Chapter 1269: Attack
“Maybe they’re not as smart or strong as we thought they were.”
An intense frown appeared on Elesha’s face.
She narrowed her eyes at Dekon. The Warbringers might be filled with the elite of the elite of the world Vortharion, but they were far from angels. Neither were they noble.
Their god, Nex, only valued power and strength. He cared little for the kind of people he was granting it to.
Elesha knew for sure that more than ninety percent of them were made up of murderers and rapists, the worst of the worst of the Vortharian people.
Elesha herself hated that fact more than anyone. The Warbringer title was one of honor and respect. It should be that. Their members should reflect that. But the reality was the opposite.
To call such vile people comrades had grated at her. Still, she had no choice.
When their god Nex gave an order, the entire world of Vortharion followed without complaint.
Elesha was no different. In fact, ever since Nex shoved a blade through the back of the previous tyrant emperor and began his insane campaign to unite the nations under his rule, Elesha had found herself enthralled by him.
His charisma. His power. His mind.
To her, when Nex gave an order, she would carry it out even if it cost her last breath.
And before he left, he had given just one order:
“Defend the world while I am gone.”
Elesha didn’t care who the enemy was. Be it another god, enemies from another world, even if a fucking star attacked, she would carry out that order. Even if it was the last thing she did.
She stopped staring at Dekon and glanced at the others. Some had bald heads and weird looks.
Others looked every bit like madmen, grinning at nothing, talking to themselves, twitching fingers or tilting their heads in odd angles like something wasn’t right with them. A bunch of madmen.
Elesha cleared her mind.
“Listen, this goes for everyone,” she said.
The Warbringers turned, raising eyebrows toward her.
“We’ve fought together too long for me not to understand how you think. You’re proud. Arrogant. The most egotistical group of bastards I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting—”
“Oi, Elesha—” one cut in, already taking offense.
But Elesha continued regardless.
“But the thing is, you all think too much of yourselves. You think you’re smarter than you actually are.”
The expressions of the Warbringers were already darkening. Some began to emit killing intent.
Their god, Nex, had left no one in charge. If this overzealous bitch thought she could run her mouth—
But Elesha didn’t stop.
“This is why you are all so relaxed despite the warnings we’ve received.”
Her tone was firm.
“We were warned by our star. A being beyond our comprehension.”
The moment she said that, their gazes narrowed. Expressions turned serious.
“If such a being asked us to be cautious, then we better fucking be as cautious as we can possibly be.”
By the time Elesha finished speaking, the air around the Warbringers had turned serious. The smiles on many of their faces were gone, replaced by cold, hardened expressions.
Elesha nodded. This was what she wanted their mood to be. Cautious. Apprehensive. This way, they’d be ready for anything. Any plan. Any contingency this child god could think of.
That was their target.
Elesha’s gaze narrowed down on Atticus below.
He was the one their star warned them about when he spoke of the imminent attack. The warning had come with a deep description of every one of his powers and what he was capable of doing. Plus, the impossible things he had done.
Hearing it, especially when it came from their star, whose words held more weight than anything, Elesha had shuddered.
And although they didn’t show it, she was sure the other Warbringers had felt the same.
To think a child barely twenty could achieve such a thing. To think a child of barely twenty could make their star sound so serious.
They had been baffled. None of them wanted to believe it. But it was a fact, since their star had said it.
And because of that, they had gathered this army to face the threat. An army consisting of millions.
The elites and even the weakest of soldiers were gathered here today. They were ready to give it their all.
“You’re not in charge of us, Warbringer Elesha.”
Elesha turned toward the speaker, Ganadis, the blonde woman who looked like she should be in a pageant rather than on a battlefield.
Before Elesha could respond, she continued.
“But since we’re on the topic, how should we approach this?”
They had set up the trap, but Elesha had spearheaded the whole thing. If there was one of them who knew the intricacies, it was her.
Elesha felt the gazes of the others on her. She nodded.
“We overwhelm him with everything we have. This trap has been made specifically for the child god. We’re only here in case it fails. Hopefully, it doesn’t,” she said quickly, turning away.
“Now, who’s ready to kill a god?”
The killing intent that drenched the skies was all the answer Elesha needed.
She turned and looked down at Atticus, her aura changing. Her voice came like thunder.
“Attack.”
For a brief moment, the sun ceased to be the main source of light.
The attacks came from everywhere.
From the weapons mounted on the hulls of the massive warships. From the soldiers hovering in the sky in mini aircraft. From the artillery lined up on every stable surface across the mountainous region. And from the millions of battalions of soldiers gathered across the mountains.
And they were of different types. Some fire. Some red beams. Some light. Some earth. The majority were beams of pure mana.
Each one filled and blotted the skies, their bright light seeming like the coming of an apocalypse.
They took the job from the sun, illuminating the world in their blinding radiance. They tore down with speed, converging on the group in an instant.
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