Onor and the others’ understanding of the Old Capital before the Great Destruction was probably about the size of three Carterburgs—Carterburg is now a first-class metropolis in the Westland, with seven walls, two World Trees, hundreds of War Treants, Elf Rangers counted in battalions, tens of thousands of Dwarven Shield Guards, all of which still fall under Malin’s factory guard troops. Carterburg also houses four fully-staffed Royal Guards, turning it into a massive city with hundreds of thousands of people. Malin had Bei Luo pull up a satellite photo. Including Onor, everyone fell into a deathly silence as they looked at the vast ruins on the greatly magnified planetary surface on the photo. After a while, Maya was the first to react. She turned her head to Malin and asked, "Is this the world before the Great Destruction?" Malin nodded, "Yes, this is the world before the Great Destruction; billions of lives lived in this urban area." Truthfully, Malin was also shocked the first time he saw such a vast urban district. Maya was silent for a moment, then sighed. Onor raised his hand, "Your Excellency the Eastern Sage." "Speak, what’s the matter?" Sage Qian smiled and raised his eyebrows. "It’s too large; do we have to search for a needle in a haystack?" This Director expressed the feelings of all the legendary warriors. "No worries, we’ve already marked the specific locations. The problem now is how we can get there—it’s the core area of the Old Capital. The Elf search parties have never been able to reach it due to the extremely powerful different kinds there; it’s too costly for the Elves." Jason walked into the hall and looked at Malin, "Recently confirmed by Cornerhawk scouts, the weather should be good for the next few days. The factories are making your equipment, and we should be able to proceed as early as six this afternoon." "No problem." Malin nodded and then stood up, stepping onto the stage: "For this mission, I will lead. You are all legendary, excellent warriors, but I still hope you can listen to my commands. We need to work together and not disgrace your honor." "Of course, Your Highness, can we see our equipment?" an Elf asked, raising his hand. "No problem, Sage Yu, take them to have a look." Malin looked at Sage Yu, who nodded, "Alright, please follow me. Thainan’s military factory will escort your mission." After Sage Yu led the legendary warriors away, Malin glanced at the remaining Onor and Kim Oakleaf. This master had a new name—rumor has it, due to contact with Malin, obtaining the World Tree fruit saved the mother tree on their island, thus earning a supposedly very honorable name. "This mission is extremely dangerous; I can sense it. Are even the legends considered consumables, Your Highness?" Onor spoke this way, but Malin could still see the intense battle spirit on him—this is a member of the Church of Justice, where danger is secondary to whether they can save the world. If it is both dangerous and world-saving, that is ideal. "You could say that, Onor. Haven’t you noticed that the legends from Thainan haven’t complained a bit? I don’t even need my eyes to confirm how much they trust His Highness Malin." Kim Oakleaf looked at Malin, "Your Highness Malin, if we can really save the world this time, perhaps there won’t be any more Chaos invasions in the future." "Perhaps, maybe those who signed the contract with those lunatics weren’t the four of them; maybe in the end, we’ll be busy for nothing, but either way, we can’t sit idly by, right?" Malin sighed here. His sigh was observed by the Elf ambassador, "No need to sigh, Your Highness. We are all willing to advance towards hell since the contract still exists, and the other side is the Evil God. We must deal with this contract," he said, looking at Malin, "We are willing to move forward with you. No matter how much is sacrificed, as long as we can destroy this contract, all the sacrifices our Elves make are worth it." Onor lowered his head, "Lord Kim Oakleaf isn’t wrong, Your Highness Malin. Before I came, I informed my fellow believers that if things really become irreparable, I will ignite my soul to light the way for them. They will spare no expense to enter the fray, as long as we can destroy the vile soul and the Evil God contract. It’s worth any sacrifice, Your Highness." Malin was silent for a moment; he understood the weight of it all, yet he was moved—Thainan’s legends had previously written battle epics, and this time, the requests to join the war from Thainan’s legends piled up like a mountain. Even the Rabbitfolk and Sheepeople chose to be brave like their companions. "I know, and if necessary, I will make sure you all receive sufficient honor. But until then, as long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I don’t want any of you to choose sacrifice, okay? I am the strongest among you. Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up." "Yes, Your Highness, it shall be as you wish." Onor and Kim Oakleaf simultaneously placed their hands over their chests in salute. Since time allowed, Malin used Spiritual Energy to create a sandbox of the districts they might pass through, then let Onor and the others arrange several sets of routes—an old rabbit always has three burrows. They had to choose several routes that would intersect with each other; this way, if problems arose, they could immediately switch to another path. The Elves excelled at avoiding pursuit, but the Knights of the God of Justice also excelled at prepared battles, so Malin felt assured entrusting this task to them. Malin took Maya to the factory to see if those legendary figures were overwhelmed by their new equipment. While on the way, Malin listened to Maya’s complaints, as Leopard Girl, as always, expressed some disdain for Malin’s fearless spirit of leading the charge. But in the end, even Maya understood that in such situations, if Malin didn’t walk at the forefront, he wouldn’t be able to rally everyone. "When I was little, I always thought Malin, you would be a great hero; I had a hero for a brother... but now, I regret it a bit because you’re so strong, Malin. So strong that I don’t even know if my constant worry is of any use," Maya said as she walked down the street leading to the northern city gate, watching Malin float in front of her. "I know you worry about me." Malin smiled mischievously, knowing well that his Leopard Girl truly cared for him. He also understood that this mission was extraordinarily dangerous—even for him—Old Capital Washington, now entirely ruled by different kinds, full of creatures never seen elsewhere. The Elf search teams had fought these beings three times. The first was an encounter resulting in a one-to-seventeen casualty ratio, with severely injured different kinds escaping. The second time, the Elf search party was ambushed, fighting three to forty and achieving a one-to-thirty-nine ratio; the sole survivor fled with the bodies of the different kinds, obtaining firsthand information on them. The third time, just the day before yesterday, Malin personally led an ambush on one kind, which turned out to be a divine abomination. It was the first time Malin felt pain—during the fight, he got three cuts on his forearm, which took him a day to heal. That’s the bad news; the good news is that this divine abomination was new to the Elf search team. After Malin killed it, the other different kinds in the vicinity fled, proving that if sufficient strength is displayed, these Spirits are not as brainless or insane as people believe. Of course, this is also the second piece of bad news. If possible, Malin would rather these different kinds were brainless lunatics. However, Malin issued a gag order to the Elves about this battle. He didn’t want his girls to worry. So, Malin reached out and held Maya’s hand. "Don’t worry, I’ll protect you all, just like before." This was Malin’s greatest wish, to save his loved ones and all the innocents in this world, his most profound desire. As for the add-ons... they were just add-ons, nothing more.