The Martial Unity

The Martial Assault Force that surged in the direction of the Shionel Confederation at high speeds had two goals.

Destruction.

And Death.

Specifically, the death of one person.

The Void Prince.

The Prime Minister had personally assured the Master-level force that they would get the opportunity to fight the Void Prince with a massive numeric advantage if he did authorize the attack. Although they weren’t sure whether he had succeeded, they would still fulfill their mission to the best of their abilities.

Destruction was all but too easy for Martial Artists of the higher Realms.

BOOOOOM BOOOOOM BOOOOOM!!!

As they surged toward the Shionel Confederation, they unleashed their power, wrecking the complex network of roads and transportation infrastructure that the Shionel Confederation and especially Guildmaster Bradt relied on.

It didn’t matter who won the battle.

The Shionel Confederation had already begun to pay the price for antagonizing the alliance. The world would understand the consequences of defying the three Sage-level powerhouses. This was the message that Prime Minister Edward was intent on spreading to all of East Panama. He wanted all future allies to remember what would happen if they chose to ally with the Kandrian Empire. He especially wanted the other undecided Sage-level powerhouses to take a good look at the events that were unfolding and remember the consequences of siding with the Kandrian Empire.

BOOOOOM BOOOOOM BOOOOOM!!!

Years’ and even decades’ worth of accumulated infrastructure that had been built to accommodate high-speed carriages were destroyed in the shortest of split seconds. The only inhibition that attackers had was ensuring that they didn’t go too far and minimize casualties, lest they wind up getting targeted by the Panamic Martial Federation for their Martial Crimes.

BOOOOOM BOOOOOM BOOOOOM!!!

They carpet-bombed everything of even remotely great value that they could find as they shot toward the Shionel Confederation unimpeded.

Until, of course, they were impeded.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The enemy Martial Sages stiffened as they blocked a devastating attack landing on them from afar, halting their entire force where they stood.

“Hahaha! Looks like you maggots aren’t too weak after all!” Sage Damian grinned. His bloodlust heightened as he sensed the strength of his enemies from a distance. “It wouldn’t be fun if that alone was enough to take all of you out!”

His grin widened as his Martial Heart, Mind, and Soul blazed with power, reaching

extraordinary heights.

From within the depths of his being, his Martial Embodiment bloomed in all its ephemeral glory.

The world beheld his destruction.

Every ounce of power he had ever accumulated in his entire life was for the sake of destroying his opponents.

He had mastered every form of offensive field Martial Art known to the Martial World and had reached a realm of destruction that very few beings in the world had ever come to reach.

It was his Martial Path and his Martial Embodiment.

Destruction itself.

Yet, destruction held different meanings to different people.

Some people saw an endless inferno that reduced everything to ash.

Others saw a cataclysmic meteorite that wiped out all life in the entire world.

A few saw catastrophic earthquakes leveling everything everywhere.

No two people beheld the same form of destruction.

Yet, they all saw destruction when they looked at him, nonetheless.

“He has come,” the Martial Sage leading the Martial Assault Force remarked with a sharp expression as he drew an enormous greatsword from his scabbard. “This place will become a devastating battlefield. Masters, circle around and continue the operation at the Shionel Confederation. You must kill the Void Prince as soon as possible.”

The many Martial Masters simply issued a brief curt nod before disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving the ten Martial Sages behind.

“Here they come,” the leader of the Sage-level force, Sage Shaia, commented with a calm and composed expression. “We outnumber them two to one. I will handle Damian myself, and the rest of you will kill the remaining Sages quickly. Then, we will head over and kill the Void Prince if he isn’t already dead. After that…”

His eyes narrowed. “We capture the Shionel Confederation. No more. No less. We will do exactly what we were paid to do.”

The strongest Martial Sage of the Republic of Gorteau had no intention of lifting even a single finger beyond executing the contract that he signed with Prime Minister Edward.

He didn’t care about the war.

He only cared about how lucrative his commissions would become due to how heavily needed his services were.

The Martial Sages from the Britannian Empire and the Sekigahara Confederate frowned with disdain and disapproval towards him, yet they didn’t have a choice.

He was the leader of the operation.

BOOOOOM BOOOOOM BOOOOOM!!!

A volley of devastatingly powerful attacks converged on them before they could even

respond.

SLASH!!!

In a single smooth stroke, Sage Shaia’s greatsword cleaved through all of Damian’s attacks with effortless ease. His eyes shifted as he swept his gaze over to the five Martial Sages that shot towards them at high speeds.

“You are brave to fight us all head-on, Damian,” Sage Shaia remarked with a cold voice. “Unfortunately, bravado will not be enough for you or your friends to survive the battle.” Damian’s grin widened even further while the bloodlust in his eyes spread even deeper. “Hah, we’ll see about that!”

BO00000000OM!!!

A devastating explosion erupted as the Martial Sages clashed against each other.

Heaven and earth mourned as fifteen forces of nature in human form unleashed their calamitous power against each other, fighting desperately to cull their opponents and win the

battle.

The defending Sages were of a dark disposition.

They would have to fight more than one Martial Sage at once.

And while none of them were weak, such lopsided numbers were merely a recipe for disaster.

It would be a miracle if all of them came out of this alive.

RUMBLE!!!

While the Sages began their devastating battle, the Martial Masters surged towards the Shionel Confederation, only to find a lone Martial Master waiting on the battlefield.

A hungering darkness stirred in the depths of his eyes, waiting for them.