"ALL STEP BACK!!!!"
The sudden shout shook the entire wall.
Every soldier turned, startled.
Then—
A blur shot through the sky.
Javier.
The young monster of Armand leaped from Buddy, flipping through the air, his eyes burning with rage.
He landed on the wall with a loud impact, dust kicking up around him. His presence alone made the soldiers instinctively step back.
Then—his voice bood across the battlefield.
"Take my father and mother, and all the soldiers OFF the wall!!!"
A deep silence followed. The soldiers looked at one another in shock.
Javier's eyes remained locked on the incoming enemy. His mana erupted, a violent surge of power shaking the entire wall.
Then—
His final words shook the very foundation of war itself.
"THIS IS MY WAR!!!"
Javier stood tall on the wall, his eyes burning with fury.
The enemy forces marched. The wyvern riders soared closer.
But Javier was unmoved.
Then—he raised his hand.
A violent surge of mana exploded outward, shaking the entire battlefield.
"Summon—Mithril Puppet Army!"
From the ground, from the air, from his very mana itself—
5,000 fully armored Mithril Puppet Knights erged. Each one wore gleaming mithril armor, their swords catching the sunlight.
Among them—magic crossbow units stood in formation, their enchanted bolts glowing as they loaded their weapons.
But Javier wasn't done.
Behind him, the border wall itself shifted.
"Summon—Mana Cannon Unit!"
Twenty massive mana cannons materialized, their barrels aiming toward the battlefield below. Standing beside them—
Twenty Adamantite Puppet Knights took position, each gripping the massive cannons, their mana cores pulsing.
Above him—
The wyverns screeched, diving toward the wall.
But Javier extended his other hand.
"Summon—Anti-Air Mana Guns!"
Five towering anti-air mana guns appeared, lined along the top of the wall.
And controlling them—
Five White Puppet Knights, their movents precise and calculated, mounted the anti-air units, taking aim at the incoming wyverns.
Javier's voice thundered across the battlefield, addressing his own soldiers.
"ALL FALL BACK!!!!"
His command carried a weight none could refuse.
The Armand soldiers hesitated.
"B-But Young Master—"
Javier's blood-red eyes glowed brighter, his rage shaking the air.
"THIS IS MY WAR!!"
And in that mont—
He alone stood against an army of 120,000.
Javier gritted his teeth, his rage boiling over as he pulled out a magic gaphone.
His voice thundered across the battlefield, shaking the very air.
"YOU PIECES OF SHIT FROM THE SAINT OF THREE GODS WANT WAR!?"
His red eyes glead with fury.
His mana surged, crackling like lightning around him.
The enemy army flinched, so soldiers hesitating as fear crept into their hearts.
Then—Javier roared.
"THEN TASTE THIS!!!"
He threw the gaphone aside and raised his hand.
"CANNONS—FIRE!!!"
The twenty massive mana cannons erupted simultaneously, their explosive mana shells tearing through the front lines of the enemy.
Soldiers scread as entire sections of the battlefield were obliterated in an instant. The ground trembled, fire and debris flying into the sky.
"ANTI-AIR MANA GUNS—FIRE!!!"
The five anti-air mana guns activated, their barrels locking onto the wyvern units.
High-speed mana projectiles ripped through the sky, striking the wyverns with pinpoint accuracy.
The first wyvern screeched in agony, its wings exploding mid-air, sending its rider plumting to his death.
The second and third t the sa fate, their bodies bursting into flas as they crashed into their own troops below.
The remaining riders panicked, their formations breaking apart.
Javier raised his hand again.
His voice was absolute.
"COMMAND ACTIVATE—
TARGET: ENEMY."
The 5,000 Mithril Puppet Knights moved instantly.
The Magic Crossbow Units raised their weapons.
The Adamantite Puppet Knights adjusted their cannons.
The White Puppet Knights operating the anti-air guns reloaded, their eyes glowing ominously.
Javier roared, his voice shaking the battlefield.
"SHOOT!!"
The mana cannons and anti-air guns fired relentlessly, their explosive blasts raining destruction upon the enemy ranks.
The sky burned.
The anti-air mana guns locked onto every remaining wyvern rider, their rapid mana projectiles piercing through flesh, wings, and armor.
One by one, the enemy wyverns screeched in agony, their massive bodies crashing to the ground—crushing their own soldiers beneath them.
In less than a minute, the entire wyvern unit was wiped out.
The five anti-air mana guns adjusted.
Their glowing barrels tilted downward, locking onto the coalition army below.
A cold, chanical clicking sound echoed.
Then—
High-speed mana rounds tore through the enemy infantry, cutting them down by the dozens.
The frontlines collapsed, soldiers screaming as energy blasts ripped through their formations.
Blood splattered.
Armor lted.
The Saint of Three Gods priests scrambled to deploy barrier magic—
But the sheer force of Javier's artillery shattered their defenses instantly.
Javier gritted his teeth, his blood-red eyes glowing violently.
"This isn't enough."
He raised his hand again.
Mana crackled around him.
The ground shook.
The air trembled.
Then—
"Summon—Mana Mortars!!"
Twenty massive mana-powered mortars materialized along the wall.
Manning them was another battalion of Puppet Knights, their eyes glowing, weapons ready for destruction.
Javier pointed toward the enemy lines.
His voice rang across the battlefield.
"FIRE!!!"
Explosions erupted, covering the battlefield in smoke and flas.
Javier stood on the wall, his face emotionless.
This wasn't just war anymore.
This was his revenge.
And he wouldn't stop—
Until nothing remained.
Garius stood at a distance, his eyes fixed on his youngest son.
Javier—the boy who always hid in plain sight.
The boy who pretended to be lazy, playing the fool to avoid responsibility.
The boy who, at this very mont—
Was unleashing hell upon 120,000 soldiers.
Francesca let out a soft smile, watching her son with quiet understanding.
"So, my honey bun… you finally stopped hiding."
Eridith clicked her tongue in annoyance, her eye narrowing as she surveyed the battlefield, now engulfed in flas.
"This brat…" she muttered, frustration bubbling within her.
She had been eager to unleash her dragon form, to rain fire upon the enemy—but now—
There was nothing left for her to burn.
Javier was already erasing them.
Hesbeirn, Alf, and Erinnete stood together, arms crossed, observing the carnage unfold around them.
They all let out long sighs.
Hesbeirn shook his head.
"…Well, I guess there's no longer any hiding."
Alf chuckled dryly.
"No more pretending to be weak, huh?"
Erinnete adjusted her glasses, a smirk curling her lips.
"Ara~ Young Master has finally revealed himself. What a troubleso child."
The three of them watched as Javier continued his rciless assault.
The enemy forces crumbled, unable to withstand the overwhelming firepower.
There was no strategy left.
No resistance.
Only annihilation.
Garius surveyed the battlefield as it burned, explosions illuminating the sky.
Enemy troops were torn apart before they even reached the walls.
And at the center of it all—
Javier.
His youngest son.
The boy who tried so hard to be lazy.
The boy who pretended to be weak.
The boy who thought his own father didn't see through the act.
Garius smirked, shaking his head.
"Heh… now he's done it."
He crossed his arms, watching Javier unleash his destructive power.
"He tried so hard to hide it, to act like he wasn't special. Like he wasn't strong."
His eyes glead with amusent.
"Like I didn't know the truth all along."
Francesca let out a soft laugh behind him.
Eridith grumbled under her breath.
Hesbeirn, Alf, and Erinnete sighed, their expressions revealing a mix of pride and exasperation.
But none of them looked surprised.
Because deep down, they had always known.
Javier had never been just a lazy noble son.
He had always been—
A monster waiting to awaken.
( End of Chapter )
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