Sky Mountain, Thaddeus, clad in red armor, floated in the sky. He stared off into the distance, with an indifferent expression, his figure casting a majestic shadow on the land below him.
Behind him floated ten king-rank warriors, behind them, a thousand supreme-rank warriors, and Arrayed behind them hundreds of thousands of novice and veteran warriors,each fully armed with shimmering bows and arrows.
Their bodies radiated a bloodthirsty aura that seemed to darken the air around them.
"Ancestor, we are ready." said a female king-rank warrior, her voice laced with battle intent.
Thaddeus nodded slightly, then spoke in a calm tone, "Remember, do not let your guard down….we fight not just for victory, but also for the honor of the Sky clan…. now go and show our enemies why we are the rulers of the sky!" His words echoed in each warrior's ears, no matter how far they were from him.
"Yes!"
The warriors shouted in unison, their voices causing the surroundings to tremble. Then they shot off at extreme speed towards a specific direction.
Thaddeus, now floating alone, he gazed at the mountain below him, then whispered, "HOPE," after which his body started to pulse with the aura of the true meaning of wind. He then flapped his wings, his figure vanished, reappearing 600 meters away a second later.
Meanwhile, in a clearing right outside the barbarian empire, hundreds of thousands of barbarians, clad in armor crafted from animal parts, armed with spears, axes, giant hammers, shields, and giant swords, stood ready. Their bodies radiated pure savagery.
At the front of this army, facing the opposite the empire, stood ten king-rank barbarians.
Among the ten, there was one that stood out, Standing 12 feet tall, his long and wild hair floated upwards defying gravity. Mal, the second son of Empress Alexandra, also known as the strongest king-rank warrior, he gazed at the forest in front of him and then commanded in a calm tone,
"advance!"
With that, the army of hundreds of thousands of barbarians started to march to the predetermined battlefield.
At the same time, Empress Alexandra stood on top of the Empire Palace, gazing at the marching army with an indifferent expression, countless thoughts flashed through her mind. her body started to pulse with the true meaning of speed, after which she vanished.
Perseus, now an emperor, stood at the center of the forest of webs, his body radiating the aura of the true meaning of poison.
Surrounding him were countless beasts of different shapes and sizes. "The time has come….Now is the time we knock those arrogant enlightened ones off their thrones… now go and kill as many enlightened ones as you can!" he hissed.
"Roar!"
The beasts roared, then sped off toward the battlefield, trampling everything in their sight...
….
A few hours later, a huge barren land located between the three empires.
Bam! Bam!bam!bam!bam!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The barbarian warriors' footsteps caused the ground to shake, and the Sky Clan warriors blocked out the sun.
They divided the battlefield into three areas: an area where warriors below the supreme rank would fight, an area for the supreme, and an area for the kings.
Without a moment's hesitation, the two armies clashed.
The battlefield for warriors below supreme was completely chaotic. The Sky Clan used their aerial advantage, keeping their distance and attacking with their bows, while the barbarians would throw spears and large rocks at the Sky Clan warriors. Every second, hundreds of warriors from both sides would die gruesomely.
Soon the battle was littered with craters and bloody body parts.
At the supreme level, the battle was akin to a natural disaster, with massive storm like shockwaves extending two kilometer, giant craters tens of meters in diameter, and sonic booms constantly echoing out. But unlike the warriors below the supreme rank, they fought with order and precision, each of their movements calculated and deliberate.
The Sky Clan supreme warriors moved like a flock of starlings, forming and changing intricate patterns in the sky every second as they launched devastating supersonic arrows down on the barbarians.
The barbarian Supremes, on the other hand, would stand shoulder to shoulder and hold giant shields tightly to form a wall, blocking the arrows. After which, they would counterattack by creating a small opening in the shield wall, then placing spears on the shoulder of another barbarian, aiming it at the Sky Clan supremes, then kicking or punching the end of it, launching it at the Sky Clan at supersonic speed.
In the area reserved for king warriors, the battle was a spectacle: 10 barbarians vs. 13 Sky Clans, with Mal, leading the barbarians, while the girl from the valley, Ava, leading the skyclan.
Both sides stood 100 meters apart, staring at each other with murderous intent, their wills clashed.
Boom! Boom!boom!
The air itself cracked along with the ground beneath them, spider-like cracks extending hundreds of meters out. Both sides fought for dominance, and after a few seconds of their wills clashing, they came to the conclusion that their wills were equal.
They all stopped attacking with wills and decided to fight for real. Both sides vanished, arriving infront of each other in an instant.
Even Before they made contact with each other, the ground in a radius of a hundred meters cracked creating a huge crater dozens of meters deep.
Boom!
They made contact with each other, fists vs wings, the ground collapsed further, and sonic booms echoed out. Ava and two other sky clan supreme attacked Mal, while the others fought one-on-one.
Their figures flickered, spacing out, giving each other room to fight… Mal's figure flashed and reappeared hundreds of meters off the ground, along with the three Sky Clan supremes, Alertness filled their eyes as they stared at Mal.
They had heard tales of Mal, and if what they heard was true, even though they outnumbered him, they would likely lose or, much worse, die.
But they had no other choice; this was a battle they have to fight…
Even though supreme rank warriors couldn't fly, Mal stood in the air effortlessly as if he was on the ground. His hair floated upwards, and unlike the other kings, his body didn't radiate any aura. If not for his hair defying gravity and his huge muscular purple body, others would have thought that he was an ordinary creature.
He gazed expressionlessly at the three warriors in front of him and spoke in a calm tone,
""Do you three really think you can defeat me with numbers?…If so, you are all in for a rude awakening."
The three Sky Clan supremes exchanged glances, and then the ava spoke, "We fight not just with numbers, but also with the honor and skill of the Sky Clan. Mal, you may be strong, but we are not weak either." her voice resolute. To be honest, their goal wasn't to kill Mal; they knew better. The order they received was to keep him put so that he can't interfere with the ancestor's plan.
"What nonsense. Honor? Skills? Let's see how far that gets you in front of absolute strength," Mal chuckled.
With that, Mal extended his right hand out, the air around him started to warp and ripple.
"BAM!"