Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Chapter 710 Chapter 710 Transport

Francus Hendry stood guard near the bustling activity of cargo loading on the local planet. His eyes, sharp and watchful, scanned the surroundings as massive machines moved colossal crates into the humongous cargo spaceship. Next to him stood Grigor, a weathered old man with a grizzled beard and a demeanor that spoke of experience.

The air hummed with the energy of preparation. Thousands of Celestial Platoon members guarded the transportation process, their uniforms a stark contrast to the backdrop of the alien world. Drones hovered in the sky, their mechanical eyes ensuring that every inch of the operation was covered.

Grigor, leaning on a staff that seemed to have weathered as many storms as its owner, spoke to Francus in a gravelly voice, “Quite the operation they’ve got going on here. The Celestial Platoon doesn’t mess around when it comes to dealing with the demons.”

Francus nodded, his gaze focused on the cargo loading. “True, Grigor. These demons are no pushovers, and every move we make needs to be calculated. I heard the demons are changing their tactics.”

Grigor raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “Different game, you say? What do you mean?”

“They’re not attacking immediately. Instead, they’re fortifying their positions, building more warships, and strengthening their military infrastructure. It’s like they’re preparing for a prolonged conflict,” Francus explained.

Grigor stroked his beard thoughtfully. “That’s not typical demon behavior. They usually charge headlong into battle, relying on sheer force and ferocity. This change in strategy could mean trouble.”

As they conversed, a massive cargo container floated above them, suspended by anti-gravity technology. It glided smoothly into the cargo spaceship, disappearing within its metallic belly. The ground rumbled with the movements of machinery and the occasional distant echo of weapons being tested.

Francus shifted his gaze from the cargo loading to Grigor. “You’ve seen a fair share of battles, old man. What’s your take on this demon situation?”

Grigor’s eyes held a glint of wisdom. “Demons are unpredictable, but they’re also creatures of habit. This change in tactics could be a sign of desperation or a well-thought-out strategy. We need to be prepared for either scenario.” 𝘪𝘦.𝘤𝑜

Grigor leaned on his staff, his eyes reflecting the distant stars. “Aldred’s power, my friend, is nothing short of extraordinary. It’s a blend of magic and technology, a force that echoes through the cosmic realms. I’ve seen battles where his mere presence turned the tide, and the demons, for all their ferocity, were left in awe.”

Francus nodded, his appreciation evident. “It’s as if the celestial energy he wields is a symphony that resonates with the very fabric of the universe. I’ve witnessed demons scattering like leaves in the wind when Aldred unleashes his power.”

They had been fighting for Celestial Platoon for two years. From time to time, Aldred would help a random legion of mercenaries throughout the galaxy. That was why almost every mercenary in the Celestial Platoon knew of his legendary strength. With each member seeing a different part of his power.

Grigor chuckled, a sound that carried the weight of countless experiences. “Aye, I’ve seen it too. The demons, for all their brutal strength, have no answer to the celestial fire Aldred commands. It’s like trying to extinguish a star with a flickering candle.”

As they spoke, a holographic display nearby flickered to life, showcasing scenes from previous battles. Aldred, bathed in celestial energy, wielding the Phantom Doomblade, became the focal point of the projection. Demonic forces, once imposing, withered under the onslaught of celestial fire.

Grigor gestured toward the hologram. “Look at that, Francus. A few legions of Celestial Platoon’s ships, guided by Aldred’s strategic brilliance, dismantling demon worlds with precision. It’s like a cosmic dance, each move calculated, each strike resonating through the very essence of their existence.”

Francus’s eyes gleamed with admiration. “Aldred has turned the tide in our favor. The demons, arrogant in their dominance, now face a force that challenges the very foundations of their power. It’s poetic, wouldn’t you say?”

Grigor nodded, his gaze still fixed on the holographic display. “Poetic indeed. The demons, who thought themselves invincible, are now forced to reconsider their approach.”

As they observed the hologram, another Celestial Platoon ship descended gracefully from the cosmic void. The vessel, adorned with celestial symbols, unleashed a burst of energy that created a luminous rift. Reinforcements emerged – more ships, advanced A.I. robots, and celestial constructs. The holographic projection depicted the celestial reinforcements turning the tide of battle.

Francus, his eyes tracing the holographic scenes, remarked, “The Celestial Platoon fights not just with advanced technology but with great coordination as well. Now I am thinking about it, we are actually an amazing military organization.”

As the holographic display continued its cosmic narrative, depicting battles won and demons scattered, Francus couldn’t help but marvel at the convergence of magic and high tech in the Celestial Platoon’s arsenal.

“Magic, technology, strategy, and teamwork. Only now do I realize the wisdom and intellect of our leader,” Grigor said. He snorted with a smile. “This man is a genius.”

Amidst the cargo loading and the hum of preparation, Grigor and Francus stood witness to a cosmic saga, where the clash between celestial fire and demonic darkness unfolded like an epic play on the stage of the universe. .

The cargo loading process was completed with military precision, the colossal crates now safely secured within the bowels of the humongous cargo spaceship. The air, once filled with the vibrant energy of preparation, settled into a tense calm as the machinery came to a halt. Grigor and Francus exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging the success of the mission.

As the cargo ship hummed to life, its engines resonating with the power within, anticipation filled the air. The vessel lifted gracefully from the alien ground, piercing the atmosphere with a determined purpose. The Celestial Platoon members, their uniforms a testament to discipline, secured their positions. Drones continued their vigilant patrol, ensuring the safety of the precious cargo.

The ship breached the planetary atmosphere, entering the cosmic expanse beyond. However, the tranquility was shattered by an unexpected surge of energy.

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