With a smile on her face, the shaman Minnie watched Ackerman walk up to her and slowly said, "You ultimately chose this path after all."

Trying his best to pull his arm out of the snake sisters' embrace, Ackerman said helplessly, "What can I say? Most of my family died in the war, and my only friend has joined the gods. I really can't think of anywhere else to go but to follow the sons of the gods..."

Turning to look at Parney and Parly beside him, Ackerman sighed: "But why did you two also choose to join the Crusade?"

Parne puffed out her full breasts, her enormous serpent tail trembling as she shook: "I would rather join the army of the gods and fight for my faith than live a boring life in the mortal world!"

Parly looked at her sister, whose silver snakes above her head flicked their red tongues, and she laughed so hard her whole body trembled: "How strange, who was it that, upon hearing that their lover had left, disregarded their parents' objections and went straight to the temple to ask to join the Holy Order?"

Parne looked extremely embarrassed and reached out to grab her sister's ear, but the latter easily dodged it.

Looking at his playful sisters, Ackerman shook his head with a wry smile and said to Minnie, "On my way here, I heard from others that the temples here can also lead to the sacred domain of the gods?"

Minnie turned to the side, revealing the black dragon totem behind her: "I know what you're trying to do... This totem, like the sanctuary, is infused with the power of the Sons of Gods, allowing direct access to the sacred realm of the gods."

Ackerman gazed at the lifelike black dragon carved on the pillar, sighed, and tentatively asked Minnie, "May I...?"

Minnie nodded: "Go ahead, you deserve it."

Ackerman gave the old woman a grateful look, then composed himself and walked up to the totem.

The moment Ackerman reached out and touched the pillar, his soul was drawn into it and entered the sacred realm of the gods.

Beneath the dazzling golden tree, in a magnificent palace, a group of heroic spirits sat at a banquet, clinking glasses and engaging in lively discussions.

When Ackerman landed on the ground, everyone was startled by the strangely-looking dark elf.

Kasper stood up from the table, staring at the scar on the dark elf's face, and asked incredulously, "Ackerman?"

Ackerman looked at Casper, opened his arms, and said with a smirk, "That's right, it's me, brother."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Casper laughed and walked toward Ackerman, picked up the dark elf, and spun him around several times.

A dizzy and disoriented Ackerman patted Casper on the shoulder and shouted for him to get down.

After Ackerman landed, Casper took two steps back, stared at the other man's figure, and quietly asked, "You joined the Crusade?"

Ackerman was somewhat surprised: "You know about the Crusades?"

Kasper pointed to the heroic spirits around the table: "See those people? They are volunteers of the Holy Crusade, just like you. However, their conversion ritual failed, and their souls were taken into the Sanctuary by the Sons of Gods."

Ackerman looked in the direction Casper was pointing and saw several Heroic Spirits raising their glasses to him. Although they had smiles on their faces, their eyes betrayed their envy and regret.

Ackerman smiled and nodded, then pulled Casper aside and whispered, "How's life as a Heroic Spirit?"

A complex expression appeared on Caspar's face: "It's very comfortable and satisfying. Here, the scenery is beautiful and the four seasons are picturesque. You can enjoy an endless supply of delicious food and fine wine, and even acquire wealth that you could never have imagined in normal times. But the problem is that it's too comfortable, so comfortable that it makes you start to miss the old days."

In response to Kasper's complaints, Ackerman expressed his understanding: "There's an old saying in the arena: I love hell more than heaven."

Kasper nodded with a bitter face and said, "That's exactly right. I used to be constantly on the verge of life and death, but now that I've suddenly found peace, I feel uncomfortable every day."

Looking up at the radiant golden tree, Kasper sighed, "If one day the Son of Gods could allow me to participate in the war again, I would be willing to give up everything."

Ackerman began, “After joining the Crusader, I heard the shamans mention that the Sons of Gods are about to wage war against other nations. I suspect that whether it’s us alien races or you heroic spirits, we will all eventually have to go to the battlefield. Perhaps when that time comes, we can fight side by side again!”

Casper's eyes lit up, and he smiled as he grasped Ackerman's hand: "If that day ever comes, I guarantee we will be the bravest warriors under the gods!"

Ackerman patted the other man's back hard and nodded excitedly.

As his old friend's body gradually lifted off the ground and soared into the air, Casper waved his arms and shouted, "I look forward to that day! Remember! Until then, don't disgrace me on the battlefield!"

Ackerman gave a victorious smile, and his soul finally left the Sanctuary.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ackerman first looked at the smiling Minnie in front of him, then glanced around at the alien races watching from all sides, and said softly, "I saw my brother. He is doing well in the Sanctuary and made a promise with me to fight side by side again."

Orcs, werewolves, elves, tauren… the alien races of the temple erupted in cheers and shouts of approval, each praising the omnipotence of the Son of God and chanting slogans demanding victory over the enemy.

Minnie held out her hand, signaling everyone to calm down, and nodded with a smile: "The Son of Gods has issued a holy decree, and his Holy Army will soon face its first war."

Ackerman looked at Minnie and asked excitedly, "Who are our enemies? When will the war begin?!"

Minnie shook her head gently: "Our God didn't tell me the details, he only asked his followers to seize the time to train and make sure to win this war!"

The orcs pounded their muscular chests and roared, "No matter who the Son of God's enemies are, even those ancient demons, I can crush them with my power!"

A werewolf stuck out its tongue, licking its sharp claws while expressing its fighting spirit with a bloodthirsty and savage howl.

The lizardman pounded the ground with his enormous tail, emitting a piercing shriek.

The minotaur pawed at the ground with its hooves, its eyes bloodshot and thick white smoke billowing from its nostrils.

As for the elves, they looked disdainfully at the muscular but simple-minded alien warriors, while trying their best to guess the true identities of the enemy troops and intensely discussing tactical arrangements and marching routes.

Seeing this scene, shaman Minnie was pleased, but she was also secretly pondering something—who exactly was the enemy Todd was referring to?