Conqueror

I looked down on the battlefield. Just looking at it, their army is intimidating. Twice or msybe thrice our numbers.

"Goodafternoon King Zieglind. To put it bluntly... We're after your kingdom. Would you just give it up for some needless bloodshed?"

"I decline." I said as I was broadcasting myself when I'm currently at the strategic room.

"Hey, hey... You just became a king and created a new alliance. Is the power getting to your head? I repeat. Surrunder or die." The fat noble smirked as if he already won.

These bastards... Attacking a newly founded kingdom and alliance... pure scum. "You just don't get it do you? I should be the one saying that to you."

Veins popped out of his head. "The arrogance..." He tried to calm himself but his veiny head and he's turning red doesn't reflect what he was saying. "If war is what you seek, then I shall give it." He turned around to his soldiers. "SOLDIERS, CHARGE!"

His soldiers roared a large battlecry intimidating Afal's soldiers.

I need to get back their morale. "Gazer Armor, Teleport." I left the strategic room and teleported from where I was broadcasting myself. Between Afal and the enemies that's trying to raid us.

"Oh, you showed yourself. Trying to bargain your life for this kingdom?"

"No. This is just me demonstrating my dominance against you. You have another chance noble. Surrender or die."

"You.. Mages! Focus your spells on the king!"

"Mind Break, Paralyze, Firebolt, Aqua Stream, Bind, Chain, Life Drain, Lightning Ray, Arrow Pierce, Steal!" Several of their mages casted spells all directed at me. But I have a mage myself.

"ZETA!" I shouted.

"Yes! 5-LAYER BARRIER!" Zeta took out his Gazer Armor and staff and casted a high level barrier that I didn't even know until now. A small barrier first formed outlining my whole body then four circualr layers came out just like normal.

They broke three barriers of Zeta and the two left simply dissipated because of the short time limit. It isn't surprising seeing how there's five layers.

"Impossible... Hundreds of my mages were stopped by a single one?!" The noble slowly stepped back on his horse but managed to keep his composure.

"I won't forgive you." I gathered mana on both of my hands. "BRIGHTEST DARK!" The same move Hera used on me that I was forced to use Last Stand. My current strongest move.

Firing a giant beam of light and dark energy that consumes mana in an insane rate.

Wherever I point it, the bodies disintegrate if they receive too much damage and the ground will leave a burning trail.

"Ah.. crap." I just used Brightest Dark for 6 seconds but I could feel my strength being taken away. It took all of my mana.

But after I casted the spell, I looked at the place the enemies were previously standing on. They were divided into two and all their mages were toasted.

"Impossible... No way... Over 6000 mages gone... In an instant." The noble had a funny look in his face. A hint of despair and confusion.

[Gazer Form will be dispelled. No mana left.]

"Uh, little help here." I was falling. The Gazer Form allows flight but since its dispelled, the effects are gone.

"I got you." Precia jumped and its enough to reach my falling body.

"Isn't this supposed to be the other way?" I was being carried in a bridal position.

"Don't mind the details." Precia softly landed on the ground.

"Are you... MESSING WITH ME?!" The noble got angrier and angrier. "Hehe. You must be a great mage to kill a lot of my troops... But that must took a toll on you! I'm guessing all your mana or depleting your life force. But that was a useless struggle. My troops still double yours!"

I left Precia's arms and walked in front of the army next to Afal. "Hey noble, you're missing something in the art of war. Numbers doesn't matter."

"Flying Units, BOMBARD THEIR ARMY!"

"Zeta! Hold this out for a couple of seconds!"

"Mhm!" Zeta then casted a large scale spell. "Cubic Protection!"

A large rectangular barrier spread until it covered everything.

"How long can this hold?"

"Not much. The defensive powers of this is spread out so its pretty thin."

The air units continued bombarding us with different spells. The barrier is barely holding on.

"Then better act quick. Who's the leader of groups here?"

No one answered but looked at me confused.

"The hell?" No one has no leader. "This army is so disorganized... Very well. Crimson Knights will take over. Divide yourselves into different groups. This is Rize. Gunners and archers follow her lead. This is Afal, your current warlord."

"What?" Afal tried to say something but I interrupted him.

"Ehem. For now. Anyway, those who are using swords or any melee weapons follow him. Greta will manage all the juggernauts. Finally, Zeta, he'll be the leader of all the mages here. Precia, join Afal's party for now."

"Zieglind... I can't hold on!" Zeta complained as his barrier is slowly getting chipped away.

"Everyone group yourselves!" Everyone slowly walked to their respective groups. "Aura." A huge wave of Bloodlust was sent their way but I limit it to a certain level to prevent inflicting trauma.

All of the soldiers felt fear but it can't be helped. They're disorganized, no clue, just barbarians whose tactics are just charge in recklessly. They need to learn or we'll just stay as the weakest kingdom.

I deactivated my aura and straightened my back. "Faster." A single mutter of my word when they felt intimidation helped them move faster. I looked over to the Crimson Knights. "I'll be sending orders through Telepathy. I have some mana left so I think it'll be fine."

A glass shattering sound was heard when Zeta's barrier gave out.

"Telepathy!" I linked all of our minds together. "Afal, you trust me right?"

"Yes." An unwavering answer.

"Can you jump into the middle of their army?"