Atticus snapped a finger, and Ozeroth appeared beside them, irritated that he had been disturbed from his rest. Atticus didn’t give him a chance to speak.
"We’re moving straight towards the core. We’ll destroy anything else in our way," Atticus said, turning in a direction.
The others also turned, and the air around them seed to part, as though preparing for what was to co.
And then, in an explosion of roaring speed, they moved.
Five figures tore through the skies at blinding speed, the air and clouds parting in their wake.
They appeared like streaks of force splitting the world in five. With their speed, they reached the city in a blip, appearing in the skies above a vast city enveloped in a massive yellow do.
Atticus sent a glance toward the city and frowned. This wasn’t what he had expected. ’They were expecting us?’ he wondered.
The entire city was currently enveloped in the do, and within it, countless warships hovered in the air.
Below, on the ground, were millions of soldiers, each one ard to the teeth, clad in full armor and wielding a variety of weapons.
At the heart of the city hovered a warship so massive, it dwarfed every other one present. Above it were nurous well dressed n and won, along with warriors radiating powerful presences.
It looked like a fully organized army.
And that was the strange part. Even if the city had sohow learned of the Warbringers’ death, they couldn’t have mobilized this much force in such a short tifra.
It had only been monts.
Which ant one thing... they had been waiting for them.
"Halt!"
One of the well dressed n standing above the largest warship stepped forward, his cold gaze fixed on the five of them.
The man wore regal robes and looked more like a prince than a warrior. Atticus couldn’t help but notice so similarities between Nex and the kid.
Now that he thought about it, practically all the n and won on that massive warship bore so resemblance to him.
With his insane perception, it was impossible to miss the similarities, sa nose, sa eyes, sa ears.
’His kids?’ Atticus realized, before frowning. There were a lot of them. A ridiculous number.
Each one had a powerful aura, but none matched the Warbringers. Still... just how many wives did Nex have?
"I am LowerNex Three, the third son of the great god Nex," the man declared. "You are now in the airspace of the capital city of the great world of Vortharion. Whoever the hell you are, you are trespassing. Lay down your arms and surrender!"
"This Nex is even more delusional than ," Ozeroth muttered, shaking his head. "Who nas their kid LowerNex Three?"
The others nodded in agreent, but Atticus didn’t waste ti. If this army had chosen to stand in their way, then they’d simply be crushed.
He spread his perception toward the massive do, intending to mimic the mana signature. But he paused... it wasn’t made from mana.
Still, Atticus’s expression didn’t change.
If he couldn’t use his smarts... then he’d use brute force.
He reached for his katana just as LowerNex Three raised his voice again.
"This is your last warning!" he shouted.
At once, the surrounding warships began to glow with blinding energy. The army of soldiers stomped forward and shouted in perfect unison.
And above them, the sons and daughters of Nex flared their auras, preparing to battle.
And in the middle of all of it, Atticus responded with only two words:
"Sundering Storm."
None of the millions of soldiers gathered, and the billions in the city, had ever heard those words before, yet sohow, it chilled their hearts.
A storm of swirling mana exploded from Atticus, engulfing the entire city in a storm cloud of roaring wind and blue lightning.
Most parts of the city were plunged into darkness, and the gazes of the descendants of Nex, of the millions of gathered soldiers, of the billions in the city, widened as the enormous storm began to converge, and converge, towards the middle.
In the next second, the enormous storm compressed, twisting and coiling until it turned into a dragon of roaring wind wrapped around Atticus’ blade.
Billions gulped... just as Atticus brought down his blade.
The dragon descended. All the roaring and fury gathered in that one strike as it slamd into the shield.
Boom!
A shockwave hit the city.
Buildings swayed. The ground trembled. People lost their balance, and structures fell one after the other like dominos.
As the people regained their balance, they shot their gazes toward the skies... only for their hearts to thunder in their chests as though they would burst.
Crack!
It started from the point of impact, but true to everything, cracks began to form across the do, spreading rapidly as the seconds passed.
The people held their breath. Hoping. Praying for anything. A miracle. Sothing to save them.
Even LowerNex Three had squeezed his face, taking several steps back as he stared upwards with wide eyes.
"No... no..."
Everything he had said had simply been bravado.
The simple fact was: the Warbringers were their greatest weapon, and they had been sent to deal with so child god.
The sa one who was now currently breaking through their supposedly impenetrable do.
Which ant only one thing... the Warbringers had failed. He had killed them.
And if that had occurred, then none of them stood any chance.
The massive do shattered at that mont... and to the people of the capital city of Vortharion, it was as though their lives shattered along with it.
The slash of the roaring dragon hit the largest warship in the skies and...
Boom!
It exploded violently, tearing through it, shredding it to pieces.
The slash didn’t stop, it continued downwards, crashing into the ground.
The mont it landed another explosion erupted.
A wave of roaring force tore outwards, swallowing people, buildings, and all in its path.
A thick haze covered a portion of the city. And before anyone could even regain their thoughts, another two words echoed out.
Words that made their hearts freeze.
"Endless Blade."
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