In the Union camp, king Poseidon stood beside Zeus, his gaze fixed on the chaos unfolding below. The sound of clashing swords and the cries of soldiers filled the air.
– Let's get this over with, like in the old days, brother! – Poseidon exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. He turned to look away from Zeus, his trident gleaming in the dim light of the lightnings.
Zeus, his face contorted with veins of frustration, sighed heavily. – No! It would be a scandal if the most powerful gods had to fight mere ants. – he said, running his hand over his face, the tension palpable in his every movement.
As Poseidon scanned the battlefield, his eyes narrowed, the veins on his forehead pulsating with anger. – Why can a bunch of mere mortals kill my pirates and hold back two million soldiers?! – he questioned, his voice a growl of disbelief.
But then, something caught Poseidon's eyes, the destroying movements of Gubong, Bedesvire and Windsom. Their precision and techniques were undeniable.
– And who are those three who are decimating our army?! – Poseidon demanded, clutching his trident tightly, his knuckles turning white.
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On the battlefield, Arthur's army stood firm, their resolve unwavering, while the Union army faltered.
– AHHH!! – a Union soldier screamed, his chest pierced by a sword. Blood sprayed into the air, mixing with the mud beneath their feet.
A soldier of Arthur, with his hand buried deep in the stomach of a Union soldier, shouted. – Kill them all! – as he yanked his hand out, leaving the enemy to collapse in agony.
– By the gods... – a Union soldier muttered, his pale and trembling as he saw an army of arrows descending upon him like a storm of death.
Windsom, wielding his katana with lethal grace, he used the secret art of the Ashura and, sliced through the neck of one enemy and pierced the chest of another. He sighed his breath visible in the cold air. – How tiring! – he exclaimed, using his inner Qi and his mastery over Ice arts to freeze ten enemies. With a snap of his fingers, their necks shattered like brittle glass.
– HAAAHH!! – a Union soldier screamed, his blade slicing through the neck of an Arthur soldier, the soldiers blood splattering across his uniform.
Gubong, his aura unleashed like a tempest, used the technique of Absolute Substitution to fortify his body with Qi. With two swords moving at blinding speed, he left only traces of his movements visible to everyone's naked eye. – The lord was right, these idiots are weaklings! – he declared, his uniform bathed in his enemy's blood.
Behind Gubong, a Union soldier, his chest torn open, fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.
–Agh!!! – another Union soldier cried out, his heart removed, collapsing in a pool of his own blood.
Captain Bedesvire, his keen eyes analyzing the ten enemies approaching him. "These scars, and their weapons. They must be pirates from the eighteen pirate strongholds?" he thought, analyzing their posture with a martial artist's experience.
The ten pirates in Union uniforms, armed with axes and machetes, charged toward Bedesvire. – Let's attack him! He's a captain. – they murmured, their voices filled with a mix of fear and determination.
– Aakh!! – a soldier of Arthur choked on his own blood, due to the cut in his throat.
Bedesvire sighed, drawing his sword from its scabbard with lightning speed and appearing behind the ten pirates. – Do you think pirate martial arts are something? Go back to the haven from which you came! – he exclaimed, sheathing his sword with closed eyes.
The ten pirates suddenly stopped, their bodies falling apart as some heads rolled to the ground.
– No! Please don't! – a Union soldier screamed as Gubong approached with a menacing kill intent.
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The kings of the Union sat at the foot of the tents, perched on a high place overlooking the battlefield. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds being the distant rumble of thunder and howling wind. Everyone knew that Zeus and Poseidon were seething with rage.
The kings and the prince of Valkoria each sat in their armchairs, fear etched into their faces. Zeus and Poseidon, two of the strongest men in the world, glared at Mara with veins bulging on their faces
Mara turned her head towards the princes, avoiding eye contact with the Olympian brothers. Feeling their piercing gazes on her back, she whispered. – L-Let's go down to the battlefield and end this problem! – Sweat trickled down her face as she ordered the princes.
The princes, terrified of Zeus and Poseidon, bowed their heads in submission. –So, it will be done, captain! – they exclaimed in unison.
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At Arthur's camp, all the commanders and Prince Persival were gathered behind Arthur as he surveyed the battlefield, and his robes flowed. The air was thick with anticipation and the smell of iron and blood amplified the dread.
Arthur, with his back to the queen, Persival, the general, Lancelot, Tristan, Ryu, Callen, Orion, Mey, Astrid and the Neythiri said. – Do your best to capture the captain of the princes of war. I want her alive, I have plans for her. She's the woman with gray hair, yellow eyes, and a menacing posture. But if you have to kill her for your safety, so be it! – he commanded, his voice steady and resolute.
– Men, be careful. She is extremely intelligent and treacherous, and worst of all, she is a high-end martial artist. Some venerate her as a goddess. Don't get carried away by her beauty and her developed and pleasant body. She is one of the most beautiful women in the world, but she is one of the strongest people too. – Arthur continued, his gaze unwavering.
Mey sighed. – If Hera heard that... – she whispered to Neythiri.
Neythiri, looking at Arthur, squeaked in agreement.
Andromeda, curiosity and anxiety mingling in her thoughts. "He never looks at women. What is different about this girl...?" she wondered. – Can I ask what relationship you two have? Wasn't she the one who arrested you years ago...? – He asked, looking at Arthur's back.
Persival rolled his eyes in jealousy and squeaked subtly. "This man with women! He already has four of the hottest women in the world dying for him in Camelot, now he wants the Phoenix Princess of Death too...?" wondered with jealousy etched in his face.
Arthur smiled, cunning and schemes dancing in his eyes. – She's a good acquaintance, and someone who will be very useful to us. – he explained, his tone calm and measured.
The Queen, the commanders, and Prince Persival behind Arthur, exchanged glances, noting Arthur's bright smile.
Astrid, her face flushed with nervousness, called telepathically. [Orion...]
Orion, smiling reassuringly, replied. [Don't worry, my son won't grow up without a father.]
Arthur, running his hand over his face, turned to look at them and sighed deeply. – I'm not going to lie to you... I don't know if we'll be alive tomorrow, maybe not... – he confessed, his expression shifting from cold determination to genuine worry.
Andromeda, noticing the change in his demeanor, whispered worriedly. –Arthur...
Astrid and Orion exchanged anxious glances, swallowing hard.
Persival Treadway, looking at the king, smiled brightly. – Our lives do not matter, as long as future generations live in peace! – he exclaimed with unwavering conviction.
Arthur, looking at them, then turned to his mother. "I-I... Am I afraid? I?! The great descendant of Pendragon? Am I, a titan, the prophesized Dragon, afraid? And of a human who calls himself a god?" he thought, sighing deeply, his mind racing with doubts.
Mey, sensing the king's concern, telepathically urged Andromeda. [He needs you. Go to him.]
Hearing Mey's words, Andromeda approached Arthur and whispered. – Son, are you okay? – her voice was soft, filled with concern.
Arthur looked at her for a few moments before pulling her into a tight embrace.
Lancelot, seeing the two embrace, smiled. "At the end of the day he's still human... I believe that makes others calmer. The king was already looking like an insensitive monster..."
General Cassilda observing the two, asked. – King Arthur, what ails you? – Her voice gentle but filled with curiosity.
Andromeda, hugging Arthur tightly, noticed the intensity of his embrace. "What's going on?" she thought, whispering in his ear. – Son, talk to me...