NOVEL NEXT Chapter 9: ATLAS EMPIRE
Outside of the Citadelle of Combrosa at the camp of the army alliance. Naylo Layli was sitting beside his allied generals, an ashen face on each of them. One of them in particular was hideous, as if it had swallowed a thousand flies, Klaidos the second great general of the Bluejay Kingdom, bragged about bringing his armies home without even a thousand casualities. As the campaign advanced the resistance of the people and repeated attacks of the crown prince and his troops made them bleed hard. He lost 20 000 man in this conquest. For his million man army, it was only a drop in the bucket but for his prideful self, it was an humiliation. Every other forces suffered the same casualities so it was tolerable. Last time, when he saw that even that Vaillant Crown Prince couldn't motivate his troops, he immediately volunteered to lead the charge, so he could gain the merits of breaking the siege.
What happened was outside of their expectations. The previously starving soldiers, transformed into blood sucking vengeful asuras, ready to battle to their deaths.
Earlier when Naylo saw the weird light, he had an ominous prediction, so he pulled his troops out of the attack and let Klaidos take the lead. Turned out his gut feeling was right:
"What happened there?! They obviously were starved corpses 12 hours ago!"
The third allied general from the Bragal Archeduchy was also at his wits end.
It was decided three days, that this was the final charge. Yet everyone of their attack were fended off, not but great military tactics, by an army going beyond its normal toll. Like it were fighting for something.
A bad hunch appeared in all the generals hearts. But even all the armies, skills and greatest experts in the continent wouldn't be able to save the for what was about to befall them.
A portal opened in the Imperial Hall, and the Emperor appeared a beauty in his arms. He sat on the throne in the deserted Imperial Hall, his beautiful Shahrazad patiently standing by his side as a well-behaved kitten.
If future poets, bards and historians were given any specific moment to portray, they would surely choose this one. And they will surely all title it :
'The moment when it all began…'
Silent on his throne, listening to the sound of his people fighting, his two whole lives have passed in front of his eyes. He deeply sighed, emotional for little seconds.
'Let's begin. Shall we?'
"Shahrazad summon all the dignitaries, all the remaining officers and lieutenant. The ministers; the old Emperor, the princesses and the ministers. They would have to wait for me at the city wall.
-Yes, your majesty.
-Also, bring me fitting clothes. I have been naked far too long.
-I thought that since your majesty got this bulky, you wanted to show off.
-NOO! That absolutely wasn't the case! I still have a shred of human decency!"
20 minutes later.
"They are waiting for you, your majesty."
He held her hands:
"For us. Let's go"
She nodded softly, before they started marching.
City Wall. A commotion was taking place as known figures of the Empire gathered one after another a top of the City Wall. Even the attacks of the enemies stopped coming, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Even the ancient Emperor was barely keeping a low profile. The Imperial concubine had a worried look on her face and the second princess still had a complicated look on her face. All the officials looked tired beyond reason but still came out. For it was the reappearance of this Emperor that was supposed to save the Kingdom. What kind of trick did he have up his sleeve to make this people retreat? Or was it all a simple bluff for them to begin with? Yet those who stayed here, trusted their instincts. After a 10 minutes of fidgeting around, the announcer voice was heared:
"THE GREAT EMPEROR, MAREK VEGA HAS ARRIVED"
Every soldiers who heard was attracted, looked at the people arriving and instinctively bowed. Fright and awe written all over their faces. Even the officials who looked down on the crown Prince, bowed with the same reverence.
And there was only one reason: The Emperor himself.
Marek was wearing a traditional wardrobe that resembled the caftans of the Ottomans Sultans. It was a dark green attire that highly-lighted his changed body. Sharazad had chosen wisely.
Indeed, Marek looked like an ancient conqueror who destroyed every land he marched on!
In his head was turban that he put around his forhead like a bandana, spiking up more his already gravity defying hair. It looked savage and unruly, some longs treads descended to his neck, some spiked up a little, and others descended over his bandana almost touching his eyes. His face was plain; neither beautiful nor ugly. But his eyes brimming with anger and vengeance had a somewhat yellow glint. If his previous smile was devilsh with a hint of malice, this one was cruel, prideful, disdaining even malice, like everything was worthless before his might. His tail was following his trails, untattered, adding to his malevolence and savagery! If Vegeta was here he would think: 'Befitting of a Saiyan King'.
He advanced, and every step carried unparalleled might, like the ancient Giants were stepping on this land again. He finally arrived in front of the officers. The first thing he did was to kneel before his mother, putting her hand on his head:
"Mother, your son is back.
-My Lion, have you achieved your purpose?
-Indeed. I know implore your blessing in my path. For a new EMPIRE will be born today.
-My Lion, may your path be thornless."
He stood up as he finally looked at his retainers.
"EVERYONE STAND UP!"
A loud voice as everyone looked up in the same time. They engrained this moment in their heart. The moment they saw the Emperor, the officiers knew their hunch was right!
The next moment he flew in the air like a phoenix in the sky. Levitating over all the population, like a living deity. The enemy generals had nearly fainted:
"An expert!"
Naylo Layli grunted:
"So what if he is an expert! Even expert is useless in front of millions of troops"
"My people, today is a day of celebration. For today is the birth of a new empire. this new empire name will be ATLAS empire"
Everyone has confused faces as they didn't know what to think.
"The previous Combrosia was dying old hegemon relying on its former glory. A joke of an empire that got defeated again and again until it got reduced to the point of extinction! This empire that couldn't protect your loved ones, your lands and your livelihoods! An empire I want nothing to do with!"
"LET ME PRESENT YOU HOW MY NEW ATLAS EMPIRE WORKS!"
As he flew up higher, he took the iconic Broly pose as Ki Balls started appearing all over the sky. Until it blinded even the sun itself. In the middle of them, Marek in the Broly pose looked sometimes like a merciful angel, sometimes like a Malevolent God. His faced distorted in anger as he looked as his enemies. Everyone has their breath cut off, as if they were witnessing the end of the word:
"FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO THREATEN OUR EMPIRE!"
Marek lightly moved his left hand, and a part of the Ki blasts shot down on the armies of the left wing.
"WE KILL!"
Earth shattering explosions were heard as screams and wails of horror filled the entire battlefield. Mere seconds later, the explosions ceased and dust dispated, leaving only a gigantic crater, like the moon itself landed on earth!
Looking at the horrible sight the generals screamed:
"A GOD! HE IS A GOD! All units flee! Flee for your life"
"FOR THOSE WHO DARE ENSLAVE OUR PEOPLE, WHAT DO WE DO?!"
The soldiers who at the sight had their blood boiling, cried with all their strength:
"""WE KILL!!!"""
Responding to their cries KI blasts ascended on the right wing, causing the same earthshaking disaster.
The Mad laughter of the Emperor could be heard in all the existence as massacre was unleashed on their puny lives!
His Saiyan blood was riled up by all this killing!
"FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO KILL OUR PEOPLE, WHAT DO WE DO?!!
"WE KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!!"
The soldiers kept chanting evilly like demons from hell. As all the leftover Ki blast descended on creation, ringing the bells on one of the cruelest massacres in the history of the Astaroth Continent.
Mere seconds after, all the army was whipped out:
"MY PEOPLE, THIS HOW MY ATLAS EMPIRE WORKS. WE ARE THE ONLY ONES TO KILL, INVADE AND DESTROY!! NOBODY SHALL FORGET THAT FROM NOW TO THE ENDS OF ETERNITY!"
"ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR! ALL HAIL THE ATLAS EMPIRE"