Sorry for the long wait.
A certain self- proclaimed strong and mighty POV
My Phoenix troops are currently travelling in the seas. To our left are the deadly isles that took already a lot of lives and if any survivors survived in those dreadful islands will surely die in just few days. That is the Devil's Isles.
To our right, is the Batia Empire’s territory, our longtime rivals. We clash each other for 379 years but still in stalemate. Once we invade their borders they easily regain it and it’s the same for us. That’s why our borders change every year and every war.
When the rulers noticed that we waste some precious resources and time because of long time stalemate, both the emperors decided for cease fire for 5 years. This is the fourth year of cease fire and I am itching to kill those bastards. I know and they know that we need to execute our revenge or else our lost brothers and sisters during the past wars died in vain.
Well, it is just an excuse. The real reason behind it is no doubt that the higher ups are planning or strategizing for the next war.
I and other generals and on the other side feels what we feels. That is we need one more war to prove who is better and stronger. Hahaha, I cannot wait for that time to come.
Our target this time is an upcoming ignorant country called Queendom of Mulier. Bweh!! A country led by Queen? What good does she do in that country? Selling her body? That would be nice. I cannot wait to taste their women.
According to our scouts and spies report, they wear beautiful and finely tailored clothes. Their women are top class and the country itself have interesting technology but when we inquire further. He just said “It’s interesting that's all”.
What the heck is that? Is that how a spy/scout should report? We beat that scout until he die. F1ck, because I enjoy beating him I forgot to interrogate him. When the commander asked for that scout report, I just state that country kills that scout. The commander got angry and decided to raze that country to ashes.
Haha nice, another battle awaits. Hehee I hope they have good warriors so that I can enjoy their women afterwards. Sex after battle is truly a bliss. I hope that they have beastkin females.
Our commander joins other commanders to discuss our strategy. What?! Why do they need to strategize their attack? We just need to rush and crush them. No need for time wasting and brain wracking strategies!
I am shock when those super class commanders discuss strategy. What the hell is that? That is just a puny little country right? An upstarting country who didn’t even pay respects to us. They should be raze to the ground now.
We only discuss strategy if our enemies are from Batia empire. But this is different. This is just a weak country of natives surrounded by wild beasts. That’s why no one builds a country there as it welcomes the terrifying beasts from Great Phatag plains. I will not be surprise if their country is already destroyed.
How much longer do they need to strategize? We need to move out now. My hands are trembling for action. I need to kill.
But something is not right here why do the commanders have serious faces where our enemies are like wild beasts? Something is not right here. I go outside and go further in the camp's entrance.
There I saw so many injured soldiers. Some lost or have missing two to three limbs. The other one is crying in pain as both his arms and feet are completely missing. What the hell happened here?
As I gaze in the unimaginable hellish scene, I feel coldness at my back. I look up but the sun shines brighter than ever and there is no wind that sways the trees’ leaves. Don’t tell me that I am become like this just by seeing this!? Without seeing our enemies!? Don’t joke with me! I will kill those bastards. I will really kill them!
“We can’t do that. My troops already did these. And you know what happens?”
“…”
“They die. Battle formations are useless against them. We cannot see our enemies. They have magics that when you hear that sound, my men cry in return. In other words, expect casualties. Casualties! Look at our troops outside! None of them cannot walk! Cannot hold their swords, some are blind and others are waiting to die! We are like walking in our own graveyards!”
“Interesting.”
“Interesting? Interesting you say? Then find it in yourselves and taste their wraths! I will not join you no matter what. Do you have any idea that this is our 6th failed invasion attempt! Hmm"
“Come on don’t be like that. You are one of the greatest tactician in our empire and my men needs some action. We are not your average troops. We are Phoenix, the dragon riders. Do you want to cry there all the time or plan to revenge your dead men!”
(An: their group is called phoenix but they ride in dragons? This is how they name things. The author is not at fault here. Promise. And dragons here are monster dragons, totally different from clan dragons)
I peek back at the commanders meeting. There I see an unbelievable scene. Commander Caot Caot, one our empire's best tactician crying on his knees. Commander Lu Bot standing there with complicated face. Commander Tsun Sce is massaging his temple. This is one of his behaviors signifying that there’s a troublesome road ahead. Seriously?! This is my first time seeing this gloomy scene. It is like we are already defeated. Just how powerful is our enemy?
Super class generals are called commanders not generals as a sign that they breakthrough the realm of peak of normal people, the second tier. They are now first tier warriors that can kill thousands of second tier enemies. Our emperor is the strongest in our empire and that’s obvious.
No weak emperor is crown in our empire before, only the strongest can led us. He is one of the few who reach the pinnacle of strength, the ultra-tier realm.
Our bodies can be enhanced by gathering ki, distribute it and apply it to martial arts. This is the reason why our empire stood still for hundreds of years.
Our country hates magic because it is just a trick and a coward practice. Our belief is to get real strength, you need to cultivate more and don’t rely on sorcery. Unlike in our neighboring countries where sorcery or magic to them is open and widely use making their life comfortable but I hate using it because the body will become weak according to our teachings. That’s why Batia empire uses expensive armors to aid their soldiers in battle and counter our martial arts. I admit that they are good in sorcery but sorcery is just sorcery. Now back to the generals who regain their morals after the grand speech of Commander Aw Ming.
My heart race as we are now headed to the battlefield. Just how many should I kill? How much I plunder? How many women can I get? Hahaha this is exciting. I am now counting for the things that needed to be done. Let’s raid, pillage and kill!
“Forward kill them!”
“Kill them kill them!”
Good, our phoenix troops are going toward the enemy's fortress led by the 4 super class generals. And our moral is at the most peak so this battle should be easy. As easy as walking in the park.
It takes approximately 30 minutes to reach and teach those bastards the might of our empire. We are not phoenix in the name only. We ride in these young fire breathing dragon monsters. We tame this one and it is one of our empire's specialties, the dragon air raid. So far no one repels or defended our terrifying force.
“ Commanders, is there any nearby village around? It is full of trees"
“ Hah we send scouts to find any village but no one returns. They might get killed by wild beasts. That’s why we will raid this fortress with full of supplies. Pillage and kill brother!"
“ ..I see"
Those scouts really are weak if they face terrifying monsters. It looks like the monsters around here are pretty high level. Luckily, we are in the sky or else it takes months to reach that fort on land.
As I wander in my thoughts thinking about the pillage prize. An unknown sound can be heard and it’s getting nearer and nearer to us.
Whoosh
Boom
“Ahhhhhh"
When I look at my back my eyes open wide. Ten phoenix riders flying magnificently before disappeared from the very spot! No, they are annihilated from that spot! What sorcery is this? No magic or martial art can kill 10 dragon riders!
Killing two is possible but not ten!
I look for some traces of any possible remains but all I can see is a black smoke and maybe some dragon limbs which are blown to pieces.
Seeing this brutal scene, all 700 minus dragon riders stop and have big sweats forming in their heads. What a coward. They sure easily feels fear. What a coward bunch of fools.
I try to wipe something in my forehead and shock that I produce bigger sweats than them. This cannot be. This is not happening! Why my body is trembling!
(An : dragon monsters are different from clan dragons. Coz clan dragons have their own will and far stronger than monster dragons and they will easily kill anyone who rides them)
“ I told you that it will be like this! Let’s retreat. Retreat. Ahhh"
Commander Caot caot is crying again and the scene makes us lose our spirit and gradually reduces our moral in a huge amount. But Commander Lu bot killed him to show that cowardice is not acceptable and only death awaits. Is what he said but why his hands are trembling and why his face is so wet like he is splash by a basin of water?
Woosh boom
Woosh boom
Woosh boom
woosh boom
Succeeding death sounds ringing in my ears and the shouts of crying men and beasts makes the situation more terrifying. Because of the current disturbance and chaos in our ranks, our formation breaks in few seconds. And worst of all, we suffered heavy casualties amounting to 75 % or more.
I instinctively dive down to escape this chaotic mess. My dragon received some blows and I am currently dropping from high altitude. This is the worst day I ever had. Just who those cowards? I curse them while my hands and body are trembling.
As I dropped in the ground, black burning ashes are also raining from the sky. The phenomenon will make your hair stand. If you know that those are the body of living army of once proud phoenix troops you will vomit in the ground.
Burning flesh and armor starts dropping in the sky which is still burning. You cannot identify anymore which is which because all of them are charred black. My mind goes blank at the moment and I scream as I can whenever I remember and see my dying comrades. I hate myself. Why they are strong? I thought we are beyond mortal realm!
“ahhhhhhhh"
Woosh boom
Woosh boom
“Hang on. This is a battlefield comrade. We will pay them. We will raze their country to ashes. Stand up and follow me. We will revenge them!”
My blank mind returns to normal while my body is still shaking. When I see the three super class generals before me unharmed, I am glad and thankful to them. I slowly regain my moral and my body is shaking for revenge. This is not the time to mourn. This is the time to kill!
“Let’s move lass, we have enemies to kill. Charge!”
I count how many still survive that strange magic attacks that easily breaks our formation. And I am shock, that the great and formidable 700 phoenix troops has only 23 survivors remaining with burns, fractures and some injuries but able to fight.
Even we are bombarded by that strange magic, we still reunite and move forward. We are battle harden veterans so we can change accordingly but this is different from past battles. We thought that our martial art is formidable. We even train anti-magic skills and magic detection skills but those strange magic attacks has no trace of mana and because of that we drop our guards and suffer this humiliation. But even then I have doubt that we can intercept that deadly attack which can easily kill ten dragon riders to smithereens together with the dragon monsters.
100 phoenix troops is more than enough to take down a single fort but today it seems we can only cause disturbance in nearby villages. This is our way of battle, if you failed an invasion, cause disturbance as possible in the villages. We walk for more than 30 minutes and still we cannot find any village. This is weird, a village should be nearby. How does their fort supply if they are far from any settlements?
Little he know, that all forts in Mulier are self-sufficient which means the food, water and other supplies are produced inside the fort. Forts in Mulier are strategically place around their borders to protect the country from invasion. And of course, forts are far from any settlements since it is not a prehistoric fort but a modern fort that can cover long distance defense or security. It needs to be far away from any villages for civilian safety. Forts are also use in Mulier experiments and researches so they are really need to be far away from general populace.
This is strange; we find no evidence of civilization around. They should have at least one frontier village or town as meat shield in case of invasion. This is just weird. My tired, hungry and injured comrades cannot move anymore. Even I, with small injury was breathing heavy and my body is getting hotter. I never see this big forest in my life.
“This is weird, we should have seen any village or town or at least some resistance but all I can see is this damn large forest!”
“Great now what? Waiting to die here or get back home empty handed?”
“Never! Just kill those pathetic weak natives for killing our comrades!”
“Yeah!!”
We raise our voices to increase our moral after hearing the commander’s conversations and resolved to pay them back.
“I hear that they are led by a queen and their girls are pretty… .”
“Oh is that so? Then..cough. lets..hurry to…”
Bang
“ah..”
Thud
When I turn around to see why my comrade suddenly go silent. I am surprised and it seems the time is stop. My comrade who happily talks about women is lying on the ground together with his large pool of blood. What’s this? He dies suddenly? Why does he sleep soundly in the middle of battle! Why is he not talking anymore? Why is he resting now! My blood boils and rushes towards the bushes in front of us.
“Ahhhhh show yourselves. Cowards!. Let’s have a proper fight. Let me kill you all!”
Rustle rustle
Something is moving ahead. I charge forward to slice whoever kills my comrades. Charge!
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“ahhhh"
What happen? I am charging to my enemy but why I am blown away? What sorcery is this but there’s no magic or mana that I sense. Only the pain in my stomach. Ah, that damn hurts.
“You are not authorized to proceed any further. Surrender or"
“die?”
That’s right Commander Tsun Sce teach that bastard a lesson. The bastard is wearing green cloth armor with strange full face helmet that perfectly blends to the environment. Finally a battle is here. Hah, how can cloth armor withstand our attacks? We have super general class and 2nd tier elites so he is so dead.
Arrgh. The pain in my stomach hurts. No one can inflict this much damage to second tiers. Are they the ones that blown us apart? No one is stronger than the Mataliit Empire.
“nope…I say it again. Surrender or become a fertilizer?”
With those words of the bastard, General Tsun Che face becomes red and a vein pops out from his head. It is looks like he angered him to the highest level. The commander rushes towards him to meet his end. Hah, my turn to battle is now gone. He is so dead. No one will ever say “ surrender or fertilizer" in front of 1st tier elites. He is so ignorant to our strengths.
Punch
Thud
But the next scene shocks us.
A super class general which is deemed and idolize because they attain strength greater than any humans is now lying on the floor. With a single punch of that bastard he knockout easily a super class general!
Everyone is stunned! This is unbelievable. This is impossible. No one is able to takedown a super class general unless they are ultra tier ones.
Our moral and hope depleted to the bottom like our hopes and dreams are being drain by that bastard single punch hitting accurately his chin. Is their martial art powerful and may be stronger than us? That ridiculous but I cannot deny the truth that our proud martial arts is easily beat by a single punch.
“It looks like this one is weak. He is too aggressive and wasted too many moves.”
What? We are weak? The hell is that? Wasted many moves are you kidding me? We practice different moves, styles and techniques to become stronger not to get laugh at. They are really weird and I have a feeling that this scene not only insults the super class general, it insults our troop, our ancestors but also our entire nation. From thinking these things my blood boils and rush forward together with other comrades who are boiled in rage even we are tired and injured. We cannot accept this?!
“ha yahh!”
He is doom now. He is just a single enemy. We can eliminate him, no, we will kill him slowly until he begs for mercy. Hahaha. Prepare for your doom!
Bang
Bang bang bang bang
Shooh. Boom
“ahh"
“ahh"
The cries of ridiculously prideful men is the last thing he heard. Almost all hot headed muscle brained Mataliit troops, who is his comrade is lying limply and lifelessly on the ground. He cannot believe on the scene he witness now.
This Mataliit troops are just war freaks. They don’t even realize that the enemy is far stronger than them from the start yet they don’t easily accept it. They already witness the frightening firepower that breaks their proud formidable phoenix formation in few seconds or minutes. They already saw that their enemy that uses one-move to knockout a super class general.
They are just bigots who cannot accept defeat and the painful reality. Or they are too traumatize to think properly or their brains are just full of muscles for decades of training. They don’t even think and hear out the tactician’s warnings and if they follow him to retreat maybe their balls are still intact but now the soldiers who are in near death trembles, screams and terrified. They have no ways to kill their enemy which is one of their objective and the only reason to move in this unfairness.
When they realize that the enemy is untouchable and means 'death, they are too late to realize.
The consequences and the huge loss is a painful slap right on their trembling and ugly faces. Now they realize that this kind of enemy is one of those that should not provoke nor get near to them.
This is the kind of enemy that should be avoided and if possible, they should hide and run to survive even they throw their warriors pride and honor just for the sake of their own survival. The only ones still breathing and survive are the two generals and the soldier who we focus his POV today.
“Privates. Show me what you have learned. Do non-lethal attacks. Your opponents are the so called super class generals aka commanders. One-on-one. Understood!”
“”Yes sarge!”"
The leader of the enemy troops, the one who easily knockout a super class general, the one who commands his soldiers and the one who shows frightening battle power earlier on is just a sergeant. Not a general or any high ranking military official. He is just a sergeant.
He wears a camouflage silk uniform fitting in jungle warfare with full face helmet that has close resemblance to halo helmets or motorcycle helmets. His uniform is the same with other low rank soldiers but he has insignia in his left and right shoulder signifying he is the highest ranking officer in the group. These uniforms are different from Earth military uniform as it has greater resistance against enemy attacks and even have acid resistance. This is a standard uniform built for mobility and at the same time protection.
The helmets use is for protection and has soldier assist functions. Meaning it has comms for communication, mini map and provides view assistance like sonar, thermal, night vision and shock vision. This helmet is a standard military helmet in Mulier which is built for protection and assistance.
The 5 newly recruit privates line up each other while the other slightly higher rank officers like private first class or corporals are surrounding the area to ensure the enemy will not flee and to protect the new recruits training program against outside interferences like monsters.
Yes these are one of their training regimes, the actual combat.
Thanks to Mataliit primitive reasons and tactics, the Mulier has no problem dealing with them instead they are thankful for them. Thanks to them, every invasion attempt is a new another training program for low ranked soldiers thus Mulier's increases their battle efficiency and potential.
This is one of their king's order, strategy or opinion. “If they invade us, let them step in our soil but make sure we gain something valuable before turning our enemies into fertilizers".
The people are confused at first but when the Mataliit troops start their first invasion attempt, their king, Joel shows and demonstrate on how to do a training out of invasion, weapons testing, research, collect information from enemies, mind controlling enemies and make them return to their homeland as spies and many more underhanded schemes. After the demonstration, the battle headed idiots or the normal people are fire up by seeing this and realize good results out of this.
His speech turned into one of the most liked quotable quotes in the future.
Now we are back in battle.
“You are sending a low rank soldier to fight me. Hah you underestimate me native!. You don’t know how many years I cultivate to step on super class general and as a first tier warrior"
“….”
“Not talking huh.. lets end this in one blow"
Swinging his longsword, Commander Lu bot sees that his enemy, a fresh recruit will be dead after he completes his move. In Mataliit empire, strength is accompanied by techniques to kill and show how powerful they are. But the next scene shocks everyone except for Mulier soldiers.
The fresh recruit did not dodge or move and just receive calmly the longsword that can cut a thick bone of monsters. This longsword is clad with ki to make it more destructive and powerful. But the sword just hit his shoulder and stops there, it no longer moves or goes deeper. The sword is unable to cut the cloth armor. It is like something blocks the sword's sharpness. The Mataliit general and remaining company were shock by the scene in front of them.
Just how did he do that? They do not see any magic nor ki surrounding his body and yet the cloth armor and the wearer is fine like nothing is happened. Even metal armors will be cleanly cut into two.
“What the hell? You should supposedly dead. Dead.. ahh. I will cut you to piece. Ahhh it hurts..zzz"
The fresh recruit is sick with these psychos and performs a knockout punch under the chin. And makes the supposedly super class general aka first tier warrior aka commander go to his sweetest dreams.
Little they know that the man who knockout a supposedly strong man is an insectoid. Behind the full face helmet wearing camouflage military uniform is an antman.
Ants are insect that can lift up 100 to 1000 times their own weight and that’s a fact. This the result of their unique anatomy plus some science facts that it has herculean strength. The antman race inherits the unique anatomy of ants while their appearance is close to humans except for their antennas in their heads. So that is one factor that a fresh recruit in Mulier is able to knockout a super class general which belongs to a weaker and fragile race, human. Plus the factor of knowledge books which imprint selected efficient fighting styles making the military department in Mulier more efficient in battle either single match, group battle, close, range or unconventional warfare.
Regarding how the camouflage military uniform able to resist the attack from super class general clad with ki, the secret lies to the material used in the uniform, the spiderman's silk. This silk is known in its flexibility and high resistance abilities. Unfortunately, only the country Mulier knows about this secret. The other countries are still using heavy and bulky metal armors which obstruct a soldier's movement. For magicians that can use magic, they can use shield or barrier type magics but it has limits also. Mulier is the only country who values soldier lives and safety at this era at the moment.
The remaining Mataliit super class general (commander) and a trooper are knockout after taking the blows from other recruits. Aside from their dying hope and probable death, this scene is a big shame to them and to the empire.
They never felt shame in their entire lives. They are regarded as one of the strongest and proudest in the empire. People who have known them will cheer and idolize them and their enemies will tremble in fear. But here in Mulier, things are different.
Their tactics, techniques and any battle knowledge prove useless towards Mulier instead they are being treated as test subjects and research objects/subjects to them! This is their biggest humiliation that they ever felt. It is way more brutal than being defeated in battle or dying honorably.
Here, they are treated as research materials and training purposes for fresh recruits until they are knockout and continue the cycle again until all possible recruits have tested and experience the test subjects: super class (self-proclaimed) generals or commanders.
After that they are now free to become fertilizers in the grounds of Mulier territory.
“How's the armor performance?”
A researcher asks a soldier who has experience his first battle from the south of Mulier. The researcher has dark skin, silver hair and has pointy ears. Without a doubt a dark elf, a beautiful male dark elf.
Elves in Mulier are put mostly in administration and entertainment because they are good in that field. They dislike shooting arrows to people which is uncommon in common fantasy setting. Instead they like singing, dancing and organizing things. Elves are like human except for their longer lifespans and ageless looks, they have varieties or uniqueness but overall it is just their appearance. They are 99% biologically similar to each other regardless if they are black or white.
“It’s flexible, comfortable and effective. I thought I will be slice by that sharp longsword. My instincts tell me to dodge but orders are orders so I comply. When I prepare myself for the pain, the sword just stop on my shoulder before I know it. I felt something hardens in my shoulder maybe it is just my imagination”
“I see. I see. Regarding the harden part is not your imagination. That is the new function to absorb extra energy from strong impacts. It’s troublesome for a soldier to lose his concentration if he feel pain from impact"
The dark elf is busy writing notes while saying those stuffs. On the other side many researchers busy taking down notes from different soldiers who experience different scenarios or use experimental things or weapons.
“About the RPG's performance, let’s see. Its click then woosshhhh then the targets go boooom. It’s awesome!”
Then the soldier gives a thumbs-up towards the researcher. The wood elf researcher just makes a face palm. It seems someone needs re-education or re-training.
“Did you get any picture?”
“Of course! This is the mating of rhino beetles. This is the faces of the newborns. This is the duel for alpha position.”
Punch
“Why you always get pictures from rhino beetles!? Anything else?”
“Hey don’t you dare question my love of rhino beetles. They are huge, strong and majestic!”
The butterfly girl flies to the other side to get the requested photos leaving the rhino beetle fanatic in his daydreaming session. Her current project is making encyclopedia so that people can view and get good information about the different creatures roaming around Mulier.
Afterwards, guards pull someone out of the building.
In Mulier not all beast are being hunted or exterminated unlike in other countries which blindly exterminates hostile monsters to the point of extinction without knowing their roles in nature. Their only crime is just breaking wooden fence or eating farm animals then the people go for a hunt. Killing because of those reasons is not enough to exterminate them. Mulier teaches its citizens that every creature has a role to fulfill in nature. That’s why professional hunting skill book is a must for hunters. Mysteriously, the book is one of the most popular book.
The encyclopedia is popular among the children when this year's version is published and released.
While the Mulier people are busy, the decomposer worms are busy chewing on the Mataliit corpses. The pride warriors died in vain.