While his reinforcements were preparing to clash with their enemies, Thirteen had just finished his conversation with Shasha.
“Very well.” Thirteen pointed at the giants running in their direction. “Show them the Dance of the Moonlight.”
Shasha closed her eyes. Looking at her, Taiga and Kane felt like the brother and sister pair had gone crazy.
A moment later, a dozen shadows that looked exactly like Shasha appeared behind her.
Taiga and Kane looked at this scene in awe, but what happened next made their eyes widen in shock.
Dozens of golden swords made of light materialized and moved counter-clockwise behind Shasha and her Shadow Clones, making them look as if they were Celestial beings.
“Secure the princess candidate!” one of the Rank 8 Sovereigns, who had come to capture Shasha, ordered. “Feel free to kill everyone else!”
Although he had seen that the young lady was exhibiting a strange power, he wasn’t too worried about it.
After all, what could a weak human girl possibly do against them?
But when they were only hundreds of meters away from Shasha, countless golden swords rained down upon them from the sky.
These golden swords didn’t come from Shasha, which made the Artemians look in the direction where it was coming from.
“Do you really think that I’d just watch as my daughter gets kidnapped right under my nose?” Alessia asked in a tone filled with killing intent as she hovered in the sky.
Just like Shasha, there were a dozen Shadow Clones of Alessia hovering behind her.
The Dance of the Moonlight and the Dance of Solaris were a pair.
When they were together on the battlefield, a resonance would take place, allowing both of them to use the power of the other.
Shasha was still not a rookie, so it was impossible for her to use the power of her Martial Technique.
But even if she were a Rookie, her rank would still be too low to manifest the complete Dance of the Moonlight.
However, there was a condition that would allow her to use its true might regardless of her Rank.
And that condition was an eclipse.
For the Dance of the Moonlight, a Lunar Eclipse was needed.
For the Dance of Solaris, a total Solar Eclipse was required.
But, if the two wielders of these two Martial Techniques were together, and there was an eclipse, both of them would be able to unleash their Martial Techniques Core Abilities, making them a force to reckon with.
Alessia and her clones landed beside her children and smiled.
“Zion, will you be able to return after this?” Alessia asked her son, not caring about the horde of angry Artemians headed in their direction.
It was as if she was only asking her son what he wanted for dinner. Having witnessed this, Taiga and Kane felt as if their common sense was being tested.
“Yes, Mother,” Thirteen replied. “I can go home after this mission ends.”
“Good.” Alessia nodded. “Remi misses you terribly. Don’t worry, I left your Father to look after her.”
“Mmm. I miss her too.” Thirteen took out his bow from his spatial storage and placed a quiver of arrows behind his back. “Let’s get this over with so that we can all go home.”
Shasha and Alessia both unleashed the power of their Martial Techniques, launching countless golden swords that had grown to the size of street lamps.
Not daring to underestimate the power of the golden swords, the three Rank 8 Sovereigns erected a barrier in front of them, tanking the ridiculous attack that they were seeing for the first time in their life.
Uncle Boo and Albion, who were now in their true forms, also unleashed a barrage of their long-distance attacks, forcing the Artemians to go on the defensive.
“What kind of power is this?” Eremiel, who was watching the Moon Princess Candidate’s battle from a distance, frowned.
He had extended his senses to observe the Golden Swords that were raining down on his subordinates.
‘Each of those swords can instantly kill a Rank 4 Sovereign,’ Eremiel thought. ‘But that woman is only of the Grandmaster Rank. How can she possibly summon so many golden swords?
‘Also, even though the Princess Candidate is still very young, she can unleash the same attack with the same destructive power. This shouldn’t be possible.’
The more Eremiel thought about it, the more confused he became.
A minute had passed since the barrage of the golden swords started, but Shasha and Alessia showed no signs of running out of steam.
Usually, an attack of such magnitude would drain the wielder of their stamina and strength at a rapid pace, making it impossible to use for long periods of time.
And yet, the two looked too composed, and there was no sign of exhaustion on their faces.
In fact, both of them were even chatting, sharing views on how to break the Artemian’s defense as if discussing what to cook for dinner.
Knowing that this couldn’t continue any longer, Eremiel snapped his fingers.
A booming sound spread in the surroundings as the Purple Gate behind the Artemian Commander released more Warriors from their home world.
Originally, he thought that bringing over a thousand warriors was already an overkill. But seeing the current situation, he realized that some variables outside of their control had appeared.
There were over five thousand warriors who were supposed to arrive in the Arcadian Archipelago in batches.
They would build their fortress on the island, which would become their base of operations before they expanded outward.
Little did he know that Callie had already shared all of this information with Thirteen, allowing the boy to plan beforehand.
If his opponents wanted to play dirty, then Thirteen would play dirtier and make them understand that they were dealing with someone who had mastered the art of playing dirty!
“Go!” Eremiel ordered the second batch of warriors to attack without mercy. “Get the Moon Princess Candidate!”
Over a thousand warriors headed toward Shasha with determined looks on their faces.
The ground trembled, comparable to a small earthquake, as they collectively rushed toward their target.
But they had only managed to run halfway to the first batch when the ground under their feet gave way, revealing a sinkhole.
Some of the Artemians fell on the sinkhole, but there were others who managed to jump over it at the last second.
Suddenly, one of the warriors who had fallen into the hole suddenly flew out of it, blood gushing out of his nose and mouth.
A moment later, the Ogre King from the Valbarra Archipelago jumped out of the hole and swatted all the Artemians within his range.
“You guys are too impatient,” the Tigerkin King jumped out of the sinkhole and also started to smack everyone in the surroundings.
“I’ve been itching for a fight,” Arthas, who was now a Throne, slashed the Artemian in front of him.
Just as he was about to attack the enemy closest to him, the ground burst open, and the new Troll King pierced the Artemian’s head, making Arthas chuckle.
“Fine. I’ll look for others to kill,” Arthas, who was now the Barbarian King, distanced himself from the Ogre King, the Tiger King, and the Troll King.
“You bastards!” a Rank 7 Sovereign shouted in anger.
However, before he could help his subordinates, the ground under him collapsed.
Fortunately, he was prepared, so the moment it happened, he was able to jump upward.
But even though he did, a giant figure rose up from the ground and grabbed his legs.
The Artemian Captain looked down and screamed in fright when he saw the Devil-Horned Honey Badger, whose jaws were wide open and about to bite his waist.
A pang of excruciating pain washed over his senses as Cranky pulled him down underground, where the Honey Badger would ensure that his prey wouldn’t be able to escape from him.
Thirteen promised him that he could eat to his fill. And what better food could he eat than powerful monsters that he had never tasted before?
Ogres, Tigerkins, Barbarians, and Trolls emerged from the holes that suddenly appeared in the ground and worked together to start a one-sided massacre.
The Artemians were caught off guard by this sudden ambush, which broke their battle formation.
Eremiel roared in anger because enough was enough.
“Moon Domain!”
The Commander of the Artemian Army activated his Domain, which would double the strength and fighting prowess of his army.
But just as the Domain was about to envelop the entire battlefield, cracks appeared on it, making Eremiel’s eyes turn bloodshot.
A few seconds later, his Domain shattered, making him cough out a mouthful of blood due to backlash.
“I’ve always wanted to try that once.”
A voice filled with arrogance reached Eremiel’s ears, making him turn to look at the Old Man who was holding a greatsword in his right hand.
“Not too shabby, right?”
The Patriarch of the Leventis Clan, Arthur Leventis, sneered as he looked at the Rank 9 Sovereign with a fearless gaze.
He had long wished to become a Monarch, and one of the requirements to qualify as such was to kill a Rank 9 Sovereign.
Arthur was just a Throne. In order to win against a Rank 9 Sovereign, the assistance of at least five more Thrones was needed.
But, the Old Man was as cunning as he was strong.
He purposely waited for Eremiel to unleash his Domain before breaking it using the ability of his Mythical Equipment.
Thirteen’s Grandpa was pissed off when Thirteen didn’t invite him to the Valbarra Archipelago to fight Arundel and his army.
He thought that he had lost the opportunity to become a Monarch just because he didn’t treat his no-good grandson’s family better.
Since then, he paid extra attention to Mikhail’s, Shasha’s, and Remi’s situation, making sure that they received the best supplements and training materials that their family could offer.
He did all this, hoping that Zion, who was still in Solterra, would find himself in a difficult situation, similar to his battle with Arundel.
(E/N: Repeat those words to yourself, old man!!! Is that right???)
Arthur hoped that his grandson would invite him then. Fortunately, his prayers were answered.
Thirteen had asked the Order of Raziel to deliver a letter to Michael, which he would certainly deliver to Arthur.
He laid out a plan in which he could bring the powerhouses of the Leventis Family to the Arcadia Archipelago to participate in a battle, which would give Arthur a chance to realize his goal.
“Well, then. Time to fight,” Arthur sneered. “It is high time that I become a Monarch.”
Eremiel roared in anger because he didn’t like the way Arthur was looking at him.
The Old Man was looking at him like a prey that was about to get consumed, which triggered the Artemian Commander to go all out and show him that an inferior creature didn’t stand a chance against him.