"Shoot the canon," ordered Gorm. So, the crew quickly fulfilled his order. A massive energy light came from the ship, heading straight to the black shield. Cracks appeared on the shield, but it held on, confronting the energy beam for a few seconds before it broke. Finally, the ship could enter the Red Number Star System.
"We have detected two planets already invaded," said one of the crew, and Gorm nodded before looking at Abiodun.
"Are you going to be alright?"
"There should be no problem, but hurry up just in case."
"No problem," said Gorm before teleporting outside the ship while holding an ax. Then, he turned into a beam of light rushing straight into the planet. Abiodun had a look of slight envy.
Because of the Undead Legion Catastrophe, light magic, the natural enemy of the undead, has become the most precious form of magic. Regrettably, only a few people with soul mutation in the Empire can use light magic.
The relevant department has been trying to make light magic usable by most Arcanists through Arcane Rune Spells, but the results have only been subpar.
As Gorm landed on the planet, there was no catastrophic shockwave. Instead, an enormous pillar of light began to spread in all directions, purifying all the undead in its path.
However, after traveling a few hundred meters, another grey pillar of light appeared and stopped Gorm's attack. So, he looked in the direction of the attack with a look of disgust.
He knew the grey pillar was a tactic the undead used as a countermeasure for purification. They sacrificed countless individuals with pure souls to create the pillar, which can also be used to give Light Purification Resistance Buffs to any legion.
Gorm saw another human with gray skin leading this battalion, holding a magical artifact that was the source of the spell that blocked his attack.
'Tier 6 Zombie,' thought Gorm with slight excitement. As he looked at his opponent, a large magic circle appeared behind him, and a battalion of people teleported behind him.
This battalion was composed of muscular men and women with tattoos all over their bodies; they also had different melee weapons–mostly axes and hammers.
The Viking Battalion.
"Another battle? Maybe I can finally reach Valhalla," said a beautiful woman with defined muscles.
"First-Commander, you know Valhalla is not real."
"If you believe it is real, then it's real," she replied. "Plus, who says that we cannot create Valhalla one day in the future."
"Enough with your nonsense. Let's fight," ordered Gorm, and she grinned. She raised her hammer above her head, and a small magic circle appeared on the handle.
Boom!
She smashed on the grounds, creating thousands of Earth Spikes that impaled and purified the undead army full of skeletons and dark knights. At the same time, Gorm rushed straight to the Zombie.
Bang!
Gorm smashed his axe, but his opponent responded by punching him instead. The shockwave of these two's clashes sends all the undead away.
"Hahaha, finally, a worthy challenger. I've had enough of these mages who disdain fighting head-on like real men," roared Gorm as lightning suddenly emanated from his body, exponentially increasing his speed.
He smashed the head of the Zombie, but the latter moved his head to the side, resulting in the ax hitting the ax, leaving a gushing wound. However, the zombie did not care about such a wound; he buttheaded Gorm instead, sinking in his skull.
The Viking Warrior did not care about such an injury as well as he naturally healed. He began to spin around with his axe, creating a small tornado that left thousands of cut wounds on the zombie.
The zombie ignored his wound and made a crushing motion with his hand.
Dark Magic: Crushing Heart.
Gorm spewed mouthfuls of blood as more leaked from his nose and ears. However, a small golden light appeared on his chest to regenerate the destroyed heart.
Then, he began exchanging blow-to-blow with the zombie. Meanwhile, Abiodun began to act.
He walked to his squad, where the majority of them wore knight armor and held long swords.
"Ready?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Begin."
All the squad members took out a headphone and put them on. Then, a voice straight from Heaven entered their hearing, nourishing their souls and bodies. These muscular men, full of bloodlust, had an intoxicated look as they closed their eyes, enjoying themselves to the fullest.
Thirty seconds later, they finished.
"Miss Aishwarya's voice is angelic; I wish I could marry her," said one of the soldiers.
"Aishwarya Kapoor is literally the biggest star of the milky way galaxy, a Tier 7 Arcanist, and you think you can marry her?" commented another.
"I can dream, can't I?"
"Don't listen to him. We live in an era where nothing is impossible. Pursue her, and maybe you will have a chance."
"Stop wasting time. Let's deploy," said Abiodun, who also listened to the thirty-second song. Although he, too, was fascinated by that voice, he had to control himself in front of his man.
After listening to it, all the squad members felt their strength, spirit, and mana drastically increase. Aishwarya's songs had buff abilities for anyone who listened. So, the Empire recorded them in unique magical artifacts to use in the military.
A latch opened from the spaceship, and Abiodun flew out. And as soon he entered the vacuum of space, an enormous dragon with two wings and four legs appeared underneath him.
Abiodun sat on the dragon's neck like a car seat. And as soon as he did, it was as if he and the dragon were one entity. The same applied to his squad: they had dragons to rise since their Arcane Class was Dragon Knights.
Technically speaking, these men should be Dragon Riders, and Dragon Knights should be Arcane Knights with dragon bloodlines. However, the two groups have been fighting for control over that name for many years, and the Dragon Riders currently have the advantage, so they kept the name.
As the group of Dragon Knights floated in the void, Abiodun used a spell for his voice to echo in space:
"I know you're here. Come out."
Then, a woman with dark clothes appeared. She had long and disheveled hair that floated in the air. She had no feet underneath her coak, an extremely tin face, and razor-sharp teeth.
'Tier 7 Banshee,' thought Abiodun.
"How do you know I was waiting for you?"
"Isn't your usual tactic to send a Second General with a First General? You guys seem never to evolve," said Abuidun with a sneer.
"Not necessarily," replied the Banshee as the space next to her cracked open, and a phantom-like figure appeared next to her.
'Danm it, a Tier 7 Ghost.'
Abiodun knew his mission was to use number advantage to stall the Tier 7 Second General until Gorm came to support him. Then, they had to wait for John to finish and reunite with them to finish or drive the enemy off.
But now, there was another Tier 7 entity that the intelligence department did not detect.
Abiodun quickly analyzed the situation to come up with countermeasures. He first sent a red code to Gorm and John to tell them the situation was out of hand. Then, he ordered his men through their Mind Communication.
'Begin Mana and Soul Frequency Synchronization.'
Despite the dire situation, these men were elite trained through the harshest method. So, they had no fears and quickly executed their orders. They controlled their mana and soul frequencies and wavelengths to perfectly match, allowing them to enter a stage of perfect fusion with their comrade.
Adding to that, their already fusion with their dragons, this fusion was on another level.
After the fusion, Abiodun felt he was perfectly synchronized with his man, having access to their mana and even soul power; they felt like a hive mind. Then, he used a spell perfect suited for this occasion:
Expecto Patronus.
The squad of 108 men and dragons turned into an enormous silver white, and transparent dragon before rushing toward the enemy.
In recent years, it has been proven that the Expecto Patronus Charm has excellent power against the undead and could purify many like ghosts, wraiths, and Banshees.
With this spell, Abiodun knew he could do maximum damage to his opponent, making them weary of attacking or coming close. At the same time, their translucent state granted them defensive abilities against many spells.
'The perfect spell to buy time,' he thought.
"Shoot the canon," ordered Gorm. So, the crew quickly fulfilled his order. A massive energy light came from the ship, heading straight to the black shield. Cracks appeared on the shield, but it held on, confronting the energy beam for a few seconds before it broke. Finally, the ship could enter the Red Number Star System.
"We have detected two planets already invaded," said one of the crew, and Gorm nodded before looking at Abiodun.
"Are you going to be alright?"
"There should be no problem, but hurry up just in case."
"No problem," said Gorm before teleporting outside the ship while holding an ax. Then, he turned into a beam of light rushing straight into the planet. Abiodun had a look of slight envy.
Because of the Undead Legion Catastrophe, light magic, the natural enemy of the undead, has become the most precious form of magic. Regrettably, only a few people with soul mutation in the Empire can use light magic.
The relevant department has been trying to make light magic usable by most Arcanists through Arcane Rune Spells, but the results have only been subpar.
As Gorm landed on the planet, there was no catastrophic shockwave. Instead, an enormous pillar of light began to spread in all directions, purifying all the undead in its path.
However, after traveling a few hundred meters, another grey pillar of light appeared and stopped Gorm's attack. So, he looked in the direction of the attack with a look of disgust.
He knew the grey pillar was a tactic the undead used as a countermeasure for purification. They sacrificed countless individuals with pure souls to create the pillar, which can also be used to give Light Purification Resistance Buffs to any legion.
Gorm saw another human with gray skin leading this battalion, holding a magical artifact that was the source of the spell that blocked his attack.
'Tier 6 Zombie,' thought Gorm with slight excitement. As he looked at his opponent, a large magic circle appeared behind him, and a battalion of people teleported behind him.
This battalion was composed of muscular men and women with tattoos all over their bodies; they also had different melee weapons–mostly axes and hammers.
The Viking Battalion.
"Another battle? Maybe I can finally reach Valhalla," said a beautiful woman with defined muscles.
"First-Commander, you know Valhalla is not real."
"If you believe it is real, then it's real," she replied. "Plus, who says that we cannot create Valhalla one day in the future."
"Enough with your nonsense. Let's fight," ordered Gorm, and she grinned. She raised her hammer above her head, and a small magic circle appeared on the handle.
Boom!
She smashed on the grounds, creating thousands of Earth Spikes that impaled and purified the undead army full of skeletons and dark knights. At the same time, Gorm rushed straight to the Zombie.
Bang!
Gorm smashed his axe, but his opponent responded by punching him instead. The shockwave of these two's clashes sends all the undead away.
"Hahaha, finally, a worthy challenger. I've had enough of these mages who disdain fighting head-on like real men," roared Gorm as lightning suddenly emanated from his body, exponentially increasing his speed.
He smashed the head of the Zombie, but the latter moved his head to the side, resulting in the ax hitting the ax, leaving a gushing wound. However, the zombie did not care about such a wound; he buttheaded Gorm instead, sinking in his skull.
The Viking Warrior did not care about such an injury as well as he naturally healed. He began to spin around with his axe, creating a small tornado that left thousands of cut wounds on the zombie.
The zombie ignored his wound and made a crushing motion with his hand.
Dark Magic: Crushing Heart.
Gorm spewed mouthfuls of blood as more leaked from his nose and ears. However, a small golden light appeared on his chest to regenerate the destroyed heart.
Then, he began exchanging blow-to-blow with the zombie. Meanwhile, Abiodun began to act.
He walked to his squad, where the majority of them wore knight armor and held long swords.
"Ready?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Begin."
All the squad members took out a headphone and put them on. Then, a voice straight from Heaven entered their hearing, nourishing their souls and bodies. These muscular men, full of bloodlust, had an intoxicated look as they closed their eyes, enjoying themselves to the fullest.
Thirty seconds later, they finished.
"Miss Aishwarya's voice is angelic; I wish I could marry her," said one of the soldiers.
"Aishwarya Kapoor is literally the biggest star of the milky way galaxy, a Tier 7 Arcanist, and you think you can marry her?" commented another.
"I can dream, can't I?"
"Don't listen to him. We live in an era where nothing is impossible. Pursue her, and maybe you will have a chance."
"Stop wasting time. Let's deploy," said Abiodun, who also listened to the thirty-second song. Although he, too, was fascinated by that voice, he had to control himself in front of his man.
After listening to it, all the squad members felt their strength, spirit, and mana drastically increase. Aishwarya's songs had buff abilities for anyone who listened. So, the Empire recorded them in unique magical artifacts to use in the military.
A latch opened from the spaceship, and Abiodun flew out. And as soon he entered the vacuum of space, an enormous dragon with two wings and four legs appeared underneath him.
Abiodun sat on the dragon's neck like a car seat. And as soon as he did, it was as if he and the dragon were one entity. The same applied to his squad: they had dragons to rise since their Arcane Class was Dragon Knights.
Technically speaking, these men should be Dragon Riders, and Dragon Knights should be Arcane Knights with dragon bloodlines. However, the two groups have been fighting for control over that name for many years, and the Dragon Riders currently have the advantage, so they kept the name.
As the group of Dragon Knights floated in the void, Abiodun used a spell for his voice to echo in space:
"I know you're here. Come out."
Then, a woman with dark clothes appeared. She had long and disheveled hair that floated in the air. She had no feet underneath her coak, an extremely tin face, and razor-sharp teeth.
'Tier 7 Banshee,' thought Abiodun.
"How do you know I was waiting for you?"
"Isn't your usual tactic to send a Second General with a First General? You guys seem never to evolve," said Abuidun with a sneer.
"Not necessarily," replied the Banshee as the space next to her cracked open, and a phantom-like figure appeared next to her.
'Danm it, a Tier 7 Ghost.'
Abiodun knew his mission was to use number advantage to stall the Tier 7 Second General until Gorm came to support him. Then, they had to wait for John to finish and reunite with them to finish or drive the enemy off.
But now, there was another Tier 7 entity that the intelligence department did not detect.
Abiodun quickly analyzed the situation to come up with countermeasures. He first sent a red code to Gorm and John to tell them the situation was out of hand. Then, he ordered his men through their Mind Communication.
'Begin Mana and Soul Frequency Synchronization.'
Despite the dire situation, these men were elite trained through the harshest method. So, they had no fears and quickly executed their orders. They controlled their mana and soul frequencies and wavelengths to perfectly match, allowing them to enter a stage of perfect fusion with their comrade.
Adding to that, their already fusion with their dragons, this fusion was on another level.
After the fusion, Abiodun felt he was perfectly synchronized with his man, having access to their mana and even soul power; they felt like a hive mind. Then, he used a spell perfect suited for this occasion:
Expecto Patronus.
The squad of 108 men and dragons turned into an enormous silver white, and transparent dragon before rushing toward the enemy.
In recent years, it has been proven that the Expecto Patronus Charm has excellent power against the undead and could purify many like ghosts, wraiths, and Banshees.
With this spell, Abiodun knew he could do maximum damage to his opponent, making them weary of attacking or coming close. At the same time, their translucent state granted them defensive abilities against many spells.
'The perfect spell to buy time,' he thought.
