Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Chapter 818 Zagrath

Chapter 818 Zagrath

Zarael's response was a soft chuckle, the sound echoing gently off the ancient walls of her office. "Aldred, you've always had a way of making the impossible seem merely challenging." Her gaze lingered on the swirling images of the various races, each a world unto itself, brimming with potential allies and the promise of unity against a common threat.

She stood, her movements graceful, as she approached the holographic display. Her hand hovered over the images, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Making friends, as you put it, won't be easy. Each of these races has its own fears, its own enemies, and its own dreams. But," she turned to face Aldred, her eyes alight with a fierce determination, "if there's a chance to bring them together, to unite them against the darkness threatening us all, then I am with you."

"Don't joke around, Zarael. I know you can do this."

"I am the one supposed to say that. Making friends with other races isn't that simple."

"We make friends with the elves and the orcs."

"There are many events in history of small collaboration between humans and the two race you mentioned."

"I got the Xyrrathi."

"Those docile silicon lifeform had formed alliance with humans in the past as well."

"I am not here for your excuses. Will you help me or not?"

Zarael sighed. "How can I say no when you need my help."

Aldred smiled and hugged her.

Zarael was a bit surprised but she gladly welcomed his embrace.

Aldred then teleported the two of them out of the atmosphere, and entered some kind of gigantic space station the shape of a massive mechanical ring.

"Where are we going?" Zarael asked.

"You'll see."

Aldred brought her to a specialized hangar where a pristine, top of the line, massive vessel was docked. From the outside, it was clear that the armor were made with the toughest synthetic alloy the Celestial Platoons could get their hands into.

As they stepped into the specialized hangar, Zarael's eyes widened in sheer amazement. The vessel before her was a testament to the pinnacle of Celestial Platoon's engineering and technological advancements.

Its sleek, streamlined design was accentuated by the reflective surface of its armor, which seemed to absorb and refract the light in a mesmerizing display. The ship, vast and imposing, exuded a sense of indomitable power, its very presence dominating the hangar.

Around the vessel, the hangar buzzed with activity.

People and machines worked in perfect harmony, a ballet of efficiency and purpose. Drones, sleek and silent, hovered around the ship, their sensors scanning every inch of the hull for discrepancies, while bots—smaller, agile creatures of metal and light—darted in and out of open panels, their movements precise and purposeful.

Guards, encased in towering mech suits that stood nearly four meters tall, patrolled the area.

These suits, a marvel of military technology, moved with surprising grace for their size, some walking on heavy, mechanized legs that echoed on the hangar floor, others hovering slightly above the ground, their thrusters emitting a soft hum. The suits were armed, yet their weapons remained holstered, the atmosphere one of readiness rather than aggression.

Zarael, momentarily taken aback by the scale and sophistication of the operation, turned to Aldred, her expression a mix of awe and curiosity. "This…this is incredible, Aldred. I've never seen anything like it."

Aldred watched her reaction with a hint of pride. "This ship is the Dawnbreaker, the newest addition to our fleet. She's more than just a ship; she's a symbol of our commitment to protecting the galaxy. And," he added, turning to face Zarael directly, "she's going to be our flagship in the mission to unite the races."

Zarael took a step closer to the vessel, her gaze tracing its contours. "The Dawnbreaker," she repeated softly, as if testing the name on her tongue. "A fitting name. I can only imagine the power it holds."

As they walked along the length of the ship, Aldred detailed its capabilities, from its state-of-the-art propulsion system that allowed for near-instantaneous jumps across vast distances, to its arsenal of weapons designed not just for destruction, but for defense and peacekeeping. "But most importantly," Aldred concluded, "she's equipped with diplomatic quarters designed to accommodate representatives from all the races we hope to ally with. The Dawnbreaker isn't just a warship; she's a vessel of hope."

Zarael, absorbing every word, nodded slowly. "A vessel of hope… Yes, I can see it now. With the Dawnbreaker, we're not just offering our potential allies military support; we're offering them a place at the table, a voice in the fight against the darkness. Aldred, this is a bold vision, and I am honored to be a part of it."

The Dawnbreaker was an incredibly massive ship. No one had ever seen anything like it because it was custom built by Celestial Platoon's engineer.

Aldred knew humans creativity could produce incredible things which was why he put a lot of funds for training and recruiting talented engineers.

He had millions of scholarship programs for engineers and scientists and tens of thousands in other fields.

He believed innovation came from an ammalgation of diverse fields so he did not dare to ignore other subjects such as art, literary, etc.

There was an event where a farmer innovate a technology useful for military.

No one would expect that.

But such was innovation.

As Zarael and Aldred continued their inspection of the Dawnbreaker, Aldred's communicator beeped—a gentle, unobtrusive sound that nonetheless commanded attention. He tapped it, listened for a moment, and then nodded to Zarael. "It's time to meet your team."

They made their way to a large, open area within the ship that served as a briefing room. The room was bathed in soft, ambient light, with a large oval table at its center surrounded by comfortable seating. The walls were lined with screens displaying star maps and data feeds, a constant stream of information flowing in silent vigilance.

As they entered, fifty individuals stood in unison, their postures relaxed yet unmistakably professional. They were a diverse group, each member handpicked for their expertise in communication, diplomacy, and cultural studies. Their attire varied, reflecting the array of planets and cultures from which they hailed, yet they all wore a badge signifying their role as part of the Dawnbreaker's diplomatic corps.

Aldred gestured toward the group, pride evident in his voice. "Zarael, meet your team. These are some of the finest minds in the field of interstellar communication and relations. They'll be working with you to establish and maintain dialogue with our potential allies."

Zarael took a step forward, her gaze sweeping over the assembled team. "I'm honored to work with all of you. Our mission is of unprecedented importance. We're not just seeking allies; we're aiming to build a coalition strong enough to stand against the darkness threatening our galaxy."

The team responded with nods and murmurs of agreement, their faces alight with the challenge that lay ahead. Zarael could see the determination in their eyes, the spark of shared purpose that would bind them in the days to come.

Aldred continued, "In addition to our diplomatic corps, the Dawnbreaker is also equipped with thousands of guards. While we hope for peaceful negotiations, we must be prepared for any eventuality." His tone was sober, a reminder of the stakes at play.

Zarael addressed the team again, her voice steady and commanding. "Your skills in communication will be our greatest asset. We must approach each race with an open heart and a respect for their unique cultures and perspectives. Our goal is unity, but true unity can only be achieved through understanding and mutual respect."

The team listened intently, absorbing Zarael's words. Their backgrounds in diplomacy had prepared them for this moment, yet the scale of their task was daunting. Each knew that the success of their mission could very well determine the fate of the galaxy.

As the briefing concluded, the team members began to mingle, discussing strategies and sharing insights from their respective fields of study. Aldred and Zarael observed from the side, the former's confidence in his choice of team evident.

Zarael turned to Aldred, a determined glint in her eye. "With this team, we'll not only make friends among the stars—we'll forge a legacy that will endure for generations to come."

"Didn't you hesitate taking my offer?"

"That was then. Now is now."

"Pretty sure it happened like 30 minutes ago." Aldred laughed.

…

In the vast expanse of space, where stars birthed and died in the blink of a cosmic eye, a presence of unyielding malice cast its gaze upon several unsuspecting solar systems. Zagrath, the Flame Warden, one of the feared Demon Commanders under Lord Malgorth, surveyed his next targets with a chilling detachment. His towering form, shrouded in a cloak of living flames that danced in hues of blue and green, was a testament to the power he wielded. The flames, an extension of his will, flickered eagerly, anticipating the destruction to come.

With a voice that crackled like fire consuming dry wood, Zagrath issued his command to the demon hordes amassed behind him. "These systems," he gestured with a hand that seemed more flame than flesh, "are infested with vermin that dare to challenge our dominion. The Phoenix Battalion… they have become more than a nuisance. It is time to extinguish their light once and for all."

His army, a legion of darkness and despair, roared their approval, the sound a cacophony of nightmares unleashed. As one, they surged forward, a tide of destruction bound for the worlds affiliated with the Phoenix Battalion, a guerrilla group that had long thorned in the side of the demonic forces.

The attack was cataclysmic. Demonic forces descended upon the cities, their arrival heralded by skies turning the color of blood. Buildings that had stood as symbols of human achievement and hope crumbled into dust under the onslaught. Mountains, ancient and unyielding, were rent asunder, their shattered peaks a testament to the demons' unstoppable power. Seas boiled away under the heat of demonic fire, leaving nothing but barren wastelands in their wake.

The humans of these systems, taken by surprise by the ferocity and swiftness of the attack, could do little but flee, pray, or stand in defiance - though their resistance was futile against such overwhelming might. Amidst the chaos, cries of despair and defiance echoed, forming a haunting chorus that would remain unheard in the void of space.

With but a word of his, Zagrath vanquished hundreds of world.