Chapter 427: What the hell are they doing?!
Meanwhile, not far from the center where Gold Dragons and Archangels circled overhead, Ethan stood with Seraphina, Cicero, Kyros, Auremax, and the Archangel Alvariel, among others.
They had all noticed the arrival of Grand Duke Fiesto and the Cyclops King Doregar.
And with them—an overwhelming sea of troops, tens of thousands strong, stretching across the hills.
"What the hell is this supposed to mean? Are they trying to intimidate us or something? Want me to show them what real power looks like?" Seraphina snapped, clearly irritated by the display.
Ethan just shook his head, a calm smile playing on his lips. "When the strong do this, it’s called a show of force. When the weak try it... well, it’s just fear in disguise. Relax. Let’s see what they’re up to first." Then he turned to Cicero. "Can you get a read on their numbers?"
"Roughly 3,000 units of Cyclops Kings, and close to 100,000 regular troops—Cyclops, Thunderbirds, Rocs, that kind of thing. Looks like they’re all from the Stronghold faction. But I don’t see any Behemoths or Ancient Behemoths," Cicero replied coolly.
"Stronghold, huh... I bet Balthazar and the others would love to get their hands on those units," Ethan chuckled. Then, casually, "Anyone feel like coming with me?"
"I do!" Seraphina jumped in without hesitation.
"Alright then." Ethan nodded, then turned to the rest. "Everyone else, stay here. Hold your position. Seraphina and I will go have a little chat with Grand Duke Fiesto."
Honestly, even with the enemy’s dramatic entrance, Ethan wasn’t feeling the slightest bit of pressure. Sure, 3,000 Cyclops Kings was nothing to sneeze at...
If he only had one Crimson Ultimate hero on his side, maybe he’d be a little concerned.