We also have one, and he will be arriving very soon.

Look, just now.

For reasons unknown, the light on the horizon flashed twice, and next to the proudly-standing former king of Liveser, another figure appeared.

In the armor of the Dreya King, buried alongside King Reed, the identity of the person inside was about to be revealed. Under the eager gaze of the Dreya Knights, the King of Knights issued his voice.

"I once said, Dreya does not need walls."

"Why? My knights."

The roar ignited the blood beneath the steel and gold, "Because we are Dreya’s walls! We are the people’s sword and shield!"

Reed removed his helmet, his aged face like a wrathful lion.

"Tell me! How does Dreya treat traitors! How does it treat the Holy Light!"

The Dreya Knights raised their shields and spears.

"Follow the king’s will!"

War drums thundered in the hearts of every Dreya Knight, except for Queen Lina who looked astonished at her knights forming neat rows in the most standard battle formation.

Has my dream come true?

Lina was still the most deeply concealed person.

"Very well!" Reed raised his palm, within his iron gauntlet, black power began to shine.

"King’s Power, Defender!"

"Defender Knights! Crush them!"

On the Dreya Knights’ armor, crystal-like substances grew, covering their bodies like stones and gold, much like large blocks of crystal.

A massive tower shield formed directly in front, like a wall that instantly erected.

The wall began to move.

Without any acceleration, it instantly reached maximum speed defying physics, like a three-meter-high wall, charging forward in groups.

It was like waves of stone moving across land, vowing to shatter the Holy Light completely.

"Specter Hunter, assist the Defender in the attack!"

Without any hesitation, the once sworn enemies, the Liveser Rangers, appeared directly above the charging Defender horses, their fearsome ballistae covering the space above the wall, bombarding like rain.

Queen Lina, feeling the new power, only felt a weight on her back—not that heavy, really, just the weight of a falling leaf, but a knight in Defender form had very sharp perception of their own body.

She heard a lively voice by her ear.

"Hello, Queen Lina, I am Kayla Livesey, the queen of the Kingdom of Liveser, pleased to meet you."

"Mr. Reed was a friend of my grandfather, so, can we be friends?"

"What did you say?" Queen Lina, who hadn’t received any intelligence, reacted as any queen who had been self-reliant for years would.

Although, both Dreya and the Kingdom of Liveser had displayed their power, powers that currently seemed very formidable.

But in this world, a battle cry doesn’t mean combat strength.

Algernon, the commander of the Judges, smirked with disdain.

"Judges Legion, fourth-order ability."

"Shadow Clone, Blazing Meteor."

A great swarm of meteors, burning with flames, stormed towards the top forces of the two nations with the menace of a calamity.

As the saying goes.

If you can’t beat them, call for reinforcements.

As possibly the best practitioner of this saying in the world, Mr. Lyle Butler had never forgotten the power of the masses.

"Mr. Raymond is unreliable,"

"Other academy big shots, too distant to be reached, no willingness to participate."

Actually, the best ally was already confirmed.

Lyle looked at the black nanmu door in front of him, pushed the door open, and walked in. This time, no haughty Paladin King was there to open the door for him.

Twilight Memories, the gathering place for deceased Kings, where Echel and Reed belonged even after death, although they now fought for the living descendants.

Death was the only connection here. Only when Kings laid aside the pride of their lives could they dwell together, and now. Lyle’s goal was to stir up mutual fondness between them, to assist two human countries with which they had no interest.

Upon opening the door, the bustling sound of conversation reached Lyle’s ears.

Fortunately, they were all still there, perhaps enjoying some sort of group event. Since Lyle had given them the Hunger Flesh, they had spent more and more time frolicking outside—Kings were always good at enjoying themselves.

As Lyle approached, Mr. Irene stood in front of a host of deceased, dressed in incredibly ornate formal attire, with their crowns, as if to attend some noble social event.

Still wearing a mask, Mr. Irene, dressed as a dead man, extended an invitation to Lyle.

"Just in time, Lyle, we were about to attend a grand event, and we planned to invite you to observe."

Seeing the passionate smiles on the faces of the Kings, Lyle wore an apologetic smile.

"I apologize, everyone, I must decline your invitation and, very sorry, I need to interrupt your event."

"Please help me, help Mr. Echel and Mr. Reed. We need the help of Twilight Memories."

"The Kingdom of Liveser and the Kingdom of Echel are in crisis, I beseech you all, to extend a helping hand."

In the face of Lyle’s repeated bows, some of their expressions cooled.

Irene extended a hand to stop the others from speaking, looking at Lyle.

"Mr. Lyle, we are all friends here at Twilight Memories..."

"I understand! Mr. Irene, I know it’s somewhat despicable to ask for help in the name of friendship, but I am sorry, I have to do it, I have no conditions to exchange for help."

"Lyle, actually you can. You gave us Hunger Flesh, allowing us to feel reborn..."

"That was a gift, not a condition to beg for help, but still, I want to shamelessly ask for your assistance, gentlemen and ladies."

Irene’s voice carried a teasing note, "Don’t place yourself on a pedestal of morality, Lyle, it’s cold at the top."

He patted Lyle’s shoulder, "How about this, let’s make a trade. If you agree to join our grand event, we, Twilight Memories, will grant your request for assistance. How does that sound?"

"Agreed, sir."

"Very well, Lyle, let me first transport us to the location of the event."

After a series of stomach churning sensations, Lyle finally felt the ground beneath his feet again.

The cool mist, the warm light behind.

And the roaring not far away.

"Finally here? Was about to can’t hold out any longer, Paladins are truly f*cking strong." A irritable voice appeared beside Lyle.

"Shut up, you dead monkey, we were about to win!"

"What are you so stubborn about, if not for my troops, your Defenders would’ve been finished!"

Irene arrived with Lyle and the members of Twilight Memories, joining the two Kings.

"Lyle, as friends of Twilight Memories, we help friends, no request or urging needed. But your anxiety, it’s really amusing, do you like these two countries that much?"

It turned out, Irene’s so-called grand event was to help the two countries.

The Kings of Twilight Memories all smiled.

"We are the monarchs of fallen kingdoms."

"We’ve been forgotten throughout history, or erased into nothingness."

"To be forgotten, to rot away in memories, perhaps that’s our only fate."

"All we have left is the recollection of once splendid times, memories from the twilight."

"We are the Forgotten Kings."

"But, if someone dares erase our most treasured objects, along with our last beautiful memories."

"Then we’ll grind our remnants to dust and turn our rage into your fear."

"Feel the power of the Last King forgotten."

"Feel the wrath of the Forgotten Kings."