NOVPUB"What just happened?!" Prince Zepharion couldn't believe what he had just seen.
A Rank 9 Sovereign was killed with just a single sword strike.
Heaven's Blade. A slash that seemed to slash the sky.
It was the Divine Martial Technique Thirteen had created for the Leventis Family. And up to this day, only five people have cultivated this Martial Skill.
His father, Gerald.
His Uncle, Michael.
His Grandma, Lady Callista.
His Grandfather, Arthur.
And last but not least, Hans, the butler who was Zion's first supporter in this world.
The Monarchs and other Thrones only had Gold-Grade Martial Skills at most, while these five from the Leventis Family had a Divine-Ranked Skill. If it were disclosed to the public, the entire world would certainly go wild.
Thanks to this skill, Arthur was infinitely more powerful than the Monarchs of Pangea.
And it wasn't all because of the skill being Divine-Ranked. No. Arthur was a talented warrior, and he'd still be powerful even if he didn't put much effort into mastering it. Yet, he painstakingly practiced repeatedly, finally achieving mastery over Heaven's Blade.
On top of Heaven's Blade, Arthur had also become a Monarch.
There were very strict restrictions to rank up, but he managed to clear them all.
Fighting against the Artemians in the Arcadia Archipelago was enough for Laplace Demon and the One to approve of Arthur's rank-up.
But Thirteen asked them to keep this a secret and planted rune magic on his grandfather, sealing his true Rank from the world.
This was also the reason why Arthur was very eager to elevate the Rank of his Family to become a Monarch Clan.
However, Thirteen once again got in his way and told his grandfather to endure for a few years, citing the time wasn't right.
He added that even if Arthur was recognized as a Monarch, the other Monarchs would work together to eliminate him and the entire Leventis Family.
What Thirteen needed was time.
Time for him to grow up and finish preparing his trump cards.
In the end, Arthur relented and acted like everything was the same as always.
Now that he had "briefly" shown his allies his true strength, they knew then and there that jumping off Thirteen's pirate ship was no longer an option.
In fact, they would cling to his legs and beg him to let them stay as his allies.
Having a Monarch, especially an extremely powerful Monarch, as a backer would allow them to move unhindered in the world.
The Monarchs had long treated Arthur as a threat, but they still didn't know the extent of his true powers.
"Someone tell me what just happened!" Prince Zepharion demanded. "How did my servant die so easily?!"
The Rank 9 Sovereign that died was one of his subordinates.
If only a Rank 8 Monster died, he might've borne the loss easier. Although it was a strong subordinate, he had more than five of them under his command.
But a Rank 9 Sovereign was the peak fighting strength of each faction, and he only had two of them.
With one dead, the morale of his people dropped drastically to the point of being paralyzed due to fear and disbelief.
"Why are you so surprised?"
Thirteen's voice reached the Prince's ears, making the latter gaze hatefully at the peak of one of the mountains.
There, he saw a teenage boy holding a megaphone in his hand, deliberately amplified to send his voice up to five miles in a straight line.
"You have already seen me in the Conqueror's Summit, but let me introduce myself again," Thirteen said in a voice filled with disdain. "My name is Zion Leventis, and allow me to welcome you to my world."
Thirteen then smirked before glancing at the battlefield where Khan was fighting against the Orc Disaster.
He was fighting against a Peak Rank 9 Sovereign, so he was at a great disadvantage. Khan was only a Rank 8 Sovereign, but he could momentarily raise his strength to that of a Rank 9.
However, he had been inside the Temple of Courage for decades, and when Thirteen took him to the Domain of the Apocalypse, the teenage boy asked Camazotz to train him.
So, while Khan was at a disadvantage, he wasn't in any danger of dying.
High above the two behemoths were five monsters.
However, if one took a closer look, one would notice that these monsters were made up of metal.
A red Manticore.
A black Gargoyle.
A green Griffin.
A pink Phoenix.
And a yellow Thunderbird.
These five creatures were busy tearing the aerial squadrons of the Garuda Empire, forcing them to retreat to a safe distance.
Clark paid close attention to the battle taking place on the ground, so when he saw that Khan was sent flying by a punch from the Orc Disaster, he finally rallied his teammates to assist their comrade.
The five monsters flew in a V-formation, and circled the battlefield.
"Ready to form, Hyperion!" Clark declared as he placed his emblem at the center of his control panel.
""Yes!""
Joshua, Vincent, Char, and Sherry also placed their emblems in the slot provided for them.
A moment later, the five beasts created an electromagnetic field that bound them to each other.
"Form feet and legs!" Char and Sherry stated.
"Form arms and body!" Joshua and Vincent shouted.
"And I'll form the Head!" Clark pressed the emblem to finish the combining process of their secret weapon.
""GANDAM HYPERION!""
Clark, who was controlling the powerful robot, couldn't help but suffer from second-hand embarrassment. If it were an option, he'd rather not say anything, but Zion had strongly insisted that they say those lines during their combining process.
He wasn't alone, but no one said anything because doing so would only make them more embarrassed!
"Spinning Hyper Blades!" Clark roared, and the robot unleashed two giant blades that it hurled towards the Orc Disaster.
The monster tried to parry the first spinning blade and managed to deflect it, but the second one pushed it back for several meters before it came to a complete stop.
Hyperion then dived down from the sky to punch the Orc Disaster, which sent it flying.
The giant robot, Hyperion, had the strength of a peak Rank 9 Sovereign.
But the funny thing was that Hyperion was the finished product of Thirteen's Boltron Project.
He had created a prototype back at the Aldebaran Continent, and it was none other than his five attack helicopters, which could also merge together to form GANDAM HELL.
"Finish him!" Thirteen ordered.
Clark had long wished to see just how strong Hyperion was, so the moment the order was given, he took out one of the giant robot's trump cards.
"Hyperion Sword!"
The giant robot then held a golden glowing sword in its hands.
"Tear through destiny!" Clark roared as he made the giant robot charge at the Orc Disaster.
"Celestial Breaker!"
For a brief moment, Hyperion broke through the sound barrier and slashed the Orc Disaster's head off its body.
The pitiful monster died not knowing how it died.
Even its expression as its head fell on the ground was one of disbelief.
A moment later, the Orc Disaster's body exploded, leaving only its Beast Core behind.
When Prince Zepharion saw that the last one of the Rank 9 Sovereigns in his army died so easily, he no longer hesitated and ordered a full retreat.
As he stood at the peak with his arms crossed over his chest, Thirteen watched the Jinn Army retreat like a tide.
But how could he possibly let it end this way?
Raising his megaphone, he shouted at the fleeing Prince, making Prince Zepharion grit his teeth in frustration.
"All hail, Prince Zepharion!" Thirteen shouted. "The first royal loser to set a world record in strategic fleeing!"
Pica and Pico, who were holding mini megaphones, joined Thirteen's taunting of their enemy.
"You sure talk a lot about conquest for someone sprinting like it's cardio day!" Pica stated. "Must be exhausting carrying all that ego while running full speed away." 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
"Next time, maybe try sending someone who doesn't melt under pressure!" Pico shouted. "Not all heroes wear crowns. Some just run like one!"
"""Hahahaha!"""
The three laughed in disdain at the fleeing prince, making Prince Zepharion wish that he could strangle Zion and his two dumb birds, who were making his subordinates look at him as if he were a failure in life.
