Chapter 887: Purge -4
"Marshal, this is urgent!" At this moment, a shout came from the side, interrupting Dayroth's idealistic thoughts, "Lookup!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Hmm?" Dayroth raised his head and stared for a while trying to figure out what he was
looking at, in the end, he found a number of humans standing above the clouds at high altitudes, there were at least a hundred Martial Emperors up there.
But he didn't immediately get enraged or took a countermeasure, the altitude was too high to pose any kind of threat, and they were almost at the same distance that Alexander was sitting at now... They were up there just to say: We are here, don't get lazy. they might put some pressure and disturbance on the Great Serpent Empire soldiers but they wouldn't pose any significant threat without being detected.
However, the Marshal looked into Alexander's eyes again with apparent anger, "Is that supposed to scare me? If they come down a little bit more I'll simply leave. But remember, this will annoy me, and if I get annoyed, the Wind Continent will witness my anger, it might even pop up in my head and I'll decide to move there and claim it as my permanent home instead of the Flame Continent!"
Alexander laughed, "Don't worry, they'll stay up there to monitor the situation, as long as you don't try to go up they won't come down to you, you have my word."
The marshal frowned slightly, suspecting that something was going on but not knowing what it was... But whatever Alexander was cooking up was doomed to fail, as long as the ships were ready and the engines were running at full efficiency thanks to the ridiculous amount of energy pearls he had collected, he would leave this place in the slightest danger, even the soldiers, most of them were sleeping inside the ships with only a few of them were roaming the city looking for resources or dangers.
The next few moments passed by heavily, the smile and confidence on Marshal Dayroth's face disappeared and a few drops of sweat covered his forehead, something inside him was telling him that there was danger but he didn't know where it would come from, "...Alexander, don't start something you can't stop."
"I know, I know." Alexander nodded twice with a smile, still sitting comfortably in his chair, "If I start something I have to make sure I finish it, I learned this the hard way during our past battles."
The Marshal quickly continued, "It's good that you know this, but you should also know that you can never gain any advantage against me, I have fought hundreds of generals throughout my life and cut them all down, even in the middle planetary belt I have my name and respect!"
"Huh?" At this moment a golden veil appeared between him and Alexander, it was something like a barrier wall, extremely high, and it didn't seem weak either!
"Damn, where did that thing come from?!" The marshal pointed towards the wall, all the ships started firing at the same time "Fire at it, destroy it!!"
*Bam* *Bam* *Bam*
The wall was quickly being pierced and healed, it was clear that if they continued firing it would collapse but it didn't look like it would open enough for a single ship to pass anytime soon!
"Advance!!"
Under this psychological pressure, the Marshal heard Alexander's voice, then saw him approaching quickly with his army behind him!
The Marshal quickly looked around and found the city surrounded on all sides by that wall and several instant space portals starting to open pouring more soldiers from all directions, he clenched his hands tightly and gave orders, "Head up, I want to see if this damned wall reaches the sky!!"
Even if he had to leave the planet now, it would be fine, he would just go around it and land on another continent.
*Bam* *Bam*
Just when the ships started to turn their heads upwards, attacks descended upon them, they were the Martial Emperors that the Marshal had seen a moment ago.
"..." The Marshal opened his eyes slightly as he saw a hundred Martial Emperors descending above his head
Then they went dark as he saw an instant space portal open up above, and a Warlord descending towards him holding a club.