Flying back towards his group Damien's luck has been really high. He could possibly have millions more followers soon. When he met back up with his small army over the ocean. Damien nodded and the group flew off with his group towards the Hellion nation.
As the group spread past the beaches and past the forest at breakneck speed they were finally over civilization. What Damien saw shocked them. Besided even tiny villages having ten thousand residents, they were similar to human in every way. Their children played and went to schools, hunters and butchers, a tavern, there were guards parlaying with the people and they were dress in simple clothing but they were all content.
Damien was deep in thought when the where flying past a city. Here was much more lively, and violent. There were thousands of human slaves. They were actually breeding them. They were treated horrible many were injured and maimed. None seemingly had life left in their eyes. They made them fight like dogs for scraps or to simply be the one to live for thr next day. Damien didn't see this everywhere but in enough places where he would be seeking divine justice soon. The looks on all of the cultivators faces mirror Damiens thoughts.
Damien stopped after seeing the next 7th city under the horrid conditions.
"I can take the palace with small team. If the Emperor is a hassle I can hold him off until help arrives. I too feel the same as all of you. The power of their strongest warriors equals 3 of our weakest. I expect you all to return back with me to the sect. That's a direct order from you sect elder. Teams of 50 will Eliminate any threat in all of the cities and towns with slaves. If they are like the villages we seen upon arrival then leave them be. Damien pointed to the old man, the teen and the young woman. You three will take the palace with me. Let's move."
All of the cultivators disappeared. Soon afterward you could hear, loud explosions and buildings crumbling. Loud slaying sounds and bodies being ripped apart. Loud screams were heard in multiple cities from where Damien floated high in the sky. He would leave the cultivators to their business. Many of them were warrior long before beginning the path of cultivation. The trio flew for hours over the massive land mass towards the palace. All flying at high speed silent and focusing on the task at hand.
Inside of the palace the Emperor sat on his throne awaiting word to depart. Little did he know that word would not be coming. One of the team of 50 cultivators headed straight for the docks. There a massive battle would commence. Their first task was to destroy all of the ships. No matter what it would take many years to recover lost ships as massive as the Hellion ships.
Hours later, Damien and his group arrived at the palace and Damien was stunned at the natural fortifications. Their was a massive wall with sentry towers and guard frequently patrolling. sensing in would have been very difficult, Damien planned on knocking of the front door so their
defenses didn't matter. Staring at the intimidating black mountain, he saw the massive skeleton of a dragon who's head sat on the top like a hat. The rest of its skeletal body stretched around the mountain like a skeletal staircase. Damien laughed hysterically and the trio looked at their Elder strangely. The trio was looking at the number of troop they had to face. Damien knew their dilemma and what they were thinking. 'Am I stong' or 'will I make a mistake if I get tired and get someone killed'. These thoughts invaded their mind, intimidated by the large numbers. Damien whistled and chuckled.
"I'm sorry guys, but my eariler distraction isn't needed. This foolish Emperor provided me with one. Also remember, your no longer humans, your cultivators. Those are only threats to humans. They have never seen the likes of your kind before."
Confidence began so show in all of their eyes after hearing this. They remembered what they were capable of and what they had went through. To further ease their doubts Damien raised a hand towards the skeleton and proceeded to resurrect the Elder dragon. First the veins spread from the tail up it's back, through its skeletal wings, then up towards is skull. The muscles tissue soon followed by eyes tounge and a strange gland in the thick muscles in its throat followed by eyes and a massive brain and stem. Then black scales filled the beast in black scales that matched the mountain rested on. The monsters eyes shot open and it blinked twice before digging its claws in the mountains and letting it a massive roar. The tens of millions of Hellions scream in terror and wonder on how the beast was yet again alive.
Damien smirked and said one word. 'Kill.' Everyone moved on the attack including the black Elder Dragon
The old man attacked first lightening shown around his body he only used martial techniques. Every punch he threw sent a trail of lightning into the crowds. If he grab any of them they wer turned into dust. The bloodline technique thunder body, did just that. Turned the physical body into a walking lightening bolt, including the speed. Bright lights and the sound of thunder followed by massive craters lit up the battlefield. The loss of life was already massive and the other two hadn't even began yet. Damien was hoping for more of a challenge.
The current blue-haired teen was next. He summoned an extravagant ice armor and two ice long swords. His ability was to ability to control and manipulate frost, ice, snow, and cold temperatures in general. He also could transform into a smaller elder ice dragon and increase his physical stats drastically. Dragons strength can rival the God's depending on their ages. With her pyro kenesis and her 20 clones that she can create with her bloodline ability. So long as she has a clone alive she could never truely die. Each clone had her memories and thoughts and would all be absorbed by her mind when she reabsorbed them back into her body. She had every technique that Damien possessed in her alone and was the only one able to do so. She would be the most powerful next to himself, in the future. Each of he clones used a different weapon and worked together seamlessly. They were each carving paths deep into the ranks. None of them were even using their cultivation powers yet. Only the powers from their bloodline.
Now seeing cultivation in the mage world. They were lucky it was Damien who discover it in this universe and not a evil warlord. Well...it was also his fault that cultivation existed in the first place but whos counting mistakes? The cultivator physical bodies were too tough for the blades of the warriors and they were too fast for the mages to effectively cast their spells on. Their weren't groups of enemies like the mages were used and trained to deal with normally. Not to mention a newly woken pissed off dragon that finally took into the sky to reek havoc from above.
The Dragon was over 50 meters tall and a 65 meter wingspan it blot out the sun. Its massive roar burst ear drums and its wings wind power would knock nearby warriors off of their feet. Most Devastating was its black fire breath that the Hellion had no answer for. The dragon caused the most wide spread damage. With it flying back and forth spraying unstoppable black fire all around the palace. Destroying towers, building, farmland and anything else around the palace.
Damien needed these people to submit. The fastest way is total destruction of their capital city. All of the aura here was sinister. Damien joined in on the slaughter. Each swing of his kantana killed scores of enemy. He still didn't know what his bloodlines ability was or how to unlock it. The cultivators and Damien cut deep into the enemy ranks. Meanwhile the dragon had sealed off any escape with its fire and no reinforcements would be arriving for their aid. Damien would keep slaughter soldiers until the Emperor shows himself.
When they cut halfway into the enemy line the palace doors open and four powerful looking Hellions stepped out of the palace. The largest one stepped forward he had a single hor on his head and the rest of his body was chiseled with muscle and grey. He was 4 meters tall and wore no armor on his upper body and had black pants and boots carried a claymore on his back. The others were shorter. One wore full plate armor and carried a swords and sheild. The other smaller warrior carried a bow quiver and two shirt swords. The last was a sweating Archmage. Keilars grey skin turned white and he curse his fortune.
Just then the largest of them spoke in a deep voice. "By decree of the Empo-"
"Solar touch"
Blinding light shown and blinding the entire battlefield. When everyone except the cultivators eyesight cleared the top half of the Archmage was incinerated leaving only legs spouting blood all over his comrades. The entire battlefield was quite. Keilar was one of the strongest mages and had just broken through to the Sorcerer rank.
"No pesky mages this will be a battle of might. Plus that's one down. We already fought and I let him live once. I'm not so kind on my enemies if I have to see them twice on the battlefield. Skip the speeches you're three against my strongest three. Only kings needs need to deal with kings."
The insulted brute was enraged all three released a mysterious power and all of their stats increased to that of the cultivators physical stats. The three generals blurred from their spots and a giant clashes that sounded like explosions ripped the battlefield. Weaker enemies and debris went in every direction.The unfortunate souls near the impacts were ripped to pieces by missed sword strikes or flying projectiles.
The real battle to claim the known planet was just beginning.