Chapter 136: Sovereign Status
I stepped out of the hidden chamber.
Nyssa was standing near the vault entrance. She was cataloging wooden crates of mana crystals.
"Nyssa," I called out.
The Aetherion Goblin turned around. Her erald eyes looked up at with absolute respect. I did not waste ti with explanations.
I stepped forward and placed my brass index finger directly against her forehead.
BZZZT.
I activated my Administrator Privilege. The Imperial Points vanished from my account. A massive surge of raw chanical data flowed from my mind directly into hers.
Nyssa gasped loudly.
She stumbled backward. Her body trembled violently. The blueprint for the High-Velocity Arcane Penetration Rounds forcibly expanded her understanding of physics and engineering.
But it did not just affect her mind.
A sudden heat flushed across her green skin. Her magical core resonated deeply with the System data.
She clutched her chest, her breathing turning ragged. A subtle, powerful evolution was stirring deep inside her biology.
"Master," Nyssa whispered. She looked at her trembling hands. "This machinery... it is flawless. I can build this right now. I just need the materials. but how did you even do it? This is insane. This technology is just amazing! I have no words to describe these. If these were leaked the whole world will be turned into a Warzone in no ti."
"That is the reason I provided them to you. You are the reason I was able to reach this part of my life. You are my most trusted Architect. Gather the materials," I commanded. "We upgrade the Vanguard imdiately."
DING!
The crimson UI suddenly flashed across my vision.
[System Alert: Conquest Verified.]
[High Elven Sylvanate completely annihilated.]
[Calculating Faction Bounty...]
[Reward: 250,000 LP deposited to your account.]
I smirked behind my dark visor. A quarter of a million Lust Points. It was an astronomical fortune. It was enough to forcibly evolve my entire Pack.
I dismissed the crimson screen and marched up the stone stairs.
I stepped into the daylight.
The surface of the encampnt was covered in bloody mud. Thousands of surrendered Elven soldiers were kneeling in the dirt. They were stripped of their silver weapons.
Chief Inquisitor Silas stood near the center. He pointed his longsword at a line of fifty bound prisoners.
"Sovereign," Silas reported. "These are the fanatic loyalists. They refuse to acknowledge the surrender."
"Do they want to die that bad? Just how bad are these people brainwashed?"
"We do not know Sovereign, but our interrogation shows that they were brainwashed from their young ages. Lots of the ti it was torture but most of them blindly chose to follow the path. Most of them are those kind of people who have raped and murdered even their own kin."
I walked slowly down the line. The loyalists glared at . Their eyes were filled with arrogant disgust. They still believed in Vane’s fallen ideology.
I did not give them a chance to speak.
I grabbed the lead elf by his neck.
CRUNCH.
I crushed his windpipe instantly. I tossed his lifeless body into the mud.
THUD.
I moved to the next prisoner. I pulled back my brass fist.
SPLAT.
I shattered his skull with a single strike. I walked down the line with brutal efficiency. I snapped necks, crushed chests, and tore out throats. I executed all fifty loyalists in complete silence.
The remaining thousands of Elven prisoners watched in absolute horror.
I turned to face the massive crowd.
"This War began the mont when you tried to contaminate our land with the help of the Cult. Today that Cult i s destroyed with the remaining mbers still in the hiding. They live in fear that a Goblin will co for their when they step out in the Sun."
I raised my hand.
"Today, I am giving you a choice. A choice of your lifeti. It shall determine the fate of your people and also yourselves and your families. If you have even a shred of love left for them, I ask you to surrender or you will be beheaded the sa way as your Master."
I unleashed my Domination Aura.
VWOOM.
The invisible conceptual weight slamd down onto the battlefield. The magenta mist rolled over the mud. The sheer terror of my presence broke their minds.
The thousands of surviving elves physically collapsed. They pressed their faces directly into the filthy dirt, shivering uncontrollably.
"Vane is dead!" I roared. My voice echoed with raw mana.
"The Purists used you as disposable at! The Forge offers a different path!"
The battlefield was dead silent.
"Serve with absolute loyalty, and you will eat!" I continued.
"You will live a better life under my banner! But if you hold onto your broken pride... if you betray ... I will burn your souls to ash!"
"We serve!" an Elven captain scread into the mud.
"We serve the Sovereign!" the crowd chanted. Their wills were completely shattered. They belonged to the Forge now.
I turned away from the groveling masses. I walked into the ruined command tent.
I grabbed the heavy Arcane Radio. I cranked the magical frequency to the maximum broadcast limit. My voice would transmit to every city, outpost, and civilian receiver in my entire kingdom.
"People of the Forge," I announced over the static. "The Sylvanate is broken. The Elven border is ours. Today, we step out of the shadows. Today, we claim the continent."
I dropped the microphone.
CLICK.
I channeled my massive mana reserves into my spatial ring. I connected the array to the Vanguard troops and my Pack.
FWOOSH.
The muddy battlefield vanished entirely.
We materialized directly in the central plaza of the Forge.
The capital city was completely transford. Millions of citizens lined the cobblestone streets.
Goblins, Orcs, and Beastn scread in absolute euphoria. Bright confetti rained from the sky.
ROOOAAR!
The cheering was deafening. It shook the foundation of the city. Silas’s steam tanks rolled down the main avenue, firing blank explosive charges into the sky.
Nyssa, Kaelith, Lysandra, and Rolf stood proudly by my side.
I looked up at the towering Iron Colosseum in the distance.
I was no longer a warlord fighting for survival. I was a King, and the world belonged to .
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