<h4>Chapter 665 Warriors</h4>


    On a continent covered in perpetual darkness by a thick curtain of clouds, the orange glow of moltenva illuminated an area clear of any and all vegetation. Only dirt, broken rocks and massive, pointed boulders protruding from the ground itself could be seen.


    To call the region barren would be to praise it too highly, for this was a ce abandoned even by death for countless years. Only recently, due to the intense conflict, had living creatures once again crossed this in of destion, and the reward for their transgression was to be hunted down mercilessly.


    What followed then… was a war that gave even the most experienced soldiers nightmares. Whether it was the elves, the treants, the werewolves or the vampires, they all looked towards a particr battalion from only the corners of their eyes, almost flinching at the sight of them. They dared not look at them directly. They did not want to offend them. They also did not feel worthy.


    There, on the precipice of an ocean of magma, stood 999 soldiers radiating an aura of pure and utter annihtion, purely honed and kept in perfect control. As ash and soot rained from the sky, they stood perfectly straight, their attirecking even a single wrinkle or speck of dirt.


    Whether it was when theyid siege to armies much bigger than their own, or as they ended a drought that hadsted many millennia by watering the ground in rivers of their enemies blood, or when they walked through mes or brought down behemoths that shook the ground with every step, their appearance remained pristine, as if to say that they were not putting in any real effort.


    On this where everyone should have had simr power levels, so as to not destabilize the itself through too much destruction, they were an exception that totally destroyed the concept of power levels to begin with.


    As if rising to the challenge that this battalion of impossibly strong soldiers presented, the Fuegan revealed a plot both sinister and malefic. Having prior knowledge of the valuable resources on this, and anticipating that the fighting parties would not want to sacrifice the, they popted the with deadly, artificially created aliens.


    But the threat of those aliens, who were devouring and destroying the itself, was merely a curtain of deception to hide their true intentions.


    Due to the Midnight Battalion''s relentless assault, they chased the parasites of this even into thesends that should have been out of their way, followed closely by the allied forces. Here, they discovered a solitary temple, seemingly built out dirt and dead wood. N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Within the temple they discovered arva in the form of some kind of a vile deformity, still being nurtured in an amniotic sac made from the skin of beasts.


    Surrounding it were numerous formations, feeding it with the aura of death, of pain, of agony, of catastrophe, all umted during this genuine world war.


    But it was already toote. Although still notpletely mature, upon being discovered the sac burst and the deformity was released into the world. With a wail that sounded like the misery filled screams on a trillion souls, the… the thing announced its arrival.


    The itself seemed to almost fracture under that terrible cry, and suddenly every living being on that somehow knew that the was heading towards destruction.


    Panic, fear, confusion spread not only on the surface of the, but also through the many ships surrounding the. Immediately the superiors decided to give up on the, and extract all their soldiers. They could not afford to lose all their elite. Once the soldiers were evacuated, they would kill the creature by destroying the by using weapons of mass destruction.


    But, as if the creature''s cry had opened Pandora''s box, a meteor shower suddenly appeared out of nowhere, crashing into countless ships. After the initial strike, alien forces appeared in space, resulting in an impromptu space battle, leaving no ships free for evacuation.


    Hopelessness and desperation spread through the surface of the. All the soldiers deployed on the were Foundation realm, but the newly born creature was already in the Golden core realm. Moreover, as it quickly burrowed down into the ground, eating everything in its path, its aura was rapidly growing.


    The creature''s destination was the core of the, its intentions clear. Perhaps this was only the first step in an borate n the Fuegan had long prepared. The aliens, which had so far shown a distinctck of unified intelligence, began coordinating impably to ughter all the so-called ''elites''.


    Although it was unlikely, since the creature had been born prematurely and wasn''t at full strength, clearly the mastermind behind the scenes didn''t want to take a chance and so wanted to upy all the forces on ground in a fight for survival. This way, none could target the newborn.


    It was then, during that most hopeless hour, when death was near certainty and all their efforts seemed for naught, that some noticed this single testament of indomitability. It was like a sword that would cut through the world itself if it came in its way. It was like the first ray of sunshine, pushing back the darkness even of the abyss. It was an unstoppable force that would tear apart any immovable object that came in its way.


    It was the Midnight Battalion, and their increasingly fast march was their response to the wail of a trillion souls. They were making their way to the tunnel that creature had dug towards the core with the spirit of warriors that could not be defeated, could not be deterred, could not be swayed.


    Just as some thought that perhaps there was hope, a tremor shook the, and moltenva erupted from the tunnel, like a volcano long stewing. The ripple of that explosion could be seen by the naked eye and the shockwave killed thousands.


    But the battalion was not stopped for even a second, as they changed from 1000 soldiers into a single undefeatable mech. With noble purpose the mech dove into theva itself, disappearing from view.


    Across the armageddon seemed to have arrived. Tremors, storms, tidal waves, volcanoes and every other kind of disaster seemed to strike all at once. Scans from orbit seemed to show that the was on the path to exploding.


    All hope was lost. This would be a grievous defeat for the allied forces. But then, the tremors seemed to slow down, their might waning. Then, shocking every living creature that saw the scene, the ground erupted once again. Yet instead ofva, a mech and a massive insect-like creature emerged from the ground.


    With tens of thousands of small limbs the creature smashed the mech, and with a maw that could eat throughs the creature bit at it. Yet the mech was not only strong, but had deftness one could not expect from its massive frame.


    Dodging each and every attack, the mech fought back, in in view for all to see. Very literally, this was a fight to determine the fate of a.


    The fight was devastating, to say the least. Even without the creature purposefully trying to destroy the, their fight seemed to put the in that direction. More and moreva erupted as the shockwaves from their fight seemed to break the tectonic tes, ultimately forming an ocean ofva.


    Yet there was no reprieve or respite. There would only be victory or death, and clearly the result had been a resounding victory.


    Once the creature was finally in, the mech vanished in a cloud of smoke and the battalion was once again revealed. But, instead of the 1000 soldiers that had formed the mech, only 999 emerged.


    With such a result, who would have cared. The price of a single life for such a victory was one anymander would be willing to pay. Yet it seemed everyone had misunderstood the situation. The 1 that was missing had not died, but had dove back into theva as soon as the mech was dismissed.


    No one knew his purpose, and when anyone asked, the battalion did not respond. Long gone were the amicable and friendly workers of the Inn. These were now the battle hardened soldiers who dared to steal life back out from the jaws of death itself, and they would not reveal the purpose behind one of their soldiers actions.


    Eventually, even as the was cleared and evacuations once again began, they chose not to move, and not to retreat. Even the alliedmand, who had sent them onto this, ordered them to reveal what they were doing, but one of the soldiers, Gerard, simply told them to mind their own business.


    It was only an entire dayter that a single, still suited figure emerged from theva ocean. The outsiders could not tell who it was, for all the members of the battalion had their faces covered, but they themselves knew who it was. It was Luthor, and when he emerged from theva, he was radiating a much more powerful aura.


    Clearly he had restrained himself and kept himself from entering a higher cultivation level, but even still stuck at the Foundation realm, he felt much stronger than before.


    "Let''s go. The next battlefield awaits."