In the heart of the SRS base, the Unyonian army gathered, eager to access the new weapons that would allow them to face the relentless monsters that had plagued their lands. They had witnessed firsthand how easily the SRS soldiers wielded their guns, cutting down enemies with deadly precision. The SRS drill instructors and sergeants made it clear: the era of swords and spears was behind them, relics of a past where such weapons were enough. Now, in this new world, the gun had become the primary tool of survival. Without bullets to reload, even the sword was a secondary choice.

The instructors went on to explain the power of firearms. Guns could kill an enemy with a single shot, but they weren't infallible. Against foes with thick, armor-like skin or heavy protective suits, the bullets might fail to pierce. For that reason, they introduced the Unyonians to something more powerful: energy weapons. Among them was the energy bow, capable of firing energy arrows without the need for physical ammunition. Instead, it drew from a limitless energy source, making it a weapon of incredible potential. Intrigued, the archers grew curious, eager to see the weapon in action.

Alria, one of the most skilled archers, volunteered without hesitation. She had her reasons, ones rooted in vengeance and a desire to protect the new family she had found. With determination, she took the energy bow from the table, her fingers brushing its sleek frame. She stepped up to the target range, took a deep breath, and nocked an energy arrow. Her pull was smooth and practiced, and when she released, the arrow shot forward with blinding speed, hitting the bullseye with a precise strike.

The Unyonians watched in awe as the energy bow proved its devastating effectiveness, capable of taking down targets in a single shot. They could only imagine how formidable such weapons would be in battle. After her demonstration, the soldiers eagerly began training, practicing their aim with the guns, trying to master their new tools of war.

Not long after, Princess Carmella and her councilors arrived at the SRS base, observing the army in action. They were astounded by the efficiency and organization of the Salvatian forces. The weapons—guns, energy bows, and more—seemed to promise an easy victory without the need for close combat. But it wasn't just the weapons that impressed them. The sight of the vehicles and aircrafts, tools of destruction and strategy, left them speechless.

Eichi, his voice filled with admiration, remarked, "So this is the Salvatian military. I can see they're more organized and prepared to take the southern continent from the monsters."

Guzah nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed. But remember, Xavier has stated that he does not fight for fame, glory, or honor. He fights for victory, and that's what he believes in. Coming from another world, his people fight not for the sake of tradition, but to win. To them, we are primitive—still clinging to swords and magic, while they wield science and technology."

Alberad added, his voice tinged with awe, "Even magic doesn't compare to the level of technology they possess."

Carmella watched as the military personnel moved with purpose, taking their positions and working seamlessly. Her gaze lifted, and she saw the SRS Condor descending from the sky, its sleek form touching down gracefully. The personnel scrambled to unload the supplies, further proving the efficiency of Xavier's forces.

"This is the military of Salvatia," Carmella murmured under her breath, her voice filled with awe and uncertainty. "Despite being an otherworlder, and one who's experienced the trials of reincarnation, Xavier has made his country and military look just like the world he came from. How could someone like him possess such power? Was he meant to lead his people and change the world for the better, for all demihumans to live in peace? Or will he rule with an iron fist?"

Her mind raced with questions and doubts, stirred by the revelations Xavier had shared with her. His origins, his intentions—what kind of future lay ahead for the people of this continent? Would he be the one to bring lasting change, or would he become another tyrant?

As she pondered, Xavier approached, flanked by two HACUs—his ever-present bodyguards. His presence commanded attention as he spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"I hope you've enjoyed the tour of my base," Xavier said. "Because in just a few hours, we'll be moving out."

Alberad's eyes widened in disbelief. "Just a few hours!? But our army hasn't trained enough yet!"

"That's why it's called quick training," Xavier replied without hesitation. "We can't afford to sit idly by while the enemy prepares. They won't wait for us to catch up. We have to adapt—use new methods to win. The old ways are gone."

Dargan, always pragmatic, raised a different concern. "I assume your society doesn't have magic, correct?"

Xavier nodded. "That's right. Only Frieda and I have powers. Actually, what I possess is more like a superpower than magic, but it doesn't matter. I'm open to integrating magic into society, so that both magic and science can coexist without discrimination."

Guzah gave a thoughtful hum. "I'm glad to hear that. I figured you'd want your people to have magic, but also rely on science to shape their future."

Xavier's gaze met his. "Exactly."

Then, with a change of subject, Xavier asked, "I assume you're not capable of leading the battle against those monsters, are you?"

Carmella's sigh was heavy with the weight of truth. "You're right. I lead my people with hope, trying to keep their spirits alive, but I can't lead them in battle. That's why we're losing."

Guzah spoke with a sense of grim resolve. "That's why we're the ones leading the army now. Most of our generals have fallen in battle. Only four of us remain to coordinate the attack."

Xavier's expression hardened, his voice resolute. "Then we must take the kingdom. If we can claim it, we can end this war by finding the leader of those monsters and killing him. The war will be over."

He turned on his heel, heading toward the building with a purposeful stride. Carmella and the others followed closely behind, the weight of their journey and the coming battle hanging heavy in the air.

...

Strategy room

The strategy room was filled with focused murmurs and the rustle of papers as everyone gathered around the large holographic table in the center of the room. The table projected an impressive 3D map of the continent, detailing every valley, mountain range, and coast. Carmella and her councilors couldn't help but marvel at the advanced technology that made such a clear and expansive map possible. Yet, their attention quickly returned to the matter at hand—the reclamation of their homeland from the monsters who had overtaken it.

Xavier stood at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the holographic map as he laid out his strategy. "Alright, we are positioned here," he began, pointing to a marked location on the map. "The enemy occupies every corner of this southern region. I want each division to fan out and claim as much territory as possible. Surround them. Push them into a corner."

Dargan, skeptical, raised an eyebrow. "And you believe this will work?"

Frieda, standing beside Xavier, spoke up with confidence. "It will succeed, councilor. For now, we've dispatched recon units to scout the area and identify enemy strongholds. Once we have that intel, we'll be in a position to strike."

Xavier turned to Carmella, his voice calm yet commanding. "Your Highness, where is your kingdom located?"

Carmella's finger gently traced the map, her voice soft as she pointed to the marked spot. "It's over there."

Xavier's voice was firm and decisive as he addressed the room, his gaze unwavering. "Then that's our destination. But before we move forward, we must spread our forces across the region to ensure we can claim it. I've assigned generals and commanders to lead our divisions—they'll handle the monsters without issue."

Guzah, standing nearby, stepped forward. "Supreme Leader."

Xavier turned his attention to him, his brow furrowing slightly. "Yes? What is it you need?"

Guzah's expression was resolute. "I wish to join the battle, to witness firsthand your method of fighting. My people need me to lead them to victory."

Dargan, eager, added, "I too wish to join! I can lead an army of demons into battle."

Xavier nodded, his mind already calculating the logistics of it all. "Alright, you two will be generals for your people, leading them alongside my divisions. Together, we'll ensure we win this war without suffering massive casualties."

Carmella, watching the exchange, spoke with quiet determination. "While you're leading the battle, could you also search for survivors in the region? My people were scattered when the invasion overtook my kingdom."

Xavier's expression softened slightly. "Your people will be integrated into every one of my divisions to search for them. I can only hope they've hidden well and managed to survive the monsters."

Carmella's voice trembled with emotion, but she held her composure. "I pray they are still alive, and that they can return home safely. Supreme Leader, please, lead us to victory."

A gentle smile tugged at Xavier's lips as he met her gaze. "And we will. We never give up the fight."

...

The Unyonians, now fully equipped and ready, stood in formation. Thanks to the training of the SRS drill instructors, they were adept with guns and energy weapons, though a few still clung to their swords, spears, and other medieval armaments. With grim determination, they prepared to fight back against the monsters, driven by the need to avenge their fallen loved ones and reclaim their homes.

Xavier's voice echoed across the ranks as he announced the start of the operation. "The time has come," he declared. "We are ready to move out. Our forces will spread across the region, cornering the monsters and eliminating them one by one." His speech was filled with the promise of victory, fueling their fighting spirit and their courage.

Beside him, Princess Carmella stepped forward, her presence commanding as she spoke to her people. "Hold fast to hope," she urged. "We will fight until the last breath. We will reclaim our home and destroy the leader of these monsters."

The cry of triumph surged through the ranks, their spirits lifted as they raised their weapons high, rallying together under the banners of their leaders. With renewed resolve, they followed the SRS commanders to their designated positions, ready to face the full force of battle. The true fight was about to begin.

...

As the forces spread across the region, they quickly encountered monsters in every area. The Unyonians, now armed with weapons provided by the SRS, finally stood a fighting chance to turn the tide of the war. The SRS commander, taking charge, ordered the Unyonian archers to unleash a barrage of arrows. The arrows soared through the air, raining down upon the monsters, striking the goblins in particular. However, the ogres and trolls proved more resilient, with many shrugging off the impact of the arrows as they continued charging toward the Unyonians.

"Seems like they're tough to kill," the SRS commander muttered under his breath. "Order them to fire again!"

"Yes, sir!" came the swift reply from an officer. "All tanks, fire!"

With a thunderous roar, the SRS tanks unleashed a barrage of heavy firepower, reducing the monsters to nothing more than scattered remains. As the smoke cleared, the commander quickly gave new orders. "Unyonians, forward! Use melee weapons to finish off the weakened monsters!"

The Unyonians surged ahead, their warriors cutting through the remaining ogres and trolls with ruthless precision. Meanwhile, the SRS troops carefully aimed their weapons, picking off the last of the goblins as they advanced.

Suddenly, the ground shook as more goblins, mounted on wolves, charged at the Unyonians. But before they could close the distance, Harpies in the sky began to rain down sharp, deadly feathers, piercing the goblins and their mounts with deadly accuracy. From above, the SRS assault skybikers dove into the fray, guns blazing as they strafed the enemy below.

A female Harpy, gliding through the air, called out with a teasing tone, "I've got to say, you Neohumans always have those flying metal things to kill from the sky while you fight on land. What else do you have in store for us?"

An SRS skybiker, a grin on his face, responded with a cocky chuckle. "Heh. You'll see when we get there."

A male Harpy, his wings slicing through the air with battle-ready precision, interrupted, "Hey! Less talking, more fighting!"

"Right!" the female Harpy agreed, and they both returned to the battle with renewed vigor.

The ground forces fought fiercely, pushing forward to clear each area of monsters. With every victory, they advanced deeper into the region, determined to eliminate the enemy and secure their homeland. The battle raged on, with no sign of slowing as they moved from one area to the next, unrelenting in their pursuit of victory.

...

In other sectors of the battlefield, the combined forces of the SRS and the Unyonian Army were led by Guzah and Colonel Mcdoth Evendell. They were facing a much larger horde of monsters than the others. Unyonian mages unleashed powerful magic attacks against the ogres and trolls, recognizing their greater danger compared to the goblins. Meanwhile, the SRS and Unyonian infantry opened fire, sending a hail of bullets to pierce through the goblins and their riders, cutting down the smaller foes with brutal efficiency. Some Unyonians threw spears or shot arrows to dispatch the remaining goblins, while others engaged in close combat when the creatures managed to slip through the barrage.

Guzah, watching the battle unfold, observed that their forces were systematically wearing down the monsters. With each fallen ogre and troll, the advantage shifted in their favor, allowing the Unyonian centaurs to launch hit-and-run attacks against the surviving goblins.

"They're losing more lives than we are," Guzah remarked, his eyes scanning the battlefield. "I'm fascinated by how your people fight with guns—if not for your supreme leader, I'm not sure we would have made it this far."

Mcdoth, standing beside him, nodded. "He's more of a warrior than a politician. He's fought his way through both political and military battles to win this fight. And thanks to his tactics, we're wiping them out with ease."

Guzah gave a small smile. "You know, if you hadn't come to defend our sanctuary, we would have been wiped out. We wouldn't have survived much longer."

Mcdoth's expression was unwavering. "Well, we're here now, and we won't let them destroy your people."

Before Guzah could respond, an officer approached, breathless.

"Colonel! General! We've got incoming reinforcements from the enemy!"

Guzah's brow furrowed. "So, they return to meet their downfall?"

The officer shook his head, urgency in his voice. "No, sir. They're coming in faster than the goblin riders."

Mcdoth's eyes narrowed as he grabbed his binoculars. "What?!" He focused the lens and his gaze hardened when he saw a cloud of dust rising in the distance. As the dust settled, he saw a terrifying sight—an army of Savatours charging toward them. These monstrous, deformed centaur-like creatures were armed with spears, axes, dadao swords, and bows, their eyes burning with fury.

"What the hell are those?" Mcdoth muttered, eyes wide. "They're like centaurs, but more savage—more monstrous."

Guzah's face hardened. "Savatours," he muttered. "They're a violent subspecies of centaurs, bred for war. But how did they get here? And when did they join the enemy?"

He passed the binoculars back to Mcdoth, his mind racing.

"I don't know," Mcdoth replied, his voice grim. "But I'm not waiting to find out. Open fire!"

The air was soon filled with the thunderous roar of gunfire as the SRS troops unleashed everything they had on the oncoming Savatours. Bullets tore through the monstrous creatures, cutting down their ranks. The SRS AIAVs, IFVs, APCs, and Humvees joined in, pouring fire into the enemy. The Unyonian archers and mages launched arrows and magic, felling more of the savages from a distance.

The centaurs surged forward, their hooves pounding the earth as they engaged the Savatours in close combat, all the while trying to avoid the deadly barrage of bullets. But the Savatours, unnerved by the rapid destruction of their comrades, faltered. Fear began to take hold as their numbers dwindled, and the remaining creatures were soon forced to retreat.

Guzah, however, wasn't content to let them escape in cowardice. Equipped with his dueling war axes, he leaped into the fray, charging forward and cutting down any Savatour in his path. The Unyonians followed his lead, rushing into the battle with wild abandon as they cut through the retreating monsters.

When the last of the Savatours fell, Guzah raised his axes high, a triumphant cry escaping his lips.

"Victory for Unyonia! And for the SRS!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the battlefield.

The soldiers, fired up by his words, erupted into cheers, their spirits lifted by the hard-fought triumph. Mcdoth made his way over to Guzah, a knowing smile on his face.

"I see you're more of a warrior than just a simple council member," Mcdoth remarked.

Guzah chuckled. "Heh, I was never interested in politics, unless it was necessary to give advice to the princess."

Mcdoth nodded, understanding the sentiment.

"Let's keep moving," Guzah said, his tone hardening. "We don't want others to beat us to the next fight, do we?"

Mcdoth smiled. "We'll get there first, my friend. But first, we need to gather the wounded and get them patched up."

With that, the two men nodded to each other, and their forces pressed onward. The wounded would be taken by medics and healers to receive the care they needed, while the rest of the army moved forward to continue their march, determined to wipe out the remaining enemy forces.

...

Another large division, commanded by General Mazarv Rondoliz of the SRS and Dargan, engaged an even larger horde of monsters. High above the battlefield, angels and demons flew through the air, casting powerful magical attacks upon their enemies. Meanwhile, the Savatours, armed with bows and arrows, retaliated, sending a volley of arrows that struck down a small number of the flying beings, who fell to the ground below. In response, a general swiftly ordered the mortar team to fire on the Savatour archers. The explosion from the mortar shells obliterated their ranks. Unyonian archers, wielding energy bows, aimed carefully and released energy arrows that pierced through goblins and Savatours, striking them with deadly precision in either their heads or hearts.

One Unyonian hobgoblin, admiring the weapon, exclaimed, "This weapon is amazing!"

His comrade nodded eagerly. "I know, right?"

A dark elf beside them chimed in, "I really do want to keep this!"

A beastman added with conviction, "This will change history forever."

Meanwhile, Dargan, determined to make his mark on the battlefield, stepped forward and summoned the dark magic coursing through him. With a fierce determination, he shouted, "Darkness Purifying Beam!"

A massive, dark beam erupted from his hands, tearing through the ranks of monsters and disintegrating them into dust. General Mazarv watched in awe at Dargan's immense power, though his focus remained unshaken as he called out to his troops.

"Push forward, men! Show them why you are too stubborn to die!"

The rallying cry inspired the soldiers, their spirits renewed as they surged forward to meet the enemy. Goblins and ogres, wounded in the skirmish, were swiftly finished off by the SRS and Unyonian soldiers. An ogre roared in fury, swinging a massive club at the advancing soldiers, but his face was obliterated by the blast of an SRS shocktrooper's railgun. Nearby, an Unyonian orc warrior cleaved through goblins with his sword before dispatching a Savatour who had come too close. A heavy trooper from the SRS, wielding a minigun, mowed down goblins and Savatours without hesitation, leaving nothing but carnage in his wake.

At that moment, two carryall transports appeared in the sky, descending to the ground with powerful thuds as they released the EDWs—Enforcer Drone Walkers—onto the battlefield. The robotic combat walkers stood tall and imposing, their advanced targeting systems scanning the enemy.

The EDW A.I. spoke with cold efficiency, "Enemy sighted. Eliminate all hostiles."

The machine guns mounted on the EDWs opened fire, sending a relentless barrage of bullets into the horde of monsters. The enemies were cut down under the sheer volume of firepower. Dargan returned to General Mazarv, who was now looking up in surprise at the arrival of the mechanical walkers.

"Are those dark metal, two-legged golems?" Dargan asked, his eyes still fixed on the EDWs.

Mazarv nodded, though his expression was unreadable. "You could say that. Those are Enforcer Drone Walkers, or EDWs for short. They were originally designed for counter-terrorism and law enforcement in cooperation with the police departments. Right now, they've been modified to provide support in warfare, helping to bolster the infantry and ground forces."

Dargan furrowed his brow, still processing the explanation. "I don't get the rest of what you just said, but it's incredible what you people have built."

An officer approached them urgently, interrupting the conversation. "Sir!" he called out.

"What is it?" Mazarv asked.

The officer reported, "We're pushing them back. Most of the enemy has suffered heavy casualties. The other divisions have already conquered every area."

Dargan looked to Mazarv, a gleam of hope in his eyes. "So, within just a few hours, we will win the war?"

Mazarv nodded confidently. "Yes. Rest assured, sir. Once we eliminate the source of these monsters and their invasion, this continent will be ours once again."

...

In other areas, goblin riders and savatours are running out in fear as they are being chased by something very terrifying. A Furycrawler-class land battleship, the biggest mobile fortress land cruiser made of the Sovereignty Republic of Salvatia. While it slowly chased after them, SRS Cobra heavy gunships, Hornet gunships, and assault skybikers gunned them down from the sky. They hunted them down as they ran away from getting killed. Not only the air force, but they also got hunted down by a newly heavy robot combat unit called the Heavy Armed Systematic Drone or H.A.S.D.

These HASDs have different variants depending on different branches like army, navy, air force, and marine. Each of them have different weapons attached to them for combat.

They fly down upon them as they mercilessly kill the monsters while they are running in fear. Even though they have ogres and trolls on their side, they are also being beaten, shot, and mauled to death by HASDs.

...

Xavier Salvador, Frieda, Elena, Princess Carmella, Alberad, and Eichi led the charge of a massive battalion, a fusion of SRS forces and the Unyonian army. Xavier, Frieda, and Elena sat atop a Tiger tank, pushing forward at the forefront of the battle, while the princess and her councilors rode in a military light truck, reminiscent of a JSDF vehicle. Among the battalion were Blaise and Alria, both determined to confront the monsters ravaging the fallen kingdom. Blaise volunteered, driven by a fierce desire for vengeance after seeing his village slaughtered without mercy by these beasts. Trained by an SRS instructor, he was now adept with firearms, carrying an M17 Assault Rifle, and his sword, kept as a secondary weapon for close combat. Alria, too, had her role, joining the archers, ready to fight in defense of her people. She approached Blaise, concern evident in her voice.

"Blaise, what are you doing here? Why join us in the battle?" she asked.

Blaise looked at her, his expression unwavering. "I'm here to do the same as you—to avenge our fallen village."

"But who will lead our people if you leave?" Alria pressed.

"Don't worry. They're safe in the refugee area. I'm sure they're being well looked after. Look, I know you're worried, but I have to see for myself who is responsible for bringing these monsters here and slaughtering our people. I won't rest until they pay for what they've done."

Though Alria was concerned, she couldn't deny that Blaise shared the same drive for vengeance. Despite her pleas for him to stay behind, he was determined. With a resigned sigh, she nodded.

"Alright, but promise me you won't get killed out there."

Blaise smiled, a look of quiet confidence on his face. "Don't worry, I'll live. We'll both live, I promise."

Alria's heart fluttered, a faint blush creeping across her face. She quickly averted her eyes, trying to hide the warmth she felt. Since childhood, she had harbored feelings for him, though he was oblivious to them. He had always been the one to care for her, and perhaps, someday, she could ask him to marry her. But for now, she merely wished him luck and returned to her unit.

The battalion moved through the woods, and soon they arrived at their destination: the fallen kingdom of Unyonia. They took their positions, awaiting the signal to strike.

Once a prosperous kingdom, it had been a haven for demihumans, demons, and angels, living in peace under the rule of Demon Queen Hura. Now, it lay in ruins, razed by the monsters that had descended upon it. The houses were mostly destroyed, some reduced to rubble, while others were being set ablaze. The walls had crumbled, and the once-imposing gate was now nothing more than a memory. The ground was stained with dried blood, remnants of the massacre that had occurred.

Xavier scanned the ruined kingdom through a pair of binoculars, observing the hordes of goblins, ogres, trolls, and savatours that roamed the desolate streets. He watched them for a moment before Elena approached him.

"So, what do you think?" she asked.

"I've seen monsters within the kingdom," Xavier replied, his voice low, "and many more outside."

Frieda, examining the same scene, added, "Not only that, I can see some of them using magic attacks."

She focused on a group of goblins who appeared to be mages, their magical abilities presenting a threat to their forces.

"They're our least concern," Xavier said, still observing, "though they could be a problem for my ground vehicles depending on their magic's strength. But we can destroy them quickly enough. However, there's something else."

Elena raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Do goblins take prisoners?" Xavier asked, his tone thoughtful.

Elena's eyes widened at the question, hesitant to answer. Before she could respond, Princess Carmella spoke up.

"Other monsters, like trolls and ogres, don't take prisoners—they eat them. But goblins... they take prisoners. They capture women to breed more goblins for their ranks. The savatours, however, are barbaric cannibals. They eat their prisoners whenever they please."

Xavier nodded grimly. "I see... There's something we need to do. Frieda, send the Orb drones to scout the area and search for any prisoners."

"Understood," Frieda replied, immediately dispatching several Orb drones.

The drones, equipped with cloaking devices, flew silently over the ruins, gathering information. They navigated through the wreckage, observing the monsters as they camped in various spots, idle and unhurried. Some drones ventured into the buildings, searching for signs of captives. After some time, they discovered the prisoners—high elves, dark elves, hobgoblins, and beastfolk—bound in tattered robes, their bodies filthy and worn. Their faces were gaunt, eyes hollow with the weight of despair. They had been left in bondage for too long, starving and deprived of hope.

In the decimated remnants of the castle, the Orb drones continued their search, splitting into separate areas to locate any additional prisoners, mostly in the dungeon. One of the drones ventured into the throne room, where the door had been shattered during the monster invasion. There, seated upon the throne, was a formidable sight—a large goblin, clad in parts of black armor, wielding a massive sword in his left hand. This was no ordinary goblin, but a general, distinguished by his intelligence and the ability to lead a horde of monsters. He could communicate in the monster tongue, issuing orders that his army understood and followed without question.

On the ground, Xavier, Frieda, Elena, and Princess Carmella watched the scene unfold through a tablet, observing the goblin general in his eerie throne room.

"So this is their leader," Xavier remarked, his gaze narrowing at the goblin on the screen. "Though, I don't recall goblins being this... large."

Elena's voice was steady, but there was a trace of regret in it. "That's a goblin general. He commands their army, and his strategies were what led them to conquer the kingdom. We fought him before, but he wields a sword enchanted with destructive magic. One slash from him, and our soldiers were wiped out in an instant. We had no choice but to retreat and leave the kingdom in his hands."

Frieda studied the scene intently. "He seems to be more than just a brute. He's directing those mindless monsters with precision. He has the intelligence to lead."

Xavier nodded grimly. "Yes. But like the others, he will fall before us. Commander Elena, once our ground vehicles make their move, I want your forces to follow and strike swiftly."

"Understood," Elena replied without hesitation.

Xavier turned to Princess Carmella. "Princess, you'll stay here. I want to witness firsthand how we fight on the battlefield."

"Of course," Carmella answered, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in her voice.

He then turned to Frieda. "Frieda, give the order for the ground forces to advance. Commander Elena, you will lead the infantry to eliminate any survivors after the initial attack."

"Yes, sir!" Frieda responded sharply.

Xavier drew his HF blade with a decisive motion, pointing it toward the ruins of the kingdom. His voice rang out with unwavering authority. "It's time for retribution! We will reclaim this fallen kingdom and destroy every last one of our enemies! Unyonians, your people are scattered throughout the houses, buildings, and even the castle. We will save them, but only if we act swiftly. Anyone who thirsts for the blood of our enemies—come with me, and let us purge them from this continent!"

A roar of war cries erupted from both the Unyonian and Salvatian forces, their spirits lifted by the rallying call as they prepared for the battle ahead. Xavier's orders were clear, and the armies moved as one.

"Charge!" Xavier's voice boomed, leading the charge as the ground forces surged forward.

SRS Humvees, Tiger tanks, AIAVs, and IFVs rolled forward, firing at the monsters on sight. However, they made sure to avoid hitting the structures that housed the prisoners, prioritizing their safety. The first wave of enemies was quickly dismantled as Xavier, Frieda, and Elena leapt from their tank and sprinted toward the frontlines. The armies followed, their morale high, as Blaise and Alria joined the fray with a loud cry of battle.

The monsters, initially disoriented by the sudden attack, were soon confronted by the full force of the Unyonian and Salvatian armies. Xavier, with his HF katana in hand, cut through goblins and savatours with blinding speed. Frieda, wielding her spear, pierced a savatour's heart, then leaped onto the back of a troll, sinking her blade into its neck to bring it down. Centaur soldiers charged forward, their spears impaling the savage savatours, swiftly bringing them to the ground.

The battlefield became a brutal symphony of steel, magic, and blood as the forces of Unyonia and Salvatia clashed with the monstrous invaders. Each warrior fought with purpose, driven by the desire for vengeance, to reclaim what was lost and end the reign of terror the monsters had inflicted on their land.

...

Blaise unleashed a barrage from his M17 Assault Rifle, cutting down several goblins in quick succession. He swiftly reloaded the weapon, his movements precise, and fired once more, sending more goblins to the ground. Beside him, Alria loosed a flurry of energy arrows, each one finding its mark in the advancing savatour, who swung a massive ax with reckless abandon. Together, they moved through the chaos, clearing their path as they ventured deeper into the building.

They ascended a staircase, only to be met with the sharp hiss of arrows piercing the air. Goblin archers, hidden behind windows, let loose a volley of deadly shots. With a quick exchange of glances, Blaise and Alria flanked the archers, firing from behind with deadly precision to eliminate the threat.

Once the archers were dealt with, they made their way downstairs, where they found a heavy basement door. After forcing it open, they descended into the dimly lit depths, where the sight of imprisoned souls sent a wave of both relief and sorrow through them. The prisoners were shackled, their faces hollowed with fear and despair.

Blaise turned to Alria, his voice low but filled with resolve. "Go. Get the others. We need to get them out of here."

Alria nodded without a word, her resolve matching his, and swiftly made her way to gather the others.

Blaise addressed the prisoners, his tone soft yet filled with hope. "Do not be afraid. We're here to end this nightmare."

One of the Unyonian prisoners, her voice trembling, looked at him with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "Wha- What do you mean? You mean—"

Blaise offered a reassuring smile, his eyes burning with the fire of determination. "Yes. We're taking back our land from these monsters."

His words, though simple, carried the weight of a promise—a promise that they would fight until the last breath to restore their home.

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The Unyonian beastman soldier let out a fierce cry. "Die!" With a mighty swing of his sword, he cleaved through a goblin. All around him, the battle raged as the armies clashed with the monsters infesting the fallen kingdom, each side determined to wipe the other out. The SRS divisions had surrounded the area, cornering the monsters and preventing any escape. Goblin mages unleashed waves of magic in an attempt to break through, but the Unyonian mages quickly retaliated, their own powerful spells countering the attacks. Meanwhile, the sound of gunfire echoed as Unyonian soldiers wielding firearms fired upon the goblin mages, their shots finding their marks.

A hulking ogre, driven into a berserk frenzy, charged toward Xavier, wielding a massive club. With a calm and controlled motion, Xavier extended his hand, halting the ogre's strike with a single palm. With a swift motion, he pushed the creature upward, sending it crashing back to the ground. In a fluid motion, Xavier leapt into the air, his HF katana blade plunging into the ogre's skull with lethal precision. Without missing a beat, he moved forward, his eyes locked on the chaos ahead.

Elena, never far behind, loosed a series of arrows, each one finding its mark in the heads of goblins and savatours alike. As the enemies closed in, she drew her sword, slicing through the air to decapitate a goblin that had attempted to strike her from the side.

Meanwhile, the soldiers were ushering the prisoners to safety. As many of the troops continued to engage the enemy, a mighty roar echoed from behind them. A towering troll, its face twisted with rage, lumbered toward the Unyonian forces, but it was met with the combined force of a tiger tank and an IFV, which unleashed a devastating barrage, reducing the creature to a pile of rubble. A small group of goblins, determined to stop the advancing forces, rushed at the soldiers. But just as they neared, an SRS soldier hurled a grenade into their midst. The explosion obliterated the goblins in a heartbeat, clearing the path for the tanks. The machine gunner on one of the tanks unleashed a hail of bullets, mowing down any goblins that dared to attack with arrows or spears.

Xavier and Frieda pushed forward, their path through the battlefield clear. With every step, they annihilated any creature foolish enough to stand in their way. Finally, they reached the castle, the thick stone walls looming ahead.

Inside, an ogre blocked their path, its massive form charging at them with deadly intent. Frieda, moving with supernatural speed, dodged the ogre's wild swing and leapt onto its back. With a well-aimed throw, she planted her spear deep into the creature's skull, sending it crashing to the floor, lifeless. She picked up the weapon and continued onward, her pace unbroken.

A group of goblins, armed with spears and swords, attempted to stop them, but Xavier used his power to call forth the earth beneath their feet. Spears erupted from the ground, impaling the goblins before they could even react. They pressed on, the bodies of their enemies piling up in their wake. Finally, they reached the door to the throne room, and Xavier used his electrical powers to blast it open.

Inside, the goblins were waiting, weapons drawn, ready to fight. The goblin general sat at the throne, watching them with a calm smile. Xavier and Frieda, however, wasted no time in decimating the goblins with swift strikes of their weapons and deadly magic. When the last goblin fell, the general finally spoke, his voice echoing through the chamber in a language that seemed almost too refined for a monster.

"Ah, humans. It's nice to see you again. I've encountered your kind in other continents before they fell to my hand," the goblin general said, his smile widening.

Frieda smirked. "So it talks. Heh, nothing special."

Xavier's eyes narrowed, but his expression remained calm. "Alright, general. Your army is finished. We've wiped out every monster across this land. My army and my allies have already cleansed everything your forces sought to destroy."

The goblin general chuckled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Hmph. Such confidence, aren't you, human?"

Xavier simply smirked, his gaze unwavering.

"Wrong race," Xavier replied coolly. "I'm Neohuman. A far superior version of mankind. We've separated ourselves from the old, flawed humanity to create something better."

The goblin general's eyes narrowed. "Neohuman? So you're not simply human?"

Xavier nodded. "Rather than being born into a broken human race, we forged our own path."

The general scoffed. "Bah! Whoever you are, it doesn't matter. I'll please my lord by taking your head, just as I did with the king and his subjects."

With that, the goblin general leapt from his throne, ready to engage in battle. Frieda, eager for the fight, stepped forward, but the general stopped her with a raised hand, declaring that he would handle it himself.

Xavier raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Overconfidence? Ha, what a joke. You can try, but you won't kill me with that."

The general sneered, brandishing his enchanted sword. "This blade was bestowed upon me by my lord, to lead the army of monsters across this new continent. I am stronger than you, and you will fear me!"

With a bellow, the general charged forward, his sword aimed at Xavier with blinding speed. But Xavier, ever watchful, reacted in an instant. With lightning reflexes, he seized the general by the neck, halting the sword's deadly arc with his bare hand. The fight had only just begun.

The goblin general gasped in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.

"W-W-What!" he stammered, struggling to comprehend what had just transpired.

Xavier tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Hm? Is that all?"

With a swift motion, Xavier crushed the goblin general's arm, causing a scream to tear from his throat. The weapon slipped from the general's hand, clattering to the ground as he was thrown back against the throne, the impact rattling his body.

Frieda, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! That much power could've killed him."

Xavier's expression remained calm, unfazed. "Don't worry. He'll survive—for now."

Despite his grievous injuries, the goblin general struggled to rise, but Xavier was already there. He grasped the goblin's throat with an iron grip and lifted him effortlessly, choking the life from him.

"You know," Xavier said, his voice dark and cold, "I really don't care for prolonged fights. I just want this over with. So, tell me—who is the Lord you serve?"

The goblin general, his voice a rasping whisper as he fought for air, spat back defiantly, "N-Never! coughing You'll never get answers from me, you c-c-coward!"

Xavier's eyes gleamed a bright, menacing red. He tossed the general to the floor, then, with a snap of his fingers, unleashed a torrent of electricity. The goblin general convulsed, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. His body was fried, but miraculously, he was still alive, too paralyzed to move. Xavier kicked him onto his side, forcing the general to face him.

With a cold, calculating stare, Xavier fixed the goblin general with a terrifying gaze. The goblin shuddered, his heart racing in fear.

"Ack W-What are y-you?" the general managed to gasp, his voice trembling with fear.

"Supreme Leader," Xavier replied simply, his tone chilling. "And if you can't answer me, then I'll be forced to look into your memory."

"Wait, what?" The goblin general's confusion was palpable, but it was too late. Xavier reached into his mind, his power burrowing into the general's memories. He dug deeper, uncovering a hidden truth. He saw a demon lord bestowing the enchanted sword upon the general and giving him command of the monster army meant to annihilate the Demon Queen's descendants. He also saw the brutal execution of a king, the general himself the one to sever the monarch's head.

Xavier withdrew his hand, the cold glint of realization in his eyes. "That's all I needed. Thank you for sharing. Now, goodbye."

The goblin general tried to protest, but his words were cut short by the sharp crack of a bullet. Xavier, without hesitation, raised his Infinite Eradicator pistols and fired repeatedly, ensuring the goblin general was utterly silenced. When the echoes of the gunfire faded, he turned to Frieda.

"So?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "What did you find?"

Xavier's gaze hardened with purpose as he holstered his weapons. "Frieda, once we claim this land as ours, I want Project Sky Fortress up and running as soon as possible. We're going after the Demon Lord."