brute, whose towering figure and scarred body radiated raw violence. Muscles coiled like steel beneath her armor, her stride heavy enough to crack the stone beneath her boots. She smirked, daring anyone to challenge her dominance.

The others followed close—Lugh, his aura blazing with warrior's might; Mikael, the calculating strategist cloaked in black; and Nimo, the silent shadow whose restrained presence still cut sharper than any blade.

Together, their arrival made the air itself feel heavier. Even the endless army seemed diminished, like pawns standing before six living legends.

Venus swallowed hard. "These are the ones… we'll be fighting alongside?"

Ryuzen's golden eyes narrowed, resolve glinting within them. "No. Not just alongside… one day, we'll stand equal to them."

The six commanders stood at the forefront, their presences drowning out even the vast legions below. The soldiers held their breath, waiting. Then Noah, the Fireball King, stepped forward, his voice amplified by magic so that it boomed across the army like rolling thunder.

"Blood Legion!" His fiery gaze swept over the million-strong ranks. "The time of peace has ended. The Hollows are stirring once again."

A ripple of unease surged through the soldiers.

Aurora's calm voice followed, radiant yet firm. "The heralds of Azathoth march even now. Their abominations crawl from the abyss, and their target is none other than Atlas Skycity itself. If the City falls… the entire continent falls with it."

The name Azathoth alone chilled the hearts of many. Stories of the eldritch god's army were spoken like curses—unstoppable, merciless, unholy.

Dama, the brute, slammed her gauntleted fist into her palm, the sound cracking like a boulder splitting. "So what? Let them come! The Blood Legion exists for war, and we'll tear those Hollow bastards apart!" Her grin was savage, and her confidence sparked a roar from the soldiers.

But then Mikael's cool, calculating tone cut through the cheers. "Do not mistake valor for certainty. The enemy is countless. Even we… may not survive what is coming."

A heavy silence fell. The army stiffened, their eyes shifting uneasily.

It was then that Nimo, the silent shadow, lifted his gaze and finally spoke—his voice low but carrying a weight that silenced even the air. "That is why… we will name our successors."

The words sent a shock through the gathered ranks.

Lugh raised his hand, his warrior's aura blazing like a beacon. "Junior Blood Legion—step forward!"

At once, Felix, Rudos, Irina, Ryuzen, Venus, and others of their generation marched to the front, their presence pale compared to the titans standing before them. Yet the eyes of a million soldiers bore into them.

Aurora's gentle yet unyielding voice rang out:

"You are the future. If the Six Commanders fall in the battles ahead, the mantle of leadership will fall to you. From this moment, you are not mere juniors—you are heirs to the Blood Legion."