Though the Ebonveil system’s main planets were only five, they were imnse, all High Level.
Considering that Azure, before becoming an Aberration, was low-level, these devil planets could host far more high-level lifeforms.
Destroying them would be much harder.
However, there were countless smaller planets, asteroids, and various stars where the assault could begin.
Jeremy didn’t want to win too quickly. He wanted his generals to have fun, especially Jordan.
He was too excited and needed to unleash himself.
The Ebonveil system’s main planets were five: Umbravox, Nightspire, Duskend, Drimveil, and Shadowcrux, orbiting the Nexus, a colossal portal pulsing like a heart of darkness, its eerie glow casting long, sinister shadows across the void.
The Diaphane fleets, led by the Prismatic Light, sward toward the outer planets, while the Azure ship, a spear of black bone, halted at the system’s edge.
A portal opened.
The Osseoth Army horde erupted into space, an army of Aberrations unrelated to the generals erged.
The Osseoth Army mbers were no longer just common undead skeletons but included Aberrations.
Of course, these were different from the Generals, but they were still stronger than simple undead.
Armored skeletons with veins of azure plasma, bone beasts reforming after every blow, and shadow colossi devouring light. Each Aberration was a masterpiece, their grotesque forms shimring with an unnatural vitality that defied the laws of existence.
They seed crafted from the sa mold, each mirroring the other’s form.
"What... are those things?" whispered a Diaphane soldier aboard a reconnaissance ship.
"They’re the creatures Commander Zyr-Vaelis spoke of... seeing them in person makes it clear. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said that kid is strong. With an army like this at his disposal... he could do whatever he wants."
On Umbravox, Lord Varkis watched the horde approach. "Prepare the defenses!" he roared, summoning a veil of darkness that enveloped the obsidian fortress, its surface rippling with protective runes that pulsed like a living heartbeat.
But no defense could shield them from what was coming.
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The assault began with the Diaphane fleets, led by Zyr-Vaelis, Xar-Thren, and Veyl-Saris, targeting the smaller, outer planets of the Ebonveil system.
It started with energy blasts from prismatic ships against the devils’ vessels.
However, inside Zyr-Vaelis’s ship, many troops were gathered, including several Nova Rank commanders.
Commander Zyr-Vaelis had a peculiar ability: reality distortion, allowing them to go unnoticed and land directly on Umbravox without detection.
Their goal was to confront the Ebonveil clan’s main forces on their primary planet.
"Good, we’re almost there. In a few minutes, we’ll land on the planet. Rember the plan. We need to draw as much attention as possible to allow Jeremy to destroy the Nexus. Understood?"
Nurous affirming buzzes echoed in the ship’s chamber.
And so, minutes later, part of the Diaphane army landed on Umbravox, launching the assault.
But no Diaphane had accounted for one thing.
Jeremy never liked such boring plans. He had his own way of doing things...
"Good, have fun, my children!"
His words were but a whisper, but every Thalgrith heard them as if they were the ssiah’s command. After all, he was their master.
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Jordan leaped from the portal. Though small, about two ters tall, his presence was the strongest among the generals.
After all, he wasn’t holding back at all.
His roar tore through the void, a wave of madness that shook the Ebonveil ships.
"Flesh! Blood! War!" he scread, his face morphing into a mask of maniacal laughter as he hurtled toward Drimveil, his grotesque form trailing a cot-like aura of crimson energy that scorched the space around him.
Shady, a formless shadow, followed, black filants coiling around Jordan’s claws. "Calm down, beast," he whispered, his voice apathetic. "Don’t destroy everything at once."
Jordan dodged ship blasts as he landed on Drimveil, shattering the ground. The Ebonveil clan’s defenses—shadow towers and Stellar Rank devils—unleashed devastating attacks to et him.
The presence he exuded was too powerful to ignore.
However, Jordan had already faced a Stellar Rank when he was only EX Rank.
Now that he, too, was Stellar Rank and had access to his Stellar Skill, things would be very different.
He wouldn’t lose to anyone at his level.
"Pathetic!" Jordan growled, his face brimming with fury and hatred at the wave of attacks against him. A surge of red energy exploded, distorting reality. Devils collapsed, so screaming, others attacking their own allies in madness.
It was the effect of his unstable emotions.
A Stellar Rank commander with shadow wings charged him. "Die, monster!"
Jordan seized him with a claw, reducing him to a pulp of flesh and blood.
The devil’s blood turned into blades, piercing nearby troops. The blood he drank with each kill only made him stronger and crazier, turning his initial fury into murderous insanity.
"What’s happening? This wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to siege the Nexus’s guardians..." stamred a Diaphane commander from an orbiting ship, watching Jordan devastate an entire devil legion alone.
All the Diaphane commanders looked toward Jordan, alard. Jeremy wasn’t honoring the agreent, after all.
But they could do nothing but watch, stunned by the power displayed by Jeremy’s creature. Moreover, Jordan wasn’t the only one wreaking havoc across the Ebonveil system’s planets.
anwhile, Jordan continued fighting and destroying, heedless of what others thought of him. He slaughtered devils as if they were paper, uncaring of their power level.
Stellar Ranks were a clan’s core, not infinite. About a thousand such beings were stationed on this planet, and most were fighting Jordan.
Few attacks managed to land on him, but this only made Jordan happier, as he began devastating not just enemies but himself and the entire planet.
He was a total maniac. His Stellar Skill made that clear, after all...
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[Stellar Skill: Stability]
Your emotions are too unstable. You must stabilize them. The longer the sa emotion stays on your face, the more Stability points you accumulate.
At maximum charge, based on the emotion you held, you go mad, literally. After all, stability has no place in your vocabulary.
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Fortunately, soone could keep him in check. More or less.
Shady intervened when Jordan began striking aimlessly, his filants immobilizing him for a mont. "Enough, idiot. We’re not here alone. Let the others have fun too."
And he succeeded, enraging Jordan. No matter how, he had to keep his emotions ever-unstable, never letting them stay the sa for too long.
Though his voice lacked emotion, Shady could feel empathy.
A strange, twisted empathy, but empathy nonetheless. He wanted everyone to enjoy killing, not just Jordan.
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On the sa planet, but in a different area from Jordan, Hero stood proudly before an entire legion of Aberrations and various undead.
His dream had always been this. Not to fight personally but to face evil with an army of creatures ready for anything.
Winged skeletons, bone beasts, and shadow warriors sward behind him, a wave of death engulfing the Ebonveil clan’s defenses on the other side of Drimveil, their relentless advance resembling a tidal wave of darkness that consud all in its path.
"For our master! For the Veydras!" Hero thundered, his black bone lance gleaming. He was one of the few generals to use a weapon. Well, it was more for theatrics than anything, but it still made an impression.
The devils were ard with shadow chains and various weapons, using every kind of attack and ability to destroy Hero’s army.
But the Aberration was no longer what he once was. His dream had evolved him differently.
He was no longer the holy warrior capable of facing evil. Or rather, not just that.
With the dream of leading an army, he had evolved along this path, gaining a Stellar Skill that made his army stronger against the most sinful enemies.
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[Stellar Skill: Skill Sharing]
You can share with the legion every ability you possess, every trait that makes you who you are. However, the shared ability’s power will be reduced based on the number of legion mbers and their strength.
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The devils were overwheld by the Aberration army.
No EX Rank could fight these things; only Stellar Ranks had the capacity to face this army.
However, one thing was clear.
The number of Stellar Rank devils wasn’t enough to contain this army of tens of thousands of creatures.
Many devils used their Stellar Skills to destroy the undead, so to trap them in strange domains, but it was all futile.
The army, besides being blessed with Hero’s abilities, was also... immortal. It could reform quickly. To destroy them, their bones had to be disintegrated.
Which was a difficult task, considering they weren’t ordinary bones but true Osseoth.
So Stellar Ranks, seeing the impossibility of facing the death army, decided to charge directly at Hero.
A very wise choice. Truly...
A dozen devils managed to bypass the army, not because they were more skilled, but simply because Hero had ordered not to stop them.
After all, he too wanted so blood on his lance.
And so, a clash of abilities began between the devils and Hero.
Of course, Hero was holding back.
Jeremy’s command was clear.
Have fun.
There was no need to go all out to win, especially since no one could resist them, the Veydras.
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