anwhile, a few hundred light-years away from the First Battle Fleet, another battle was taking place—at a scale far larger than anything the First Battle Fleet had encountered just now!! And it was proving to be even more brutal!!
"Damn! Where did these pieces of space garbage co from? How did these Minotaurs even amass that much support in such a short duration of ti!!" Keal cursed as he looked at the enormous fleet ahead of him!
Their numbers totaled upwards of twenty thousand ships. Based on their designs, five thousand belonged to the Minotaur clan—the sa old middle-level Tier 2 ships. (At any tier, technology, ships, and equipnt are divided into three levels: low, middle, and peak.)
anwhile, the remaining fifteen thousand ships belonged to powers unknown to him!! From the variety of ship designs, power levels, and the insignias, they clearly did not belong to a single faction. They were divided among five different groups, with their numbers split almost equally into three thousand ships each—or perhaps slightly more!!
Their firing power and defensive strength were clearly a level above the Minotaurs.
"Those ships likely belong to so Tier 1 factions!! Damn, does the Holy Region really have such significance?" Kael spoke, though there was a growing certainty in his tone. He thought inwardly, ’What nonsense am I saying? Of course it is highly sought after!! Who could be more aware of that than and the entire Void Fleet!!’
They were a fleet that primarily cultivated in the Galactic Domain—a place rich in mana, energy, and resources. Not only were the laws easier to perceive there, but energy was never scarce.
Though the Soul Region (the Holy Region) was only just starting to regain its forr glory and was not yet at the level of the Galactic Region, it was still crucial for the developnt of the Void Fleet. Other galactic powers clearly had the sa interest. Seeing these five factions, Kael realized they likely knew about the existence of the Holy Region and were here for it.
"Huh... these Minotaurs," he muttered, "really are not that dumb for once!! They know one of their most powerful fleets was taken down by us when that Minotaur Grand Admiral was released. The difference in strength should be more than clear to them!! Knowing they couldn’t keep this cake for themselves, nor did they possess the power to take the plate from our hands, they willingly sought an alliance with more powerful factions!!"
Kael laughed as he laid out the Minotaurs’ thought process. It was likely exactly what happened.
"If they think these asly Tier 1 factions—however powerful and nurous—can help them take us down... oh, they are in for a surprise!!"
With that, he clenched his fist. A dark thought crossed his mind: ’I have been itching for a way to release my frustration... and now, you all will be more than enough to quench it!!’
He didn’t forget the rits his fleet would earn by taking these space bugs down. "Hehe... looks like even with my bad luck, I still lucked out!! Hahaha!!"
Like a man possessed, Kael rubbed his hands together. He looked at the nurous enemy ships exchanging blows with his own fleet. A flicker of greed and battle intent flashed through his eyes, and he stood up.
"Crown!! Prepare my battle ch!! It’s ti I take the stage!!..."
Crown sighed, seeing the excited look on his master’s face. He felt there was no need to try and talk sense into him, so he simply followed the order. "As you command, Grand Admiral!!"
Crown’s eyes flashed with rows of code. In a hidden hangar, a ch standing nearly a hundred ters tall was being refitted with armor. It was completely black in color and, despite its imnse size, was incredibly sleek and aesthetically pleasing to the eye.
Its head was shaped like a dragon’s, with two horns popping out, and it featured a dark, angel-like wing structure on its back. The design made it look not only beautiful but truly awe-inspiring. Though no weapons could be seen anywhere, its armor was made of mysterious alloys and surrounded by a strange kind of mana that only made it appear more powerful.
Beneath Kael, a small pocket opened, and he dropped into it. It was a glass transport tube that led him directly to the ch’s inner cockpit!! Once inside, he quickly started the activation protocol. "Co online, Dark Blade!! It’s ti we test your might against the trash outside!!"
As the words left his lips, the cockpit—which had been almost completely dark—suddenly lit up. Showing him the view outside, he moved toward a circular platform. He sat upon the command seat, and a chanical arm lowered from the ceiling, connecting directly to his combat suit. It plugged into his spine, securing him in place.
His combat helt displayed a new interface as the neural connection between him and the ch began to initialize. Then, he heard a cool yet sharp voice:
"Welco aboard, Master Throne!! It is my pleasure to help you rid the galaxy of so space garbage," it added mischievously.
Kael smiled, hearing this. "Always playful, huh, Dark Blade?" He looked to his right through his helt’s HUD. There, he could see a dark blade with a dark, fla-like aura floating in the air. This was Dark Blade’s conscious form—the shape of a black sword.
"Hehe!! I learned that from you, Master!!" Dark Blade added.
Kael: "..."
"YOU!!" Kael was speechless, cursing inwardly. ’Learned from ? Am I like you? How could you possibly say you got this playful trait from !! Huh? When was I ever playful? I don’t have a playful personality; if anything, I’m a serious kind of person! Don’t you know that? How dare you...’
’Whatever, I won’t talk to you about this now. I’ll deal with you once this is over,’ he thought. Kael was only keeping these thoughts to himself because he truly feared being criticized by the Dark Blade, just as others were criticized by their own weapon spirits!! Believe it or not, no matter how much he argued with Dark Blade, he knew the spirit would criticize him until his face turned black and blue with sha. Not red from blushing, but black and blue—as if he had been beaten. The only difference was that it wasn’t a physical beating, but a ntal one!!
"Okay, okay... start the Spiritual Synchronization!! We are in a hurry here!!" Kael said, a hint of frustration and eagerness in his voice.
"As you command, my Master!! Do cooperate this ti, unlike the last ti... if that happens again, don’t bla ! It will be your fault for not synchronizing properly. Your head will pay the price," Dark Blade warned him before starting.
Hearing that, Kael shivered with fright. He rembered what had happened the last ti he tried to synchronize his spiritual power with Dark Blade’s—which was just as pure and strong as his own, if not more so!! Back then, he hadn’t taken the process seriously; he had ignored the proper thod and tried to force the synchronization with brute strength, believing his spiritual power was strong enough to enforce his will.
He had been wrong—very wrong. That resulted in a backlash between his spiritual power and Dark Blade’s, damaging both of their spirits significantly!! It had taken them both a week to heal.
During that ti, it felt like millions upon millions of golden spiritual ants were eating his mind and his power... the pain was truly imnse. It wasn’t just a "re headache" like Black Wing had said; even now, rembering it made him feel a sense of dread!!
Unlike Kael, Dark Blade was lucky enough to be quickly healed by the Imperial Commander. As for Kael himself, the Commander refused to heal him as punishnt for doing what he wasn’t supposed to do. The weeks following his eventual recovery were the most brutal days of his life.
He was dropped into the most dangerous zones of the Origin Planet, where he barely survived against nurous "Absolute" beings—creatures far more powerful than he was. After finally erging from the inner region of the Endless Mountains, he was thrown into the Void Tower. There, he was tortured by legendary warriors who beat him to a pulp ti and ti again for an entire week.
He was dropped into the most dangerous zones of the Origin Planet, where he barely survived against nurous "Absolute" beings—creatures far more powerful than he was. After finally erging from the inner region of the Endless Mountains, he was thrown into the Void Tower. There, he was tortured by legendary warriors who beat him to a pulp ti and ti again for an entire week.
By the end of it, he was barely able to defend himself against their brutal attacks. That feeling was truly terrible, and it was there that he learned an important lesson—a lesson he wouldn’t dare forget. After all, who knows? If he repeated a mistake like that, only God knows what the Imperial Commander would do to him in his "Devil Form"!!
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