The Martial Unity

The Beast Excursion spread across the entire continent, ravaging all outside elements from the true world that had established a presence upon the Panama Continent.

It was overwhelming.

Although all the colonial settlers, the miners, the adventurers, and the conquistadors emerging from the true world had certainly not come unprepared for conflict with the indigenous population, they hadn’t expected to be ravaged by an endless tide of frenzied beasts and monsters.

“AAAARGH!”

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

“WHERE DID ALL THESE BEASTS COME FROM?!”

“Hold them until we get back to the ships.”

BOOOOOOM!!!

They froze as a kraken emerged from within the depths of the sea, destroying all their ships in one fell swoop.

And just like that, colonies all around the Panama Continent were wiped out by the Beast Excursion, leaving no trace that they ever existed. Despite being weakened, it was still overwhelming for almost all colonies that had established a presence upon the continent. After all, Sage-level beasts and monsters were overwhelmingly destructive for most colonies despite their technological prowess.

There weren’t too many civilizations outside of the pureblood civilizations that could handle the sheer pressure that came from the destructive beast tides. Perhaps the most troubling part was that the Beast Excursion didn’t discriminate between friend and foe, causing a lot of havoc in the few entities that had chosen to come in peace.

However, what was most troubling was the fact that the giants were truly unbothered by the Beast Excursion. They were, in fact, quite excited by the flush of beasts and monsters to fill up their bellies, only growing stronger and bigger. Given the fact that they were already strong enough to finally overcome Amare’s resistance, along with those of sixty other Martial Sages to set foot the continent, this was deeply troubling.

The most stunning case, however, had to be the evolutionaries.

A whopping one hundred Martial Sages, led by Amare, empowered by the healing fruit, along with the Beast Excursion, and a volley of siege attacks, had been deployed against the Evolutionary Army.

And yet, not even that was enough.

Not even that was enough to overwhelm the evolutionaries of Moridia.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!

“Rgh!” Many peak Sage grimaced as a wave of destructive emerged from Anthea, washing over all of them, blasting them back as it overwhelmed not just them, but also all the siege attacks upon him as well as all the monsters that attempted to tear him apart.

And yet, he was unfazed.

He hovered in the sky.

His invisible figure was ephemeral.

Beyond fathoming.

Not even the slightest wound could be seen on his body.

Not even the mildest hint of strain could be detected from him.

It was as though he was immune to force itself.

To Martial Art itself.

It certainly felt that way to the grimacing Martial Sages who lay on the ground, peppered with wounds and bruises across their entire bodies.

It was as though he were in a Realm by himself.

A hundred Martial Sages.

Led by a Transcendent Candidate-caliber peak Sage, the Omni-Martial herself.

Not even that was enough to overcome the Supreme Commander Anthea.

The only one left standing was Amare herself.

Her left eye was missing in a gruesome, bloody wound.

Her body was bloody from all the wounds her opponent had opened up.

Her breathing was labored and heavy.

Her Realms of power flickered, having already reached their limit.

And yet, despite that, the Supreme Commander of the Evolutionary was unmoved.

He had single-handedly taken on all resistance all by himself.

The Martial Sages, Amare, the beasts and monsters, and the sieges.

He had taken all of them all by himself, having instructed the Evolutionary Army to make use of what little supplies they had left to construct a makeshift base and coordinate with the HQ to have them supply more supplies through aircraft or spacecraft alone.

And while they focused on restoring the base, the Supreme Commander himself stood between them and the Panamic Alliance.

He was a single man.

A single evolutionary.

And yet, he was enough.

He had emerged victorious.

He regarded the fallen Martial Sages, the exterminated beast tide, and the destroyed sieges with a single emotion in his ethereal eyes.

Disappointment.

“I expected more.”

His tone was almost… sullen.

“I expected a challenge.”

Amare detected a hint of longing in his voice.

“I…” his ephemeral voice faltered before a deep breath escaped him. “Tell me…”

He gazed at them with judgment in his unfathomable eyes.

“What have you accomplished in the past 187,000 years?”

The Martial Sages, still panting and bleeding on the ground, frowned amid their exhaustion.

They didn’t understand what he meant.

“You had hundreds of millennia,” His voice seemed to permeate through the very world. “Hundreds of millennia surrounded by exotic treasures beyond our fathoming, and yet, you have accomplished nothing of note. Your technology, while truly remarkable in some ways, is still largely inferior to us. You haven’t even conquered your own continent, and you dare to try and stop us from conquering it.”

He closed his eyes.

“I expected to face the most powerful civilization to have ever existed, and yet…”

He opened his eyes.

Despite their invisibility, each and every single Martial Sage could sense the weight of his disappointment in his gaze.

“…I came across the weakest.”

RUMBLE!!!

The world shook as Anthea’s invisible power shone within his body.

Power, unlike almost anything they had ever seen.

“You have no one else to blame but yourselves.”

RUMBLE!!!!!

The air boiled with dread.

The atmosphere burned with peril.

A wave of darkness swept the entire battlefield despite the bright light of the afternoon Sun scorching the entire region.

“Behold.”

His ephemeral voice inspired horror within the Martial Sages.

“Behold my power.”

A flicker of bloodlust erupted in his eyes.

“Behold true power.”

RUMBLE!!!!!

A tremendous wave of destructive light emerged from him, threatening to destroy everything. Having experienced his power, the Martial Sages were under no illusions about their prospects of survival.

They had fully expected to die.

And yet, he begged to differ.

STEP

Their eyes widened as he appeared before them with a gentle step.

His long, pitch-black hair swayed gently with each motion.

They sensed boundless power within the depths of his being as he gazed at the destructive wave of light with unfathomable eyes of pitch-black darkness.

WHOOSH

With a single wave of his hand, the attack disappeared.