"Even if you have to lay down your life, make sure the holy altar doesn't get a scratch. Do I make myself clear?" An old but fierce abyssal said as he looked at the new batch.
"Yes, Sir!"
The voices of the new guardians echoed in the underground hall.
The sharp gaze of the old guardian softened as he sighed. "We're leaving our treasure in your hands. Protect it, please."
"With our lives."
The new guardians placed their fists on their hearts and lowered their heads.
The old guardian nodded slightly and left the underground hall where he met up with the previous guardians of the holy altar.
Two mid level 9s and two high level 9s, including himself.
"Let's go, brothers." He said with a smile.
"Yes! If Mars wants an all-out war, then we will give them an all-out war." The other high-level 9 said.
"Death or Victory!"
"Death or Victory!"