Looking at Tristan, Mara stood up and brushed her hair away from her face. "The king's suitor?! Me?!" she thought, veins bulging as she clenched her teeth and frowned. – Many have already said that! Do you think that because you have shiny tattoos and know how to fly, you can beat me? I'm the princess of Death, you irrational fool! The emissary of destruction! The general of the army of death! The leader of the armies! – Exclaiming, she released her aura and appeared behind Tristan.
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Arthur followed the confrontation between Mara and Tristan from his camp, his hand on his chin. "Tristan is no match for her. I think it's time for me to enter..." he thought, his brow furrowed.
At that moment, trumpets began to sound. There were myriads of soldiers, all united in one voice, singing one hymn...
The hundreds of thousands of soldiers dressed in blue and black uniforms marched in unison. – Qin-Shi Huang Di, the Emperor Where It All Began... – The chant echoed throughout the meadow, the sound managed to drown out the atmosphere of ice and blood on the battlefield.
Arthur, seeing Qin arrive, smiled. – I've never been happier to see someone...
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On the battlefield, Mara, with Tristan's blood on her hands, looked in the direction of the noise. – What is that?! – she questioned, holding Tristan's collar.
Tristan, on the ground with blood running down his mouth and nose, heard the song and laughed. – Finally! – he said, opening a bloodstained smile on his face.
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In the Union camp, Zeus looked at the two approaching armies with a firm posture, his hands behind his back and his eyes filled with arrogance. – So, it's that human who dethroned Ming... – he blurted out through clenched teeth.
Perseus, standing behind the statuesque Zeus, observed. – Beside him are the kings of Surtir, Anain, Vanain, and their armies... They easily reach a million men, – he said, his skin pale.
The charming and elegant prince of Valkoria looked at the battlefield, sweating profusely. "This war is taking a strange turn; it was in our hands..." he thought, glancing at Arthur's camp.
The queen of Hiyunnis, seated, stared at Arthur's army. "How is it possible?! They're crushing our army, and they still have reinforcements?!" she thought, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Off to the side, the Jinhan Queen sat looking at the battlefield with quivering lips and pale skin. "I need to get out of here..." she thought, glancing around nervously.
King Njord, perspiring, stood up. – God king, I'm sorry to inform you, but it's not good for a king to stay away from his palace for a long time, so... – he said with a nervous smile.
With veins bulging on his face, his fists clenched, his teeth gritted, and his eyes completely blue giving off sparks, Zeus concentrated his entire killing intent on just one thought. "Die!"
Njord, the king of the giants, fell dead to the ground.
The king of Cirya, in a white robe, seeing Njord on the ground, retreated with pale skin. "He died with just one look?! Only with the intention?! Is this the power of the Deity Realm, Godhood?!" he pondered, looking at Zeus.
Poseidon looked at them. – Does anyone else want to leave?! – he asked with a slight smile.
The kings and queens, with trembling bodies and bowed heads, shook their heads. – N-No... – they whispered in trembling voices.
...
Minutes later, at Arthur's camp, the kings got off their horses and approached Arthur.
Looking out over the battlefield, Arthur had his hands behind his back. – King Gu, King Frey, and King Thalor, make yourselves comfortable! Enjoy the show... – he said, pleasure evident in his words.
King Gu, King of Surtir, of average height, with short brown hair, cheerful brown eyes, and dark skin, wasn't a striking figure. He wore a red and gold kimono and a crown of red diamonds on his head. He had a bright smile when he sat in an armchair behind Arthur. – Thank you very much, King Arthur, – he said, looking at him.
King Freyr, a white elf with a gleaming royal white and green kimono, graceful white hair accompanied by a crown of golden flowers, wise green eyes, and deep white skin, sat in an armchair, looking at the battle. – They managed to hold on very well, – he observed, seeing Arthur's army shine.
King Thalor, King of Vanain, a dark-skinned, white-haired, blue-eyed dark elf with a black and gold kimono and a necklace of golden shark teeth, sat next to the kings, laughing and clapping. – Clear! It is expected of king Arthur, son of Pendragon! – he exclaimed, looking at the fluorescent soldiers.
Tall, with unkempt black hair, sleek and firm brown eyes, a well-defined and athletic body, and fair skin, Qin-Shi Huang Di stood next to Arthur in a black and red kimono with a gold crown in his hair. – Why haven't you entered the battlefield yet? – he asked with a bright smile.
– I'm waiting for the right moment, – Arthur replied with a smile.
Qin-Shi, laughing, said, – Are you waiting for Zeus' fury to reach its peak? – he asked with his hands on his hips.
Smiling, Arthur sat down in an armchair. – Yes, when he's at the peak of his fury, he'll stop thinking, then it will be easy to take his head off, – he said, leaning back in his chair.
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On the battlefield, Queen Andromeda, wearing a blue and black gi with her face covered by a hood, moved with mastery and elegance.
Arthur, in his camp, watched her movements. "Her movements with the sword are similar to a dance... Very poetic, typical of the Bloody War Art... Gentle, yet powerful movements, flashy but elegant... Her cuts are delicate, but unstoppable... She's an excellent martial artist..." he thought, admiring her skill.
Andromeda tore the neck of one Union soldier, dodged another's blow, and slashed his throat. "This is amazing, I've been here for two days, but I'm not tired yet..." she thought, with a bright smile on her face.
Prince Alucard Olympus, seeing Andromeda finish off his soldiers, charged toward her. – Who is this soldier?! – he thought.
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In the Union camp, Artemis took her divine bow and an adratium arrow, pointing it at the murim soldier wreaking havoc on the Union army. Her almost non-existent breathing and furrowed brow, she silently released the arrow. – Die! – she whispered, imbuing the arrow with her Qi.
On the battlefield, Andromeda, fighting Union soldiers, was struck in the shoulder by Artemis' arrow and in the back by Alucard's black sword.
Alucard called his sword back into his hands, and with it wet with her blood, looked at it. – You're a headache! I don't believe you're just any soldier, since you came in here we started to lose... – he grunted, slowly approaching.
Andromeda, with a hole in her stomach, her hand trying to stop the blood, breathed heavily. "I spoke too soon..." she thought, her voice trembling. – I-I don't know what you're talking about!
Alucard, sword in hand, grunted. – Enough talk! The name of my sword is Life Ender, and it desires your blood! – he revealed, advancing at a speed almost imperceptible to Andromeda.