Chapter 254: Siege of the Azarin Empire’s capital (I)
The soldiers responded with a resounding shout, their determination palpable. The energy among them was electric, fueled by a shared sense of purpose and readiness to defend their homeland. Each one of them stood tall, their resolve unyielding, reflecting the rigorous training they had undergone and the pride they held for their empire and faith.
Rober felt a surge of satisfaction as he observed the unwavering commitment of his forces. These were not merely conscripts who were brainwashed by the church to act as cannon fodder. They were seasoned soldiers, honed by countless drills and battle simulations. In them, he saw the potential for the entire military power of the Azarin Empire to reach new heights, driven by excellence and dedication.
He was poised to call them into action, to mobilize the troops and set out on their mission, when suddenly, the ground beneath him began to tremble. At first, it resembled a small earthquake—uncommon but not impossible in the lands of the Azarin Empire. However, this tremor was different; it did not weaken. Instead, the intensity only grew as it seemed to approach the capital.
A sense of unease settled over Rober, quickly escalating into a feeling of imminent dread. Something was coming, something far beyond the scope of a small and ordinary natural phenomenon. His instincts screamed of danger as the tremors intensified.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Rober made his way swiftly to the massive white wall that surrounded the entire city, using the nearby elevator to ascend to the highest vantage point. As the platform rose, his heart pounded in his chest, a sense of foreboding growing with each passing second.
Upon reaching the top, Rober rushed to the edge of the battlements, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the approaching threat. What he saw froze him in place, a wave of horror and disbelief washing over him.
There, in the distance, was a massive cloud of dust rolling toward the capital like an impending storm. Beneath the dust cloud, the ground shook with the sound of footsteps—thousands upon thousands of synchronized strides marching relentlessly forward.
Robert’s mind raced, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what was approaching. This was no mere enemy force; it was an army, vast and extremely well organized, advancing with purpose and precision. The dust cloud swirled around them, shrouding their numbers and adding to the oppressive sense of danger.
However, there was one figure that Rober could discern even amidst the massive cloud of dust—a man covered in golden armor, nearly nine meters in height, whose every step made the earth tremble and crack.