Chapter 493: New Warlords

Warlord Kaelrix activated his Talent; Creation, without hesitation, a swirling blue portal materialized into existence.

Without so much as a pause, he stepped through it. Behind him, Warlord Therionis and Warlord Zauren followed, their expressions marked by boredom.

The moment they departed, Grand Marshal Titan broke the silence.

“You do realize you’ve just indirectly disobeyed an indirect order, don’t you?”

Anthony merely shook his head, a calm smile tugging at his lips.

“No disrespect intended, Grand Marshal. But this is my aircraft. Why wait outside for hours when we can simply walk in?”

He replied smoothly.

“Lieutenant Anthony raises a valid point. Why endure hours of waiting when he offers a faster route? I’d rather begin assembling my forge without delay”

The Grand Marshal Dwarf spoke with a knowing smile.

Anthony turned to face him, his own smile also present.

‘These elders are sly’

He mused inwardly.

‘He kept silent while the Warlords were present, but the moment they were gone, he suddenly becomes my advocate.’

He voiced none of this, his thoughts remained his own.

“Let’s get this over with, I want to set up my lab as well”

Zhyravel remarked from the side, his tone sharp and impatient.

Within the military airspace, a portal materialized abruptly, and one by one, the three Warlords stepped through.

But awaiting them was a searing red beam,

a swift, deadly strike that surged forward with lethal intent, threatening to annihilate them instantly.

Warlord Therionis, visibly bored, casually raised his hand as the beam surged toward them. With a subtle gesture, he activated his Talent; Transformation, and the lethal red beam shattered instantly, transforming into countless glimmering shards of light. The sky itself seemed to shimmer and dazzle in response to their radiant presence.

Mana surged to the Warlords’ throats, amplifying their voices until they thundered across the entire military base in perfect unison.

“WE ARE THE WARLORDS OF MILITARY BASE ALPHA-6. STAND DOWN”

Their voice echoed through every ear present. Heads snapped upward, drawn to the sight of three identical figures, crimson-haired, crimson-eyed, with expressions of utter boredom as they stood side by side.

Simultaneously, the three Warlords unleashed their auras in unison, their formidable presences sweeping over the military airspace with effortless dominance.

From below, surges of raw aura erupted violently, and without warning, these overwhelming forces surged forward with blinding speed toward the Primarchs of Reality.

They were the Warlords of the military base Alpha-9

Within moments, the newly arrived Warlords floated calmly before the Primarchs of Reality

Their presences engulfed the sky, an overwhelming tide of power as they regarded one another in silence.

Then, with a subtle nod, their auras dissipated entirely, as if they had never been there.

“We are the three Warlords of this base. How may we assist you? And why did you not use the communication channel we established?”

One of the newly arrived Warlords spoke, her voice soft and gentle, carrying an almost ethereal calm. Her eyes and hair were a vivid shade of green, as if she had been born from the very essence of nature itself.

She was an Elf.

“And why is it that we cannot sense what lies within the aircraft behind you?”

Another Warlord interjected, his voice firm yet controlled. His skin bore rich shades of brown and black, his hair cropped short and neatly arranged. Broad-shouldered and imposing, even though he had withdrawn his aura, his mere presence distorted the very air around him.

He was a Titan.

With a heavy sigh, Warlords Zauren, Therionis, and Kaelrix began to recount the full tale of the Severed Crown of Echoes.

They detailed not only its functions but also the catastrophic war it had ignited, one that had ravaged the entire military base and ultimately caused the planet’s collapse, resulting in millions of casualties.

They explained that within the aircraft behind them were the survivors, soldiers and personnel from the Logistics Department, saved from the devastation.

The expressions of the three newly arrived Warlords instantly darkened, disbelief etched into their features. They could scarcely fathom what they had just heard, a military base utterly destroyed.

A war of such magnitude was unprecedented.

Though conflicts were common, the complete fall of an entire base was unheard of.

After the explanation concluded, the Primarchs of Reality complied with the instructions of the new Warlords, guiding the aircraft to land on a remote, uninhabited island.

The hatch of the aircraft swung open, and soldiers spilled out like a swarm of ants, relief visibly washing over them with each step.

Many inhaled deeply, allowing the warm rays of the sun to bathe their weary bodies.

Though they had been rescued and tended to, a profound sense of safety eluded them, no matter how secure the aircraft felt, nothing compared to the sanctuary of a military base.

“We will provide the soldiers with quarters to stay in for the time being, as we await further instructions from the Supreme Monarch”

The last of the three Warlords finally spoke, his gaze sweeping over the millions of soldiers and Logistics personnel assembled below.

His hair was black, his frame lean and purposeful. Piercing blue eyes surveyed the scene with quiet authority. A cape draped over his shoulders billowed in the wind, and a katana hung at his waist. His arms were crossed over his chest, calm but powerful.

He was a Human.

Although the Warlords were the second in power within the military base, they couldn’t operate on matters like these without the approval of their supreme Monarch.

“Is the Supreme Monarch present?”

Warlord Kaelrix asked as he turned to the Human Warlord.

“No. She left on something urgent some hours ago”

The Human Warlord replied calmly, his gaze still on the aircraft below.

Then suddenly, the last person from the aircraft stepped out. White air, blue eyes, perfect face.

It was Anthony.

‘He looks just like her’

The Human Warlord said as his eyes squinted at Anthony’s presence.

But he wasn’t the only one. The Elf Warlord and Titan Warlord also turned their gazes to Anthony.

They watched as he simply waved his hand and the colossal aircraft disappeared.

“You know him?”

Warlord Therionis asked as noticed the three Warlords staring at Anthony.

At his question, the Elf Warlord replied.

“We do. His mother, Mitchelle Crimson is the Supreme Monarch of this Military Base”

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