Thud!
With the last barrier shattered like glass, Halton was hit directly by Aengus’s fist.
He spun in the air like a whirlwind and smashed into the metal fence of the warship.
“Ahhh..”
His chest was caved in with a fist-shaped indentation, blood flowing out, creating a grisly scene.
As Halton lay in a deformed state, Aengus moved in to finish him off.
“Whoosh, Whoosh, Swoosh!”
Before he could, Aengus looked up to see several powerful figures. Their auras radiated, buzzing through the air, gathering above him in mere seconds.
Most likely, they had been alerted beforehand or simply heard the commotion.
Aengus remained calm even in the presence of so many Transcendentals. There were at least ten of them.
Ten SS-Ranks, and who knew how many more still hidden among them. It was an impressive number compared to the Araknis Kingdom’s forces.
In a way, this was to be expected from the Imperial forces. He’d heard rumors that they had even more back in their domain. This was merely the tip of the iceberg.
From the start, the Araknis Kingdom never had a chance of winning against the Imperial forces alone. The only way to defeat them was by teaming up with other kingdoms. However, the Imperial forces had anticipated this, taking proactive steps to foil any alliances.
The Transcendentals first looked at Halton’s miserable figure lying in the corner, whose eyes regained hope upon seeing them. Then, their attention shifted to the surprising young man who had caused all this.
They were enraged and displeased by the fact that someone from a small kingdom dared to infiltrate the Imperial forces so boldly. If others found out, they would become the laughingstock of the whole world.
Thus, they had to capture the one responsible for this and hang him to death after torturing him, to let the world know the consequences of going against the Imperial Army of the Kairos Empire.
“Apprehend him!”
“Boom, boom, boom!”
Instantly, an endless barrage of dangerous skills was targeted at Aengus.
He was already zigzagging between enemies on top of the deck, using his speed to his advantage. Some attackers used instant-speed techniques to catch him, while others unleashed destructive skills in flawless coordination.
“CREAK!”
The warship creaked heavily under their combined assault as multicolored energy signatures spread outward, visible to the soldiers below.
Warning commands echoed between the enemy armies of millions, instantly putting them on high alert. They scrambled out of their tents, readied their weapons, and looked up at the warship, witnessing the cataclysmic confrontation.
Even the massive command ship was beginning to buckle under the sheer might of the attacks. Some soldiers tried to get closer to see what was happening, but they were incinerated by the intense energy radiating from the battle above. Chaotic elemental energy only added to the destruction.
“Oh my god! Just who are they fighting? How many are there?” one soldier shouted in awe and curiosity.
“I can’t even see through this intense energy. Let’s get to safety, guys!” another muttered cautiously.
The soldiers, like a swarm of ants, rushed to a safe distance. Some stumbled and fell, getting trampled in the chaos, but no one paused to help. Humanity be damned!
Aengus found himself at a disadvantage due to the enemy’s coordinated assault. Ten SS-Rank powerhouses were no joke. It was like nonetheless astonishing see him unharmed, ignoring the faint marks of assaults.
“BOOM!”
The ship beneath them was instantly obliterated, leaving remnants of ash and smoke scattered through the air. Sharp metal fragments rained down like deadly drops, piercing the guards below and claiming lives in their path.
Aengus spread his mighty Dragon Wings, glaring down at the ten Transcendentals.
“Haha…”
Hovering in the air with a dominating presence, they grinned, feeling victorious as they forced him into a corner.
A stronger Transcendental floated forward, equipped with his own pair of wings, though they appeared pale in comparison to Aengus’s Dragon Wings. Aengus’s wings looked alive, seamlessly part of him, while the other’s appeared ordinary, like those of a common flying beast.
Despite feeling envious, the Transcendental feigned arrogance.
“Boy, tell me your name. Why go to such lengths for an insignificant kingdom? You’re incredibly talented; why waste your future on them? You could easily have a bright future if you join the Imperial Army. What do you say?” he offered, recognizing Aengus’s “potential”.
He knew it was no small feat to achieve Transcendental strength at such a young age. They would need to conduct thorough experiments on him, seeking the secret to his strength. Perhaps he could even be the key to Godhood.
They grinned sinisterly inside, their intentions malicious and treacherous.
Aengus smirked, seeing through their facade.
“Why would I need you when I have this strength? I’ll create my own empire, trampling whoever opposes me and rejecting peace.”
The Transcendentals’ faces turned ashen at his arrogant attitude.
“Boy, you’re foolish. This will only lead to your demise,” one of them sneered.
Aengus looked unbothered, continuing to smile and ignoring their unpleasant expressions.
“Captain Zero, we’re done,” a voice echoed in his ear.
In an instant, Aengus’s expression turned cold, catching the mental transmission.
“So, the time has come…” Aengus muttered, resigned to the inevitable.
The Transcendentals felt a bad premonition. Some among them had caught the mental transmission in the air and relayed it to the others.
It made them slightly tense.
The boy was an anamoly, and who knows what he do next
“What are you planning now? Tell us!” the first in command demanded, masking his panic.
Aengus looked back at the enemy soldiers, mourning the losses about to unfold.
Facing downward, he answered, “Nothing. I just thought of a way to even the battle. You have over 20 million soldiers. It’s time to reduce those numbers.” His voice was barely audible.
“What do you mean by that?” one of them asked, the foreboding feeling growing stronger.
“First Commander, we need to stop him quick!” one of them roared.
The first in command, angered by the situation spiraling out of control, lunged forward, determined to kill the source of his distress.
Aengus uttered only one word: “Ruination.”
