All Armies from the Dvalinn Federation, the Central Government, and the Aldebaran Forces, who had come to participate in the mission to liberate the Northern Regions of the Rigel Continent, gazed at the teenage boy standing in front of them.
He was none other than Zion Leventis, the Supreme Commander who would command them on the battlefield.
This feat was unprecedented. Not only was he the first in the history of the world of Pangea to gain this much authority, but he also achieved it at an extremely young age.
When he had only been seven years old, rumors of him fighting and winning against a Majin Prince spread.
When he was ten, he had defeated an Army of Artemians who had intended to establish a stronghold in the world of Solterra.
And now, at thirteen years old, he had orchestrated the defeat of three out of the eight Kings of the Rigel Continent.
Until now, the rumors of what happened during his earlier years were still doubted by many. However, the accomplishments he recently achieved been verified by not only the Dvalinn Federation and the Leaders of the Aldebaran Continent, but also by the Central Government itself.
And now, this teenage boy currently stood on the platform, and in front of everyone, he addressed the United Armies under his banner.
“I am not someone for long speeches,” Thirteen said as he rested his hands on his waist. “All of you already know what we’re going to do today.”
Despite the countless gazes that were locked onto his body, he was calm and collected, speaking with confidence. “Many of you will die,” Thirteen declared. “Sacrifices will be made. However, I will guarantee that before the sun sets on the horizon, I will have led you all to victory.”
An eerie silence spread in the surroundings as everyone’s gazes became even more fixated on the legendary rookie of Pangea.
“Wanderers… this is just the beginning of your journeys,” Thirteen said as he scanned the armies below him. “It’s time for us to show the Jinns and Majins that we are no longer the weak humans that they have bullied in the past.
“It’s time to show them that humanity is now ready to fight back.”
“It’s time to show them that they should think twice before trying to conquer our world.”
Thirteen raised his right fist and shouted his declaration. “Soldiers, comrades, today, we stand on the brink of history. Before us lies a challenge that will test our courage, our strength, and our unity. But remember this, we are not just fighting for ourselves—we are fighting for our families, our friends, and our world!
“The enemy we’re about to face is formidable, but they do not possess the heart and spirit that each one of you carries. “They may have numbers, and they may be vicious, cruel, and merciless, but we have something far greater!
“We have resolve, we have honor, and we have each other!
“Look at the person beside you. This is your brother, your sister, your family in arms. We fight not as individuals, but as a united force. Our strength lies in our unity, our determination, and our unwavering belief in the cause for which we fight!
“Today, we will write our own story. A story of bravery, of sacrifice, and of triumph. We will show the world what it means to stand tall in the face of adversity, to reclaim what is ours, as we make our stand.
“Wanderers! Let us move forward with courage in our hearts and fire in our souls. For our families, for our homeland, for each other—let us march into battle and show these hateful monsters what we are made of. “Victory awaits us. Let’s go and claim it!”
“””Yes!”””
“Are you with me?!”
“””Yes!”””
“To Death!”
“””Death!”””
“Death!”
“””Death!”””
***
Somewhere in the Aldebaran Continent…
Alessia, who was watching her son on the television, covered her lips as tears streamed down her cheeks.
She had never felt so proud in her life as she felt today. Her son, who had single-handedly made their lives better, was now about to make history.
Seeing Zion stand there, wearing the uniform of the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, Alessia couldn’t help but remember that day in the hospital when he looked so fragile, so weak, and so helpless.
In the span of eight years, her son had grown to be an outstanding individual.
Someone that their family was very proud of.
“Bwadah!” Rhia shouted as she pointed at the T.V. “Bwadah!”
Remi smiled faintly as she hugged her little sister from behind. “That’s right, Rhia,” Remi said. “That’s our brother.”
Gerald, who was in his Smithy and working very hard to finish his latest creation, glanced at the television and grinned.
“Show them, son,” Gerald stated. “Show them how our family does things.”
***
Renz walked up behind the teenage boy and gave him a respectful bow.
“Commander, our forces are ready to advance,” Renz said. “Your orders?”
Thirteen smirked as he sat on the makeshift throne that was carried on top of the platform.
“69th Battalion, Valkyries—advance!” Thirteen ordered. As soon as he gave the order, the 69th Battalion and the Valkyries took to the skies from their Aircraft Carriers and led the charge.
“Aerial Squadrons, sortie!” Thirteen declared.
Countless flying monsters of different kinds flew high in the sky and followed the 69th Battalion and the Valkyries, engaging in their assault formation.
The moment the 69th Battalion arrived at the airspace of the Northern Regions, countless flying monsters, who were part of the Bird Man’s remaining forces, all rose up to meet them.
“Vulture Formation!” Thirteen ordered.
As soon as the order was given, all the flying monsters that belonged to the alliance dove down from the sky.
The Jinns and Majins, who had come to engage them in combat, were momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected move of their enemies.
“All Warships, open fire!” Thirteen shouted.
A thunderous roar answered Thirteen’s command as hundreds of warships fired their Main Cannons and launched their missiles, aimed at the flying enemies, giving their enemies a welcome they didn’t expect.
In just the span of a few seconds, the sky was covered in a thick mist of blood, made from hundreds of monsters exploding out of the sheer firepower that assaulted their bodies.
Cristopher, who was leading the 69th Battalion, and Marion, who was leading the Valkyries, flew a few meters above ground, circling back to the sea and leading the Aerial Squadron to safety.
Their only purpose was to serve as bait in order to lure the Flying Monsters that were being led by a Rank 7 Great Eagle.
When Zed suddenly disappeared, his subordinates had lost their pillar of support. Although someone was leading them in battle, the Great Eagle wasn’t as well-versed in commanding the other monsters, leading to the destruction of their formation.
Cristopher, who had seen the Great Eagle from a distance, aimed his sniper rifle and pulled the trigger.
A dark bullet pierced through the Giant Eagle’s body, but the Giant Monster was unfazed by this sneak attack from Thirteen’s right-hand man.
“Mission accomplished,” Cristopher reported.
“Good job, Cristopher,” Thirteen replied.
The Supreme Commander of the Alliance glanced at the projection of the battlefield in front of him and saw a red blinking dot in the sky.
The bullet Cristopher had shot was only a tracker bullet, allowing them to pinpoint the exact location of the leader of the Flying Monsters.
“Go for the kill, Uncle,” Thirteen said through the communicator.
“Understood,” Michael replied before he fixed the glasses on his face. “Fire the Main Cannons.”
“Firing the Main Cannons!” his subordinate replied.
Suddenly, a red beam of light trailed across the sky as the Main Cannon of the Leventis Aircraft Carrier used its most powerful cannon, which Thirteen had designed two years ago.
This cannon only had a quarter of Nautilus’ firepower, but it was enough to do the job that it was made for.
The Great Eagle, who was about to chase Cristopher and the others, suddenly felt something dangerous headed in its direction.
However, despite knowing the danger, there was nothing it could do. The attack that had been aimed in its direction was simply incredibly fast and incredibly deadly.
The red beam collided with the Great Eagle’s right wing, vaporizing it. And with it, the monster was forced to come crashing down from the sky.
However, it didn’t end there.
All the monsters that were along the red beam’s path were annihilated instantly, leaving only blood mist spraying in the air. “Sir, the Cannon is overheating,” the officer who was stationed to fire the Main Cannon gave his report. “We won’t be able to fire it right away.”
“Understood,” Michael replied as he fixed his glasses. “Let it cool off for a while.”
“Yes, Sir!”
Thirteen, who had been informed that the Great Eagle had fallen on the ground, gave the 69th Battalion and the Valkyries the order to eliminate it without mercy.
A few miles away from the battlefield, Jalrog glanced at the Wolf King and Broodmother with triumph.
“See? I told you—the humans are going to attack,” Jalrog. “Fine, we believe you now,” the Wolf King replied as it glanced at the Broodmother. “We will act according to the plan.”
“Good.” The Broodmother replied before giving a loud screech.
Countless spiders started to burrow into the ground in preparation to ambush the ground forces of the Wanderers, who would pass through their trap as soon as they defeated the Flying Monsters that were barring their way.
Jalrog laughed internally. Everything was going according to the plan of the messenger who had spoken to it a few days ago.
Now, all it needed to do was play its role and wait for the two Kings who had looked down on it to suffer a fate that they didn’t see coming.