The next day, I was standing in the command center of one of three Lunar-Class Cruisers. I was sitting on the throne that was installed in the middle of the room while General Zagan and Venelana were sitting beside me, as my ship was in the lead of the other two.
Finally, after a long time, I was once again sitting in the voidship. The entire Voidship was controlled by simple A.I. created and controlled by Architect. During my time in the Solar Federation, I designed many of them, especially for battle.
This was the advantage of advanced artificial intelligence technology. In Solar Federation, all fleets were solely controlled by A.I. while Captains of Ships, or other Navy Officials, were only making final decisions, where to shoot, if shoot, where to fly, and other things. In other things, A.I. was more precise than the human factor.
We were passing through the ocean current, and we would be for several hours.
“How much time until we reach the Ihor, Zeo?”
Asked me, bored Venelana as she was sitting there and looking bored as hell, even I was a bit, of course, I could read some magic tome, but due to sitting here with General Zagan and Venelana that would be considered as rude to them.
One was my fianceé, and the other was my most loyal vassal.
“Three or four hours, we are flying at the lowest speed, not to waste much energy, as we need it for weaponry, and also, the entire ocean is full of many strong monsters and sea beasts; we don’t need to attract attention.”
I answered her. Deep within the depths of the ocean, there were many strong entities. I set the speed of the voidships to its lowest for the reason of the lowest consumption. In turn, my ships won’t be attracting the attention of more energy-sensitive monsters and creatures that would be otherwise tempted to attack my transport.
“I see… that is indeed a wise move, My Lord.”
Said General Zagan from my side.
“After arriving at the Ihor, we would be landing in the west of the subcontinent, apparently, in near there is a strong tribe of humans, that would be needed to deal with, so I will be putting in test my new artillery of Anti-Matter Magicule Batteries.”
I explained.
The problematic thing was, near my landing place, where I planned to construct a teleportation array, was some tribe of humans, liked by Ultimate-Class Chieftain, so my new voidships would have their first test.
“Why not fly and land north or south of Ihor?”
Asked Venelana.
“It was no good option, My Lady. You see, while these three voidships may appear strong, if we are unlucky and encounter some powerful sea beast, we could be easily attacked by the sea. North Coast and South Coast are much distant, so we would need to spend more time flying.”
Answered her General Zagan.
The sea beasts truly terrified me. When Lord Mephisto told me that, he found existences on the level of Satan-Class / Intermediate Divinity Stage; God was truly dreadful. This plane was weird; its development and strength drastically differed between sea and land.
“Still, even if we are talking about continents, this place has far more Ultimate-Class powerhouses than we have initially predicted. That is a bit troublesome.”
I said.
“Don’t worry, My Lord. Currently, I have four Ultimate-Class flesh golems, and after we dispose of these foul barbarians, I hope that you will leave me some of them so that I can increase my collection.”
Said General Zagan with a malicious grin, to which I nodded.
“Of course, General, your collection is most helpful in this conquest.”
I said.
While Flesh Golems, created from Zagan’s Clan Trait, were weaker than genuine experts, that was mainly due to a major loss of intelligence and wisdom due to their death and use of the Clan Trait to reconstruct them as Flesh Golems.
Their use was even weaker because they could easily block and stall genius Ultimate-Class powerhouses for enough time. They could use the numerical advantage to kill even real Ultimate-Class powerhouses if they were to gang up on someone.
***
Yestera Plane, Ihor Subcontinent, Central Region, several days before
“Chieftain, the prophets, and shamans have verified the news… apparently, the entire Ewor Subcontinent fell to the vile invaders.”
Said a man in long fur robes.
“What should we do, Head Shaman? Invaders should be powerful to conquer the entire subcontinent.”
Asked the Chieftain, his advisor, the Head Shaman.
“In my opinion, we should contact other Great Tribes through the entire Ihor and establish the alliance against the invaders. From what shamans prophecies and visions told that the invaders are already coming to attack and annihilate us.”
Stated the Shaman in a creepy voice.
“How much of Legendaries could we gather with all support?”
Asked Chieftain. The Legendary powerhouse was in their culture name for Ultimate-Class entity.
“There are 7 Great Tribes across entire Ihor, and each of them has on average 2 Legendary Powerhouses; some have even three. Altogether, we would have probably around 17 or 18. The problem is, some of them are already part of their prime, especially Great Tribes in South, are in severe decline, and their Legendaries are already on the verge of dying from old age.”
Answered the Shaman truthfully. Even so, gathering so large a number of Legendary-ranked powerhouses was terrifying, so he hoped that it would be able to defeat enemies. Especially now that his tribe was calling for the such alliance, and they had three Legendary-ranked powerhouses, himself included.
“Then send a message to all Great Tribes and call them for a meeting right now. We need to establish a military alliance as soon as possible. Do you know when the invaders will arrive?”
Said Chieftain.
“Within days, Chieftain. I will work as fast as possible to accomplish these tasks to preserve our civilization and banish the evil invaders to where they belong.”
Answered Head Shaman.
“Good… hopefully, we will all survive this.”
