Established Pinnacle: The Enigma

Chapter 170 A Losing War I

?Another dark elf appeared and silently nodded before leaving. As for the Elven Empire, the Mother Tree was also a threat. Forget Deity King level, it might even be an Immortal Demigod or a God-level threat... Nia was carefully considering its existence.

And even Gill Jr can't do anything to a God at full power, let alone herself. Perhaps... only that recently adopted nephew of hers could give the Mother Tree a bit of trouble. If, that restless and energetic nephew could actually remember where home was.

'Enigma, you cheeky brat, are you truly a God or something more frightening than even Gods?' She thought to herself. Enigma, was just too monstrous and mysterious to her, and everyone else here. He was even dubbed;

'Our own Miracle and Wonder.'

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Meanwhile, within the southern hemisphere, a large army of a hundred million marched forward with steady steps, covering 60 miles per hour. Combined with their stamina, they could literally walk for days without rest.

The Beast King had sent one third of his army towards the Green River. Along with two Deity Lords, all this was just a facade to his people and the other superpowers.

This way, even if the army got wiped out, they could just surrender, giving out the impression that they got overpowered and lost the war. While also showing that they weren't weak, they were just not strong either.

As for the hundred million sacrifices, the Beast King wasn't that heartless. The reason they survived against the three star Nature Empire while being a two star was because of a weapon.

It could revive a person three times in their entire lives. So far, everyone sent out have been revived once or twice, there was a chance they could be revived as long as their souls are not destroyed or competely eradicated.

"Lord Cumba, there seems to be a few dark elves at the front." A beastfolk came and reported behind the fearsome beastfolk before itself.

"So fast? How many?" The beastfolk named Cumba responded in slight shock, and inquired moments later.

Cumba was a powerful beastfolk with a broad figure, one large as well. His muscles were so tight, they felt like they might explode out with power at any given second.

His fur covered his beastly figure that was walking on twos like ordinary humans. His specie was that of a tiger, with colors and beautiful fur.

"Only four."

"Just four? There are millions of you, why didn't you kill them?"

"We... we..."

"Dont "we, we" me. Out with it."

"We have already lost 300 thousand men sir!!! They said that they will kill 10 000 of us with every passing second."

"...."

"And—" The squirell demihuman suddenly stood up and drew his blade towards the neck of Cumba. His actions were swift and instantaneously, not something a Grand Master should be able to do.

Piii~ing

The strength was also far greater. Being able to push someone at Cumba's level, a Deity Lord back. But Cumba still managed to block and divert the force away.

"S-Sir..!! My...My body?! It's moving on—"

The squirell demihuman suddenly cut his own throat before he could finish his statement. Cumba frowned slightly, something was wrong, and it wasn't something small at all.

The combat prowess of that scout were definitely somewhere around Deity Lord as well. No, perhaps he was even stronger than an ordinary Deity Lord, he was a peak Deity Lord like himself.

'But that's strange. Since when—' His instincts kicked in before he could finish his thought, and he hurriedly rolled over and turned with a backward slash, colliding blades with another soldier, a high rank one even.

'This one used to be a Lesser Deity, but he was also Possessed? Wait, what if this can...' He pushed the now Deity Lord-level soldier back and looked around himself.

Indeed, all the ten high rank soldiers around him had mist-like black aura oozing out of their bodies. Though feint, Cumba managed to see it, but that didn't mean anything.

'Ten against one? This one will be tough.' He thought and prepared himself to face them regardless. But then, he suddenly felt like his shadow was dragging him down.

His speed was reduced by more than half and he felt like something was also on his shoulders, weighing him down. His feet felt like they were sinking down in murky waters.

'Fuck!!! This is just too much!!' He howled in his thoughts in resentment. Not only was it ten on one, his abilities were also reduced, making it seem like a twenty on one instead.

One of the ten soldiers rushed forward and collided with him. And due to his slow reaction, he only managed to barely block the attack, but he was still sent backwards by the momentum, comparable to that of a jet at full speed.

Two others rushed from both his sides and drew their blades at him. He cursed whoever was behind this and blocked one of the blades, but the other pieced him below his heart.

"Shit!! Fuck!! Why don't you just show yourself, coward?!" He roared out loud and bashed the skull of the soldier that pieced him, destroying it instantly. He then realised that their bodies were still weaker than their prowess.

Unfortunately, that discovery did not help him at all. One soldier used his entire strength to cut off one arm of Cumba. Cumba turned in rage and destroyed his skull as well with a powerful punch, that carried the entire weight of a Galaxy with it.

Unfortunately, two more rushed at him without giving him a chance at all. He managed to kill one, but at the cost of his leg. He realized that even his defense was like paper for some reason.

Crippled and handicapped, he could only watch as the remaining seven pieced his body with their blades and spear, tears of blood rolling down their eyes as they did not want any of this, yet had no choice.

The agony and despair within their eyes was deep and endless. So was the guilt and fear. They genuinely suffered mentally for this, and wanted it to stop.

Unfortunately, it was not up to their will.

But then again, to kill three peak Deity Lords while being limited to at most initial Deity Lord, it proved Cumba's ability. At his peak, he might have still died, but a glorious death of taking nine or all of them with him.

Pa~ Pa~ Pa~

Sounds of someone clapping their hands caught his attention. It was sonorous and melodious, especially within such a dead zone, a war zone, full of battle cries and cries of agony.

And when he looked over, he saw an ethereal Beauty with black hair and pupil-less eyes looking at him gently. Her expression was null, as her gaze was reminiscent of a God looking down on a mortal.

"You..." Cumba didn't even have the energy to speak anymore. Because, this place, had long since turned into a true grave yard. There was no other definition for it.

The area sorounding him, were only corpses as far as he could see. Millions of beastfolk corpses before him. '...Impossible.'

That was the only thing he could think off currently. Every beastfolk around him, was a goner. Ten million lives gone just like that, without being given a chance to retaliate at all.

Even someone as powerful as himself, with a strong will, could not help but despair in the face of such power. Power that not even his King could manifest.

"How..." He really wanted to know. Not even three minutes and they are gone just like that? Then suddenly, space ruptured besides the ethereal Beauty, revealing yet another beauty.

She had similar proportions to the first beauty, but held a large bow instead. And she looked a bit slimmer than the previous one. Of course these beauties were Sion and Sear respectively.

Sion had the Unique abilities that affected gravity through shadows, which she used to limit mostly everyone here. Those below Grand Master realm mostly suffocated to death.

And even Deities were helpless, as the weaker they were, the more restricted they became. Lesser Deities could not manifest even 10% of their overall battle power.

Let alone Half Deities and Saints.