The Supreme Troops were engaged in a fierce battle against the Chaos creatures. Nealon, the commander, shouted out to her troops, "Quick, everyone get into the Warhead! There, you will be safe!" Carel, however, expressed his concern, "I don't think everyone will be able to get into the Warhead." As he spoke, he could be heard taking deep breaths amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Zerich was tearing through the Chaos creatures with ease, his battle cry echoing across the field. "Ya, ya, ya!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm evident in his voice. "This is fun, Yoton! They're not exactly strong, but their group attacks make up for their lack of strength."
Yoton, however, remained focused, his tone a mix of determination and caution. "You're much too funny, Zerich. These creatures may not be a challenge for us, but they were more of a challenge to the gods and troops of the verse." With a swift motion, Yoton struck down a creature, his movements precise and deadly.
As the battle raged on, Nealon turned to Carel and said, "Carel, you're in charge here. Make sure everyone gets into the Warhead. I'm heading into the battlefield now." With that, she joined the fight, her determination to protect her troops evident in every step.
The battlefield was a scene of intense carnage, with both sides suffering heavy losses. Zerich's frustration grew as the creatures seemed to never end. "Damn, I'm growing tired of this. It's like their number keeps increasing," he said, his voice laced with exhaustion.
Just then, a new wave of Chaos creatures approached, their numbers staggering. Laxus, their scout, reported, "My lords, the third wave seems to be the whole Chaos creatures in the verse, and they are 300 million strong." Zerich's face fell, his frustration and fear evident. "You're kidding, right? How the fuck did all of them assemble in one place? I thought they were scattered all over the verse."
Yoton's expression turned grim. "Whatever this is, it doesn't look good for us. It looks like they're all taking their orders from someone and somewhere." Nealon's voice was laced with determination. "Let's focus on the battle at hand. We need to take them down, no matter what."
Back in the Cronoverse, a hidden meeting was taking place. Amiss, a key figure, was discussing the plan to eliminate their enemies. Nielan, the chief, was filled with rage, his eyes burning with intensity. "Continue with the plan, Amiss. It doesn't matter what they think or know. What we have to do now is make sure that one of them dies."
Amiss nodded, a sinister smile spreading across her face. "Alright, my lord. I'm going to combine all of the Chaos together into an ultimate vessel that has the power to eliminate them." Nielan's response was cold and calculated. "Do what you want, Amiss. I'm going to the Abyss now. I and the Abyssal King have a meeting."
As Nielan left, Amiss turned to Leach, her loyal servant. "Leach, where are you? Come here." Leach responded immediately, "Yes, my lady." Amiss's voice was laced with aggression. "Begin the plan and make sure no one notices you, not even the chief."
The battle between the Supreme Troops and the Chaos creatures raged on, with both sides suffering heavy losses. The Warhead unleashed its full power, raining down cannon fire on the creatures and cutting through their ranks. Despite their valiant efforts, the Supreme Troops were vastly outnumbered, and their strength was beginning to wane.
As the creatures merged into one, their voice boomed across the battlefield, "You will not escape from here. None of you are." The Supreme Troops were shocked, their movements frozen in time as the Chaos god cast a spell.
Nealon, Yoton, and Zerich knew they had to act fast. They hatched a plan to take down the Chaos god, with Nealon and Yoton engaging him in a fierce battle. The two rulers exchanged blows with the Chaos god, their movements lightning-fast and their spells powerful.
As the battle raged on, Nealon awakened a powerful spell, the Crimsoned Chains. The Chaos god was caught off guard, and the spell hit him with incredible force, destroying half of the Reveiverse's landscape.
The aftermath of the spell left the Supreme Troops breathless. Zerich's voice was laced with relief. "Those two really know how to make an exit. I thought we were all going to die, but they somehow reduced the destruction the spell can cause to half."
However, the Chaos god was far from defeated. He had taken advantage of the blast to strike Yoton from behind, leaving him bleeding and struggling to stay alive. Nealon's expression turned frantic as she rushed to Yoton's side. "Yoton, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Yoton's response was weak, but determined. "He...he took advantage of the blast...and struck me from behind," he said, his voice strained.
Nealon's face twisted in anger. "You bastard," she spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "I'll kill you."
Zerich, who had been watching the battle unfold, shouted out to Nealon. "Nealon, we need to retreat! The Chaos god is still regenerating, and our powers are sealed. We can't win this fight."
Nealon's gaze flicked to Zerich, and she nodded curtly. "Get Yoton back to the Warhead, Zerich. I'll finish this."
Zerich didn't hesitate, rushing to Yoton's side and helping him to his feet. "Come on, Yoton. We need to get out of here."
As they retreated, the Chaos god watched them with a calculating gaze. His power was growing, and he knew he had the upper hand.
Meanwhile, on the planet SAGA, Azarel was overseeing the evacuation of the citizens. "Hurry up, everyone! Get to the planet before the wave barrier closes," she shouted, her voice carrying above the din of the battlefield.
The injured commander approached her, his face pale with pain. "My lady, all of us can't make it in. Those creatures will get to us before we make it in."
Azarel's expression was grim. "Go, commander. I'll hold them off. Get to safety."
The commander nodded, and Azarel turned to the special ranks. "With me, let's defend our people. We'll hold off the Chaos creatures until everyone is safe."
The special ranks charged into battle, their movements swift and deadly. But just as they seemed to be gaining ground, the Chaos creatures suddenly retreated.
Azarel's eyes narrowed. "What's going on? Why are they retreating?"
The special rank commander approached her, his face puzzled. "I don't know, my lady. But it looks like they're heading towards our last location."
Azarel's expression turned grim. "I have to go back there. We can't let them get to our people."
The special rank commander hesitated, then nodded. "Take her in, men. We'll hold off the Chaos creatures."
As the citizens were safely evacuated, a massive blast shook the planet. The wave barrier held, but it was clear that the battle was far from over.
The king of SAGA, who had been watching the battle unfold, turned to Azarel. "My lady, we need to strengthen the barrier. We can't let it fall."
Azarel nodded, and together, they channeled their power to reinforce the barrier. The fate of the planet hung in the balance, and only time would tell if they would emerge victorious.
The battle raged on, with both sides suffering heavy losses. But one thing was certain: only one side would emerge victorious, and the other would be left in ruins. The question was, who would it be?
NEXT CHAPTER ✓
ACT 5: HOPE AND TEARS.