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Marshal Draco, the Supre Commander of Freedom Force, led the main Legion of a hundred thousand Summors to the Paradis.
He rode a majestic Red Dragon, approximately 50 ters tall and wider.
Upon breaking the barrier of Paradis, his sharp gaze suddenly lifted upward the sky, feeling a strong presence there.
Up above, in the stratosphere
A long silhouette streaked across the sky. A perfect circle of petals unfurled, revealing a Sophisticated Machine, about the equal size of a Dragon.
Inside the cockpit was a beautiful woman dressed in snowy white combat dress.
Commander Blue Lotus had arrived.
Blue Lotus’s expression was serene, but her robotic hands were already weaving through the air fluidly—drawing complex sigils, each one summoning dozens of lotus-shaped blades of energy, sharp enough to cleave steel.
Down below, a shadow darker than night ripped across the sea.
A second force erged with black chs with crimson highlights, crawling like spiders across the air itself.
Commander Blood laughed inside his cockpit.
"Haha... It’s ti to dance, you rebels."
Marshal Draco sneered. "You think these junks will scare us?"
Behind him, more dragons erged—mighty creatures whose building-sized weight shook the very earth beneath them.
He turned to his army and declared, "It is ti, my soldiers! Ti to reclaim Paradise as its rightful heirs!"
The rebels roared, "YEAH!" while Draco continued,
"Rember... You may bleed today, but your sacrifice will be rembered forever in history. So rise, my brethrens! My soldiers! Those machines cannot compare to your tough bones. Show them the aning of true power!"
The rebels erupted in loud cheers:
"Summoners are mighty!"
"Paradise will be ours!"
Their primal roars and chants echoed across the battlefield—a thunderous cacophony marking the beginning of a grand clash.
Even so of the brave souls behind the chas trembled, their senses overwheld by the monstrous growls and primitive howls of the approaching beasts.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Steel clashed against bone in a thunderous war cry.
Tens of thousands of chas collided with ferocious summoned beasts, their movents fluid and precise, like extensions of the pilot’s own body.
The cha pilots had trained in the Soul Link System from a very young age. Only the elite among them ever earned the right to beco true cha Warriors.
There were several specialized types among them: lee Type, Physical Weapon Type, Energy Weapon Type, and Spell Caster Type.
In terms of combat versatility and precision, chas were by no ans inferior to summoned beasts.
But the true danger ca from the Summoners themselves.
With cunning tactics and unique abilities, they coordinated attacks that caught the chas off guard. Their deadly traps or combining strikes proved fatal.
And then there were the Gigantic Beasts.
A massive dragon slamd its paw down, flattening a cha in an instant. Its armor crumpled like paper under the overwhelming force.
The pilot died.
Just then—
"Swish, Swish, Swish!"
Sharp Blue Blades, in shape lotus petals descended onto the green scaled Dragon, slicing it apart like tofu.
"ROARRRR!"
The battlefield was chaos incarnate.
tal clanked. Flesh sizzled. Blood spilled, sparks flew, and smoke mingled in the air, announcing that the war for Paradise had truly begun.
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On the Western Front:
"Co Forth!"
Igaris raised his hand, and in a swirl of fire and shadows, Serynthia erged.
The Winged beast’s Crimson scales shimred under the sunlight, each plate as tough as forged steel. The mont it landed with a thunderous thud, the soldiers around him paused, eyes widening in awe.
Even the most skeptical of his subordinates exchanged glances, visibly impressed.
So this was the Spirit beast of the infamous "Darkfire."
Without needing further convincing, when Igaris gave the signal, they moved in unison, summoning their own beasts in preparation for the clash ahead.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Monts later, over a hundred Flying Beasts took to the skies, soaring behind Igaris in tight formation.
"Buzz, buzz!"
Their wings beat in sync, forming a living wave of scaled death that advanced toward the enemy lines.
Above, the sky darkened with motion.
chas rose like shooting stars, propelled by powerful energy thrusters, intercepting the oncoming swarm. Their polished fras reflected the sun, giving them an almost divine presence as they spun and weaved through the air with surgical precision.
Their massive swords, spears, and halberds all were aid at the bellies and wings of the airborne beasts.
The collision was explosive.
Screeches of creatures filled the sky as steel clashed with flesh, and blood splattered across tal hulls.
The chas moved with inhuman agility, but the beasts countered with savage instinct and elental power.
The sky above the Western Front had also beco a battleground of machines and monsters.
And at its center, Igaris rode Serynthia like a Crimson cot, piercing forward with blazing intent.
"Incinerate."
Standing atop the semi-dragon, Igaris gave the command coldly.
Whether they were potential allies or not, rcy had no place on this battlefield.
Serynthia growled in acknowledgnt.
"ROARRRR!"
A thunderous draconic roar followed, then ca the fire.
A wave of searing breath burst from her maw, engulfing a formation of ground chas in a crimson blaze as she soared over their heads.
"Bzzzz!"
The sound of tal warping and systems shorting echoed like a death knell.
"Aaaahhh!"
The agonized screams tore through the chaos as the pilots inside boiled alive, their reinforced suits failing under the sheer heat.
Soon, their cries fell silent; but the echo of their death howls lingered in the ears of other cha warriors like the whisper of vengeful ghosts.
A sudden stillness gripped the ground forces.
All eyes turned upward, and only now did they notice the monstrous crimson wyvern above... and the young man standing on its back.
He looked no older than twenty, yet his presence was chilling. The wind whipped through his black hair as his glowing blue eyes scanned the battlefield with an unflinching gaze.
There was no fear in those eyes. No hesitation.
Only cold resolve.
His silhouette, frad against fire and smoke, appeared almost ethereal; like a myth co to life. His aura radiated not just strength, but inevitability.
And in that mont, both sides realized it. He was not ordinary.
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