Godfrey stared at the Great Orc Chieftain, the monster that took his father's life, the being responsible for his mother's tears.

He grew up staring at that magnificent statue of his father. It felt like they communicated each time he stared at it, especially as he talked about how his day went. Seeing the Orc Chieftain, something flared up within him.

Who knew what became of his father's corpse? Was it burned? Torn to shreds? He had trained for one year all for this cause, all for that orc in the midst of that great army that filled the expanse like a colony of ants.

Everything between him and the orcs vanished from his sight. Eighteen years later, Godfrey stood face to face with his father's killer.

Activating Echo, golden armour manifested over his body, the final piece being Lament's helmet and a white cloak with the insignia of the sun.

A longsword manifested in his hand and his sclera turned black. His ocean-blue eyes turned into fierce golden ones, shining like mini suns.

Godfrey lifted up his sword, aiming it at the horde. At that moment, the cavalry charged from behind him. Seven hundred thirteen-feet-tall powerhouses weighing tons made the earth rumble as if an earthquake were occurring nearby.

The combatants scattered with panting hearts as the cavalry galloped past them. Not one looked in their direction, their focus was on the orcs who were frozen by their appearance.

They had expected an easy meal, ripping these few humans to shreds, but before their eyes were the Phathani!

The Great Orc Chieftain growled furiously. He remembered them as a young orc; he remembered how the Great Chieftain, who was an Esper, led them to invade what was left of a crumbled world.

That was where they first met the kind called Men, but these weren't ordinary men. They were a race known as the Phathani. Even without speaking the same language, the name of this race was engraved into their hearts.

Once again, he was face to face with the Men of Gold!

The Great Chieftain roared, causing the horde to erupt with battle cries. They had lost once, but they wouldn't lose again. The horde was supreme!

Lament scoffed. In Black-Out State, he rose to tier 11.9 and led an army of seven hundred 9.9 peak-level lord tiers with abilities to combat low-level king tiers.

Following behind them were heavy-looking knights with spears and shields. Their huge pauldrons had two spikes and a fan-shaped crest protruded from their helmets.

Mountain was an 8.3 lord tier in Black-Out, and he led a thousand and five hundred 6.3 high tiers. Meanwhile, in the forest, stood an elite unit of eight hundred Bow Knights, all 6.8 high tiers led by Ballista, an 8.8 lord tier.

A total of three thousand Golden Order Knights!

Isadora couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the orcs, for all their might and ferocity, smashed to death under the disciplined strength of Lament's cavalry. Lament's fiery form was already named Sun State, and true to its name, Lament's golden flames made him like a mini sun.

His cavalry split, leaving the lone Mounted Knight in the horde, but the orcs soon realised the Night Cavaliers were the wise ones, as Lament shone bright, forming a giant orb of flames that engulfed him. Before it erupted, over a dozen high orcs were incinerated to dust, and the moment it erupted, a shockwave that blinded the onlookers swept out as that blast, an Ascendant skill named Sun Annihilation, wiped out over four hundred high orcs in an instant!

Others were burned badly by the heat!

'Even amongst king tiers, that has to be one of the deadliest I've seen with the fire element. What sort of flame is that?' Isadora wondered. It proved to be hotter than the king-tier wyvern's flames by a large margin.

'Are those black Cavaliers also a skill of that crimson one?' Dominic thought, watching them trample orcs with the mighty hooves of their mounts.

While this went on, a great number of arrows flew toward the left and right sides of the battlefield. These golden-tipped arrows made curves mid-air, descending with great force.

They killed most of the orcs at the flanks, destroying their plans to surround the Cavaliers, but by the time they gathered, a thousand five hundred Heavy Infantry had formed a phalanx.

Mountain's spear would extend, piercing through over twelve orcs before retracting. No orc was able to get close. He and his knights slaughtered those who were left behind, meticulously cleaning up the orcs like a well-oiled machine.

Those who were killed by stray spears or a powerful high orc were revived and rose up as Night Infantry, maintaining their numbers.

'Tempest, clear the path for me,' Godfrey said inwardly, and a portal appeared mid-air.

Tempest came out, wings spread as he hovered. He stretched one hand toward the sky, his eyes gleaming brightly as lightning crackled on his armoured body.

Upon activating Lightning Descent, he then used the Pull rune etched into his sword to drag several orcs upward as lightning came down from the sky, first hitting him, before spreading out like the five fingers of a lightning entity.

The orcs who lost control of their bodies and were now mid-air were the first to be hit. In an instant, what remained of them were scorched bones. The rest of the lightning made a field of bones below as Tempest dived down, landing heavily.

A gust blew the bones away as he swung his Double-Bladed Greatsword. It spun at an unprecedented speed, making a loud whirring sound as it kept cutting through the ranks of the orcs, leaving a wide path of death behind.

Tempest moved, causing a shockwave as he flew straight to where his sword impaled itself into the ground. Despite the death it had caused, not one drop of bloodstain could be found on its blade.

Tempest grabbed the sword and bowed slightly, gesturing to his path made of scorched bones and sliced orcs. "Your path, My Prince."

Step by step, Godfrey advanced on this path. His Black-Out eyes were void of any other thing except the reflection of the Great Orc Chieftain.

His aura swept around him like a storm.

Dominic's lips remained parted. The tiers of Godfrey's knights were shocking, but the most absurd of them all was Godfrey himself.

The moment his eyes went Black, the gauge read: 14.4 mid-level Throne Tier!

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