Still Loved Even In The New World
CHAPTER 150: The True Warrior.

Phile...

This is the fate of the weak. They would only submit to a stronger power. The soldiers threw their weapons and fell crying on the muddy ground. No matter how reluctant they were to give up, in front of absolute strength, they would be unable to do anything but submit.

While observing the soldiers from the Xuan Ming empire, I paid attention around and spread my detection over a very wide area, trying to sense the strange energy fluctuations. If there really was a strong force hiding, this was the perfect time to come out, but what disappointed me, after I waited for a while I did not feel any strange energy fluctuations at all.

I looked at the people who surrendered on the ground like a rat in a trash can. What I didn't expect, a group of soldiers around over a hundred people, they remained standing tightly holding the sword in their hands. Their eyes were not directed at my troops, but their eyes were looking straight at me. In those eyes, I could see the determination and the stubbornness of those people.

I had previously noticed their group. In fact, during the desperate fight in the beginning, they still did not extinguish their fighting spirit. I continued to float in the air while watching them, waiting for them to say something.

Not as I thought. They didn't say a word to me. One who might be the leader, he turned his attention away from me and looked at my troops who were marching.

"For the sake of our homeland and the family behind us... Forward... Never despair... ATTACK...!!"

"Yes...!"

"attacked... Kill them...!"

He raised his sword and ran leading the people behind him to meet my troops. The collision happened very quickly. More than a hundred people have never trembled in the face of my hundreds of thousands of troops marching...

I must admit that I admire their courage. But... I also hate patriotic enemies. They will fight to the end and make things more difficult.

The sound of the gun was heard again. Those over a hundred people moved flexibly between my troops and fought with the people in front of him. Even though they are very strong, but compared to my troops, despite Zero's forces, they are still nothing but trash.

But, despite being trash, their fighting ability was at least on par with a zero who had been trained in combat. They can survive for a long time in the face of my troops, of course my troops who fight them are only a few people, and others just watch the show.

Perhaps being aroused by the battle by those people, Xuan Ming's army that had been sitting for a long time and was desperate, they seemed to regain a hope. How many people stood up with muddy bodies and came back holding tightly to the weapons in their hands.

"Fight... Fight to the end...!"

"Kill Enemies... Attack...!."

They also ran and rejoined the fight. With a few pioneers, many people also started to stand up and grab whatever weapons were near them.

Their faces, armors, and bodies were so dark from the lingering mud, as if they were fused with this gloomy environment, but the unyielding light in their eyes was truly dazzling.

They immediately ran back and clashed with my troops. In just a short time, more than 600,000 people got back up and continued their struggle.

The second stage battle begins...

It's not that I don't want to finish them off as soon as possible, but fighting a stubborn and unyielding enemy like this is proper training for my troops. After all, I also want to see, to what extent their fighting spirit can endure...

Even though their energy was almost exhausted and even reached its limit, but their fighting spirit became the fuel to continue fighting. It was simply not visible that they had gone through such a long time of war.

Bodies and stumps began to pile up higher and higher. It should be known, since the beginning of the war to date, this war has claimed the lives of more than 800,000 people from both sides. Although at the beginning of the war my forces had fewer men, but the longer the war went on, the more visible the superiority of my troops became. Especially that my Tier one warrior has not diminished at all.

The word 800,000 is not just a number, but every number is a life. Can you imagine how cruel the war that lasted for a while. Various weapons and fighting techniques were used in the war, leaving only the thought of killing the enemy.

The war on the surface is getting more violent. No one else has the mentality of a friend or colleague. They used a wide variety of high-destroyed power magic to attack the enemy without estimating that the attack might also have an impact on their comrades.

Time passed, the battlefield was so chaotic and bloody, every minute and every second there would be cries of despair and lives lost.

In my army, I use not only biological warriors, but also mechanical warriors. I saw a Zero humanoid Robot warrior that was blasted by the magic of the warrior Xuan Ming until his entire body became pieces of metal scattered in the battlefield.

Humanoid Robot Warrior or «ARTINOID–WARINE» (ARTificial Intelligence humAINOID– WAR machine) is a mechanical soldier created by Sister Argent who was left behind at Moon Palace. Almost all of the robotic warriors and high-tech equipment in the entire Moon Palace were created by Sister Argent.

Not that the other members could not make it, but for robotics and artificial intelligence technology, Sister Argent is the best. After all in the real world he was the son of the owner of the largest robot and artificial intelligence development company around the world at that time. In addition, Sister Argent himself is a child who is called a genius in the field of robotics.

Seeing my soldiers die one by one, there was actually a faint feeling of heartache. After all, me and the guild members sisters made those soldiers wholeheartedly. Starting from collecting materials, character design, to their programs we create by spending a lot of time and effort.

Although I am heartbroken to see them destroyed, but I also want to see if they can progress through this war.

The war continues. The sense of time began to become more and more vague amid the tension and the fires of war that are still turbulent.

Seeing that victory had already begun to lean towards us, I nodded in satisfaction, but I could not continue to see my remaining soldiers suffer death and damage.

There's no way I'd want to see a loss just like that, right?. In order to deal further damage, I decided to return to the battlefield and harvest more Exp.

With a slight flap of wings, I flew straight towards the center of the war. To outsiders, the wings that were behind me had extremely high temperatures, but to me who had the blood of the Moon Phoenix, I could not sense it at all.

Arriving at the center of the war, I noticed the people who were shouting and continued forward without fear of death with a slight feeling of admiration for their fighting spirit.

I don't know, ever since the blood of the Phoenix and the other two bloods fused into my body, I have absolutely no pity or reluctance to see the terrain of people who are filled with the dead.

Well, maybe right now I've inherited the nature of the Phoenix and the Elves. I need to explain here. The Phoenix race and the elf race had a lot in common in their traits, such as: arrogance, pride, and affection.

The Phoenix Race and the Elf Race, they were both arrogant. They are two races that are loved by nature. Especially the Phoenix race, they were a race equal to dragons and were born in the early times. They were emperors among beasts, one of the four early beasts or could be called gods for the beast race.

While elves, they were a race born in the third epoch, the same as humans. It's just that they are a race that is very sensitive to mana as well as a beautiful race with a very long life.

Since they were a very sensitive race and were favored by mana, the elven race could easily master magic and various fighting techniques using mana. Moreover, with their sensitivity to mana, they became easier to break through barriers and enter the next tier.

Due to the advantages of both races, both races were extremely proud and considered the other races as inferior races to them. It was the arrogance and pride of a race that stood at the top of the world. Of course when compared to the four god beast races, elves were much inferior.

And for affection, even though the Phoenix race and the Elf race were very proud and arrogant to the bones, and considered the other races as lowly races, but they also had great affection. They will love their family very much, even if they are of different races. If a Phoenix or an elf liked someone of a different race, they would never let go and be extremely loyal. They will sacrifice their lives for their partners. They will also only love one for good, even if their love is unrequited.

That's why mom and dad love each other. And grandmother, she looked at father with a hint of dissatisfaction. It's all because of their nature. Well, even though the blood of the elves grandmother and mother is very thin.

However, the one thing that was most striking about the nature of the Phoenix race as well as the Elf race, was that they were ruthless. As a ferocious beast, the Phoenix was extremely ruthless and had no feelings in destroying and slaughtering. Even the Phoenix race is referred to as the disaster-carrying race. It was because the Phoenix race liked its beauty, if they saw something that they thought was damaging to them or bothering them, they would destroy it indiscriminately.

I exhaled lightly and decided to use the AOE magic once in a while to immediately end this war. Of course I did not intend to kill all the enemy soldiers, but I had to mentally crush them to pieces.

When I had already made up my mind and was ready to execute it, I suddenly felt which one was going berserk. I watched around the battlefield. From a distance of about 3km, I saw about 3000 hooded witches marching around a magic circle. They thrust the sword into their stomachs and allowed the red blood to flow throughout the magic circle while continuing to cast spells.

Oh, Sacrificial magic?. I don't know how powerful their sacrificial magic was, but if it was in Alterion, the sacrificial magic would not be inferior to Tier three magic.

Self-sacrifice magic was magic used by low Tier people to cast high Tier magic. Because mana was insufficient, they had to use the lives and blood of many people to cover up the deficiency of mana.

Not only NPCs, the players in Alterion also sometimes used such magic in the early stages. Early stage because they only used Tier three magic to Tier three pinnacle. Not because they could not use that technique to summon higher Tier magic, but the higher the level of magic summoned, the greater the sacrifice required.

Especially, if they were to use that technique to summon magic stronger than Tier three, they would also use soul power and even use their souls.

As I said, the soul is a very important thing in the game Alterion. If the soul power is consumed too much, then that person will experience a period of weakness until the entire lost soul power is replenished. And if their souls were destroyed, they would be banned and not allowed to enter Alterion again.

Slowly, the magic circle that was splashed with blood began to glow red. The sky above the Battlefield also had a gigantic magic circle in hot orange. That magic circle covered at least an area of 20km and nearly engulfed the entire battlefield.

The mana in the air went berserk and sucked crazily towards that magic circle. It didn't take long, a gigantic glowing fireball began to form. The fireball was huge and hot, as if in the dark world of Helheim, it suddenly gave birth to a sun.

Heat and distorted air disrupted the course of the war. Smoke and dust began to scatter due to the enormous mass pressure of the fireball.

After the fireball appeared, the self-sacrificing witches dried up and turned into ashes on the ground. With the death of the last witch, the fireball also fell towards the battlefield, befalling the soldiers who were at war.

But don't forget, that in the sky the battlefield is currently controlled by the Valkyrie troops I have summoned. There were hundreds of thousands of them and were each between Tier two and three.

Valkyrie raised their heads and looked at the giant falling fireballs. They raised golden spears in their hands simultaneously.

Boommm...!

The clash of fireballs and shields was extremely violent. The air shook and the hot temperature spread out to tens of kilometers away. The mud created from the blood of the soldiers on the battlefield, evaporated into a foul-smelling and rancid mist that was extremely stinging. Even I feel a little nauseous with that smell.

The sky that was red became orange lit up, as if the sky was also burned by a fireball. The spectacular view lasted for a few minutes. But, those few minutes were a few minutes filled with the power of terror and destruction.

Such a horrifying sight only slightly affected the fighting soldiers. Not because they don't care, but they don't have time to think about more things.

After I was convinced that the sacrificial magic had been suppressed, I turned my attention back to the war.

«Racial Magic, Tier 3: Moon Dust»

A slightly bluish white light sphere the size of a thumb began to form around my wings. Those balls of light numbered in the thousands that were extremely dense.

The air that was originally hot, suddenly dropped dramatically to freezing. A thin layer of ice formed on my right and left cheeks. I actually did not feel the cold at all. I just felt that the air temperature dropped a little, and it even tended to be cool.

Swos...!!.

With a flap of my wings, those thousands of bluish-white balls of light shot into the middle of Xuan Ming's army carrying smoky white tail tracks like an extremely long comet.

Bang...!

Bang...!

Bang...!

...

As soon as those bluish-white balls of light hit the ground around the soldier Xuan Ming, those balls of light exploded. All those less than 20m away were instantly vaporized into ice powder, while those up to forty meters away froze into ice sculptures.

Although the effective distance of the explosion was only about 40m, but those outside that distance were still affected significantly. Their skin was burned by a bluish-white flame and began to exfoliate with freezing cold smoke.

The fire that burned them was not a hot fire at all, but instead, the fire that burned them had a temperature so cold that it was able to burn the skin of biological beings very severely.

If a human was exposed, he would not be able to tell whether the fire was hot or cold, but they could see that on the muddy ground, a thick layer of ice began to form.

With the number of bluish white balls that are quite a lot, the area that has an impact is also very wide and causes many casualties. Not only that, but the frozen muddy ground also complicated their movements and made many of Xuan Ming's warriors fall down due to the layer of ice.

«Ice Magic, Tier 3: Thousand of frozen thorns»

From the frozen ground, suddenly sharp ice spikes were sticking out and piercing the soldiers who were on it. The sharp ice thorns were very dense and hard with a very large number, so the victims affected by the attack were also very many. Those who were pierced by the ice thorns did not have time to drip blood from their wounds and instantly froze into ice sculptures.

With the presence of ice spines, the battlefield grew increasingly hostile. Victims who managed to escape sometimes will accidentally fall into a group of ice spines and directly on the nail there.

In two consecutive attacks, it managed to take down the casualties of more than three hundred thousand soldiers. With the dwindling number of Xuan Ming warriors, the pressure they suffered became even greater and the falling casualties became more and more numerous.

This was why people who had entered the Tier thought that zero was extremely weak.100 zero was comparable to one Tier 1. He said it was comparable not because they could defeat Tier one, but they could already give a fight to Tier one. And if zero was against Tier 2, then no matter how many they were, they were simply vegetables that could be harvested.

"Relax... No matter how hard you fight, you are just like a dried leaf in the middle of a storm. What use do you keep putting up useless resistance and causing more deaths. Surrender, and I'll save your lives...!"

I used mental waves to send messages across the battlefield to be heard by everyone.

Realizing that what I said was the truth and feeling that they would lose, they already wanted to give up, but they still hesitated because they were afraid that if they gave up, their lives would also be lost. All I did by sending that message was to strengthen their surrender decision.

Amid the approaching despair and death, the words of surrender were their last resort. War is not only a contest of power and strategy, but war is also a contest of enemy feelings. The weaker the enemy's mentality, the easier they would collapse...

"A... Me, I give up....!"

From the edge of the battlefield, I heard a cry of surrender that was slightly drowned by the sound of battle. He threw his weapon and immediately ran away from the battlefield.

"A, I gave up too..."

"We're giving up..."

With the first example, then the second, third, and the enemy began to appear. Gradually, people who gave up became more and more numerous. They threw their obsolete weapons and withdrew to the edge of the battlefield.

In less than an hour after the first man surrendered, almost all of the soldiers surrendered. Only a few had not given up and continued to fight, yet their resistance was just like a drop of fresh water falling into the ocean, leaving behind the slightest wave.

I saw a battlefield that was getting quieter because the war was about to end. In one of the battlefield positions, I saw a soldier returning to his feet from a sticky mud pit. His left hand was cut off and there were about three swords that stuck out from the front of his body and penetrated all the way to his back.

With a lotus wound like that, an ordinary person was sure to die, but he still held tightly to his weapon and tried to get back on his feet. He approached the soldier with slow steps and staggered and swung the sword with trembling hands.

Clang...!

The sound of the sword clang as it hit my warrior armor. Merely, due to his severe injuries and weakened condition, he did not cause any scratches to my warrior armor at all.

With that attack, the soldier fell back and did not get back up. It seemed like the attack he had carried out was the last attack before death. I flew over and noticed the soldier kneeling on the muddy ground.

He was the soldier who led the resistance in the second war. I did not expect, that he would really hold his battle spirit until the end. He deserves to be respected as a true warrior...

Right now, the war is completely over...

I flew back to the same height as the Valkyries and watched the entire vast battlefield. At the end of the battlefield, there was a fortress right at the foot of the rocky mountain range. From above, I could see several hundred people running away using Enderhorse. In the middle of the group, there were two people who seemed to be nobles in this war. Their clothes were already dirty with traces of blood in some places.

When I saw them, they also looked at me.

Swos...!

There was a gust of wind behind me that was getting closer. No need to turn around, I already know who it is.

Arkne:"Your Majesty, should we kill them?."

Filia:"No. We don't have to do that. Let them return and bring news of defeat to their leader."

I paused for a moment and gave Arkne further orders.

Filia:"Ordered one airship to follow them and to prevent the emperor's family from escaping. Let the troops be pioneers and prepare a welcome for us."

Arkne:"Soon, Your Majesty."

Arkne segera menghilang seperti hembusan angin. Aku kembali melirik Medan perang yang menyedihkan dan prajurit Xuan Ming yang di tangkap karena menyerah.

The total remaining Xuan Ming troops are less than 300,000 people, while my troops still have over 600,000 people including Tier one who are still intact.

Worn weapons, bloody mud puddles, dismembered limbs, and ice sculptures nailed by ice spines.All the sorrows of the battlefield can be seen in this vast expanse. It's been a sad black record in history for centuries.

Photo:"Valkyrie: Requiem...!"

(The end of this chapter).

I'm sorry I made you wait so long.

Enjoy your dear reader. See you next time.(. ⁇ ̄3 ̄) ⁇ ╭～