At this moment, the earth trembled as tens of millions of troops from the Kingdom of Thunder surged forward in unison. Their numbers were so vast, so overwhelming, it seemed as though the very heavens were darkened by the endless tide of soldiers. Like an infestation of locusts, they came in waves, their might undeniable, a storm that could not be resisted.
To gaze upon their ranks was to feel the weight of inevitability. The mere sight of such a monstrous force was enough to crush the spirit of any who dared to defy them. Thunder Country, once a small kingdom, had grown into a terrifying empire, devouring fifty nations in its wake. It was a beast whose power struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed its path.
Even now, as the battle loomed, the Lord of Thunder Country had personally taken to the front lines. In his wake, countless generals and warlords had gathered, each one an embodiment of strength and authority. The air was thick with the energy of their immense power, and their presence alone could turn the tide of battle.
Among the assembled, ten extraordinary warriors stood in full array, their mere existence enough to send chills down the spine of any who dared to look upon them. Around them, diamond-class warriors dotted the camp like stars in the night sky. These were not just soldiers; they were living legends, each capable of toppling mountains with a single blow.
It was a display of raw, unmatched power, a demonstration of the sheer might of the Kingdom of Thunder. A nation of billions, it seemed nothing could stand in their way.
Sitting on a throne of black stone, the Lord of Thunder spoke with a voice that carried the weight of a thousand storms. His body was like a mountain—muscles hardened and forged in the fires of battle, his aura exuding the terrifying power of thunder itself. Beside him, Thor's Hammer loomed—a weapon of legend, its surface crackling with purple lightning, each arc of energy like a harbinger of doom. The hammer's very presence radiated a primal force of destruction, a reminder of the Lord's supreme authority.
"Report," he said, his voice a rumble like distant thunder. "What of Lord Tang? Does he wish to submit before the might of Thunder Country?"
A messenger, his face pale with apprehension, stepped forward, bowing deeply before speaking. "Your Majesty, Lord Tang has replied. He refuses to surrender and dares to mock us. He claims that if we dare to continue our invasion, we will regret it."
The Lord of Thunder's eyes flashed with fury. "What?!"
His rage was like a storm unleashed, a fury so immense it seemed to crack the very sky. "This puny Lord of Tang dares defy me? A mere billion souls, and he believes he can resist the Kingdom of Thunder?" His laughter was dark, filled with disdain. "He will learn what it means to defy the true power of thunder. I will break through his gates and wipe his kingdom from the face of the earth. I will scatter his people like ashes and leave their cities in ruins!"
His generals and advisors stood in grim silence, understanding the terrible weight of his words. The Lord of Thunder had known nothing but victory, his wrath unmatched. Nations fell before him as wheat before a scythe. And yet, here was a defiant ruler, one who dared to speak of consequences.
His fury was a storm, and he could not tolerate this insolence.
"Your Majesty, please," one of his advisors spoke, his voice measured but filled with urgency. "The Lord of Tang's defiance is bold, yes, but we must not underestimate him. There are whispers that Tang has the protection of ancient gods—gods who have blessed their land with power."
At this, the Lord of Thunder let out a derisive laugh. "Gods? Ridiculous." He slapped his palm against Thor's Hammer, the lightning dancing across the weapon's surface. "If there are any gods, they are beneath me. I am the master of thunder, the only true god in this world. No false gods will stand against me."
The advisor, unfazed by the Lord's arrogance, continued, "It is said that three years ago, the Kingdom of Chen, a neighboring nation, fell to the wrath of these gods, leading to Tang's rise in power. Their population has swelled to a billion, and their strength has grown. It is wise to gather more information before we strike."
The Lord of Thunder scoffed, his laughter deep and thunderous. "What is a small kingdom to me? They claim gods, but they are nothing compared to the power I wield. No mortal or god can stand before me and survive. The so-called gods of Tang will be nothing more than whispers in the wind when I strike with Thor's Hammer. Their kingdom will fall, and their defiance will be crushed under my heel."
Booming~~
The very air quaked as the power of Thunder erupted from the Lord of the Kingdom of Thunder. A deafening roar filled the heavens as thousands of thunderbolts crackled and split the sky in an endless cascade of lightning. Each bolt was like the fury of the gods, a display of raw destruction that shattered the stillness of the world.
The sky darkened, as if the very heavens bowed before him, consumed by an ominous storm that heralded the arrival of an unstoppable force. The dark clouds seemed to swirl around him, and amidst the chaos, the form of the Lord of Thunder loomed larger than life. His presence was that of a god—an embodiment of the storm itself.
He stood there, as though the Thunder God had descended to the mortal realm, his body suffused with the supreme power of thunder. It was as if the heavens themselves had lent him their might, and the world trembled in response.
"His Majesty..."
As the generals and soldiers gazed upon this scene, their hearts swelled with awe and reverence. There was no fear in their eyes—only worship. To them, the Lord of the Thunder Country was not merely a ruler, but a living god. The sheer force of his presence ignited a fire in their veins, their loyalty and fervor reaching unimaginable heights. It was as if they had witnessed the very manifestation of divine power.
This was the power of absolute dominance—a power that no mortal could rival.
The Lord of the Thunder Kingdom was no ordinary man. He was a mortal body that wielded the might of a true god. And it was his power, the power of Thor's Hammer, that made the Kingdom of Thunder invincible. It was this power that had crushed fifty nations underfoot, that had shattered cities and burned kingdoms to the ground. With Thor's Hammer in his grasp, the Lord of Thunder was the embodiment of destruction itself—the one true Thor, whose wrath no one could withstand.