Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Chapter 706 Chapter 706 Stretching Muscles

Shinari, Aldred’s trusted friend and confidante, entered the command center as Vortimer relayed Aldred’s request. Her piercing blue eyes surveyed the bustling room before locking onto Vortimer. “Where does Aldred want to go?” she inquired, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

Vortimer, still projecting the holographic display of the impending demonic threat, turned his metallic head toward Shinari. “Commander Aldred wishes to clear his mind and stretch his muscles. He’s leaving his post temporarily, and he has requested you to take over.”

Shinari nodded in understanding. “Understood. Tell him I’ll manage things here. And if he needs anything, he knows where to find me.”

With a swift nod, Vortimer left the command center to execute Aldred’s orders. Shinari took Aldred’s place at the central console, immediately addressing the ongoing challenges faced by the emissaries across the galaxy.

Meanwhile, Aldred, accompanied by Vortimer, strode purposefully through the corridors of the Stellar Seraph. The hum of the ship’s machinery and the distant murmur of conversations among the crew surrounded them as they made their way to the hangar bay.

Once in the hangar bay, Aldred’s eyes fell upon the gleaming silhouette of another massive battleship—a vessel designed for both war and exploration. Its sleek design spoke of advanced technology, and its surface shimmered with protective energy shields.

This one should do,” Aldred said, his gaze fixed on the battleship. He turned to Vortimer. “Prepare for departure. We’re visiting the nearest demon-occupied planet.”

Vortimer’s optic sensors flickered with curiosity. “What is your intent?”

Aldred grinned, a glint of determination in his eyes. “I intend to get a firsthand look at what we’re dealing with. It’s time to assess the enemy’s strength and find any weaknesses we can exploit.”

The battleship’s ramp lowered, and Aldred and Vortimer stepped aboard. The vessel’s interior was a testament to the technological prowess of the Imperium—sleek consoles, advanced navigation systems, and a sophisticated war room. As they settled in, Vortimer initiated the launch sequence.

The battleship soared into the cosmos, leaving the protective embrace of the Stellar Seraph. Aldred, seated in the captain’s chair, watched the starry expanse unfold before him. The vastness of the galaxy spread out like a cosmic tapestry, with pinpricks of light representing distant stars and galaxies.

As they approached the demon-occupied planet, its surface was marred by ominous clouds and dark energy emanating from demonic portals. Aldred’s expression hardened as he observed the corrupted landscape.

“Prepare for a stealth descent,” Aldred commanded, and Vortimer efficiently executed the order. The battleship cloaked itself, becoming invisible to the demon forces.

“The fact they don’t detect us this close means that our tech are more advanced than theirs.”

“The demons aren’t known for their technology. Compared to humans, they are far behind. However, their large numbers and psychic powers that allow them to corrupt the souls more than make up for it.”

Aldred agreed with a nod. One of the reason why demons were feared was because they were able to brainwash people. The brainwashing was so powerful that it could affect the entire planet and sometimes an entire solar systems.

Allied ships suddenly turned against their comrades. The very best of friends, sons, spouses suddenly raised their weapons against those whom they loved.

It was a terrifying weapon that no technology manage to counter. The only way to resist was to strengthen the will of the spirit but even the strongest of mankind could relent to the darkness. Even the Holy Sons were not immune.

Aldred stood from his chair, his eyes never leaving the holographic representation of the planet. “I want to see firsthand what these demons are capable of. We need to understand their tactics, their numbers, and any potential weaknesses they might have.”

Vortimer nodded, his synthesized voice steady. “I’m ready to assist in any way, Commander.” .

The battleship descended through the atmosphere, its stealth systems rendering it undetectable to the demonic forces below. As they hovered above the demon-occupied territory, Aldred activated a viewport, allowing them to witness the chaotic scene unfolding on the surface.

Demon legions moved with a terrifying unity, swarming over landscapes tainted by dark energy. Aldred’s jaw clenched as he surveyed the destruction wrought by these malevolent entities.

“Data analysis indicates concentrations of demonic forces at strategic points,” Vortimer reported. “It appears they are consolidating their power for further incursions.”

Aldred’s gaze narrowed. “Take us closer to one of those concentrations. We need to see their tactics up close.”

As the battleship approached a demonic stronghold, Aldred observed the coordination and discipline of the demon forces. Dark magic crackled in the air as demonic commanders orchestrated their minion.

As the battleship hovered above the demon-occupied planet, Aldred’s eyes scanned the chaotic landscape. The once vibrant world, now corrupted by dark energy, held the scars of demonic invasion. Aldred turned to Vortimer, his expression serious. “What was the name of this planet before it fell to the demons?”

Vortimer, processing the historical data, responded with a touch of melancholy in his synthesized voice. “This planet was once known as Eldoria. It was a thriving hub of culture and innovation, a jewel in the Imperium. Now, it serves as a grim reminder of the demonic threat.”

“Stay here and observe, Vortimer. I need to assess the situation on the ground,” Aldred commanded. Without waiting for a response, he phased out of the battleship, leaving Vortimer momentarily stunned by the sudden disappearance of his human commander.

Invisible to the naked eye, Aldred hovered above the demon-infested planet, his senses attuned to the malevolent energy that permeated the atmosphere. The swarming legions of demons moved with a twisted unity, their dark intent palpable even to someone as distant as Aldred.

His eyes narrowed as he observed the demonic concentrations, pinpointing strategic points where the enemy forces gathered. Aldred’s mind calculated the potential threat these concentrations posed.

He needed more than just observations; he needed a decisive action to weaken the demonic forces.

Raising his palm toward the heavens, Aldred summoned a radiant ball of fire that resembled a miniature sun. The stellar winds emanating from the celestial creation were so intense that alarms blared in Vortimer’s battleship, detecting a hazardous anomaly.

Vortimer, his metallic form displaying signs of concern, observed the holographic readouts. “Aldred, the generated stellar wind exceeds safety parameters. It may compromise the integrity of the battleship.”

Aldred, unmoved by the alarms, maintained his focus on the swirling mass of demons below. The demons, sensing the disturbance, looked up to the sky in confusion, unable to comprehend the celestial threat descending upon them.

As Aldred continued to make the miniature sunb bigger, the stellar wind intensified, tearing through the demonic ranks. Thousands of demons were incinerated in an instant, their forms reduced to ashes by the intense heat and force of the stellar wind.

Vortimer’s eyes scanned and recorded the scene. The amount of power in that miniature sun was incredibly immense, and his eyes could calculate the exact destruction it could cause, however, where did Aldred got the source of energy to create something like this out of thin air.

The demon commanders, realizing the impending catastrophe, attempted to rally their forces, but chaos ensued as their defenses crumbled before the unstoppable force of nature unleashed by Aldred.

With a calculated precision, Aldred lowered the miniature sun toward the ground. Just before it made contact, an explosion erupted, sending shockwaves across the demon-infested landscape. Rocks, debris, and the remnants of demonic forces scattered into the atmosphere.

What followed after that was a series of explosions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Aldred’s power greatly impacted the planet that all the volcaones on the planet became active and exploded all at once.

Vortimer, monitoring the situation from the battleship, observed the devastation caused by Aldred.

Aldred reappeared on the battleship, his invisibility dissipating. “Send the recording to the emissaries. Let everyone know that I mean business.”

Vortimer, without hesitation, initiated the transmission of Aldred’s awe-inspiring display of power. The recording captured the celestial fury unleashed upon the demon-occupied planet—the radiant miniature sun, the intense stellar winds, and the subsequent series of explosions that engulfed the demonic forces and the very landscape itself.

Emissaries and leaders across the galaxy received the transmission, their holographic displays flickering to life with the unfolding spectacle. The planetary council members, stationed in their respective worlds, watched in stunned silence as the power of Aldred’s command unfolded before them.

Commander Naria, who had been embroiled in negotiations on the desert planet, leaned forward, her eyes widening in disbelief. “By the cosmos! Did Commander Aldred just conjure a sun? What kind of power is this?”

Captain Zeltron, overseeing the logistical operation on the gas giant, stared at the holographic display with a mix of shock and admiration. “I’ve never seen anything like it. That’s not just military strength; it’s sheer cosmic might.”

In the Celestial Platoon’s central command, Cleome, the head emissary, exchanged glances with Salamander, her second-in-command. Salamander’s stoic expression cracked into a rare smile. “Well, I always knew Aldred was something special, but this… this is beyond extraordinary.”

On countless planets, civilians gathered around communication hubs, public squares, and even in private homes to witness the astonishing display of Aldred’s power. Whispers of awe and disbelief filled the air as the recording spread like wildfire across the galaxy.

The transmission reached the ears of the planetary council, a gathering of influential leaders from various member planets. High Chancellor Galadran, a wise and seasoned diplomat, watched with a mixture hope and disbelief.

The recording continued to play, revealing the aftermath of Aldred’s intervention. The demon concentrations obliterated, the landscape scarred, and the volcanoes erupting in tandem—all bore witness to the consequences of challenging the might of Aldred and the Imperium.

Then, Aldred appeared, staring into the screen. “Citizens of the Imperium. I am but a humble servants of the Emperor assigned by the Inquisitors to cleanse the demons from our holy empire. As you can see, I am very determined to banish them all to the pit of hell where they came from. I shall destroy every single demons until they vanish from the face of the galaxy, but to do that, I cannot do it alone. As servants of the Emperor, I asked all of you to contribute to this holy cause and exterminate the biggest threat of humanity all and for once!”

As the recording concluded, a moment of silence hung in the air. Then, across the galaxy, cheers erupted. The cheers of emissaries, planetary councils, and civilians echoed through communication channels. .𝒎

Commander Naria, still processing what she had witnessed, finally spoke. “That’s our Commander Aldred! The demons won’t stand a chance against such power!”

Captain Zeltron, a renewed determination in his eyes, nodded. “It’s time to take the fight to them. If Aldred can unleash that kind of force, we have a chance.”

Cleome and Salamander exchanged determined glances. Cleome addressed the assembled emissaries, her voice filled with conviction. “Aldred has shown us the path. We will rally our forces, strengthen our defenses, and push back against the demonic threat. This is our moment!”

Salamander was especially excited. “Finally, after two years, we will fulfill our promise of fighting against the demons.”

The planetary council members, inspired by the display of cosmic power, began discussing strategies to unite their worlds against the common enemy. High Chancellor Galadran spoke with resolve. “We shall support the Celestial Platoon. Together, we will overcome this demonic menace.”

Back in the Stellar Seraph, Aldred, aware of the impact of his demonstration, turned to Vortimer. “Send a message to all emissaries. Tell them that we are ready to lead the counteroffensive. The demons have seen our strength, and they will know the might of the united Imperium.”

Vortimer, acknowledging the command, initiated the transmission. Across the galaxy, the message reached the hearts of those who had witnessed the recording. The Imperium, galvanized by Aldred’s cosmic prowess, stood united, ready to face the impending storm with newfound determination.

With a single action from Aldred, all the problems the emissaries had vanished without a trace.

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