Blood Elf Monarch

Looking at the rows of Arcadian fighters heading toward his location certainly made Tristan happy. Inwardly, he was nodding his head in satisfaction as he was pleased by how quickly the Arcadian troops were mobilized.

On the other hand, the current development of the situation was certainly bad news for the space knights!

"Captain Jenkins, you are the fastest among us." As he brandished his weapon, the marshal said. "You should be the one who goes and finds the Major while we hold them all here."

What the marshal told him was certainly an option. As a wind element fighter, Jenkins definitely had the advantage above the others in speed departement. The man would definitely have a much better chance of escaping than the others, even if Tristan tried to stop him.

However, the man seemed to be hesitating. He subconsciously clenched his fists as his gaze turned to his men, who were suffering from varying degrees of injury. Eventually, he turned to the marshal and said, "No. I will not go."

"Captain!"

"I said, no!" Captain Jenkins said firmly. "We will make our stand here, together."

Knowing that the decision was final, the marshal took a deep breath and nodded at Jenkins, determination was apparent in his eyes. He turned around and quickly summoned the space knights who were still able to move before giving a sequence of commands in succession.

Relaying the orders to their comrades, the space knights started to prepare themselves. They took out their biggest guns as well as some mechanical parts that needed to be assembled.

In a matter of seconds, Tristan could quickly see an incomplete form of something familiar to him. It actually looked like the war turret he had seen back on Earth, but much bigger. The space knights were seen working together and constructing three of such an instrument.

Of course, Tristan would not just watch and let them prepare the unknown weaponry. It would spell disaster if they managed to survive the Arcadian troops due to his nonchalant attitude.

He quickly used [Blood Synthesis] and created another blood-synthesized sword. With a weapon in hand, Tristan lowered his center of gravity as he placed his right foot at the front and bent his two legs; posture for dashing. He was ready to start another massacre.

"Hold up!" shouted Captain Jenkins as he swiftly rushed in between him and the turret under construction. Gasping for breath, the man said, "If you really are the king of the kingdom, we should talk!"

"Huh!? Do you think I\'m stupid?! You just want to stall for time!" Tristan replied in a mocking tone. "We will talk after I destroy those things!"

Scorching flames quickly appeared in Tristan\'s hands before coalescing into a ball that was twice as big as a basketball. Immediately after, Tristan threw it at one of the unfinished turrets. The fireball flew through the air, rapidly closing in on its target.

Seeing that, Captain Jenkins immediately used his wind magic to enhance himself as he chased after the fireball and blocked it using his mysterious sword.

BOOM!! Loud sound resounded in the air as the fireball exploded and pushed Jenkins back a step. Too bad, the fireball was merely a diversion as Tristan rushed toward the other unfinished turret.

"Stop him!!" shouted Captain Jenkins, knowing he would not reach in time.

Meanwhile, Tristan inwardly smiled thinking that he managed to easily destroy one of the turrets. Unfortunately for him, his smile was wiped off when a figure leapt in his path at a speed even faster than what Captain Jenkins earlier displayed.

The figure was the marshal. Tristan could see the jetpack the man\'s black power armor had was burning ferociously, draining its energy in reckless abandon as he tried to push and bring him down. The man tried to do the same thing again!

BAAMMM!!

Loud heavy sound was heard as Tristan\'s body was slammed by the marshal\'s hands with all his build-up rage. As if that wasn\'t enough, the latter held tightly on his target and continued to push as if his very life was on the line.

When Tristan was trying to regain his balance and fight back the marshal\'s push, he suddenly saw a large hammer being swung at his face. The hammer was so fast that it produced sound as it moved through the air.

SWWISSSHH!!

Reflexively, he bent his back and dodged the first blow while parrying the second downward strike with his blood-synthesized sword. The moment the two weapons clashed, the sword was instantly shattered apart. Tristan, however, took advantage of the residual momentum to take a few steps back.

"Huh!! Slimy bastard!!" the marshal mocked. "Fight me bravely, not like a worm!"

Realizing that he had no time to get close, let alone destroy the turrets that were almost ready, Tristan raised both his hands and casted [Fire Wall].

In an instant, several walls of raging fire appeared where the three turrets were, which immediately alarmed the nearby space knights. The space knights, evidently, were fast enough to evade the raging pillars of fire. However, the same couldn\'t be said for the turrets.

Unfortunately for Tristan, his plan to destroy the turrets was thwarted by Captain Jenkins again. Before the fire could spread and do its intended purpose, Jenkins casted his own wind spell.

Several strong gusts of wind crashed to the blazing flames, extinguishing them in the blink of an eye. Tristan was dumbfounded as he watched his [Fire Wall] go poof in an instant. Then, his face turned grim as he looked at the turrets which were basically undamaged.

His eyes shifted to the perpetrator. \'A strong wizard indeed, this one.\'

In the meantime, the marshal seemed to be raring for another fight with Tristan as his body blatantly conveyed his intention to clash with him again. Alas, his idea was put into stop by Captain Jenkins as he shouted at him, "Stop!! Get back here!!"

Tristan could tell that the two of them had similar strength. The marshal, however, immediately stopped his actions when he heard the order. Apparently, strength was not everything for these space knights; they respected orders.

The reason Captain Jenkins ordered the marshal back was obvious.

The three Arcadia Wizards had arrived; Tobias the Great Wizard, Commander Cecilia of the Kingsblade, and one of the magic academy\'s seniors, a middle-aged man named Faros. The three descended from the sky like rockets and landed right beside Tristan.

"You came pretty fast, old man." Tristan said without turning his head.

Tobias was anxious about the threat standing in front of him that he forgot the white-haired elf next to him was his new king.

"Ah? Ah, yes, Your Majesty. We came here as soon as possible." He answered. "I see that you have successfully crashed the ship."

"That\'s amazing, Your Majesty. The people of Arcadia are indebted to you." added Commander Cecilia.

A few moments later, the sky above the crash site was quickly crowded by three dozen Arcadian wizards and Kingsblade\'s members riding the huge eagles. The shadow they casted together upon the ground managed to deter the space knights, as the latter slowly but surely converged on each other.

Tobias quickly assessed the overall situation and said to Tristan. "My king, what is your order?"

The other wizard who came together with Tobias and Cecilia seemed to be consumed by anger as he said, "Your Majesty, these people killed Wizard Laurel and Commander Vain! We must avenge them!!"

Tristan didn\'t take immediate action. He, on the other hand, raised his hand and told them to be on guard. The reason for that was because at the same time the Arcadian warriors arrived, the three turrets appeared to be completely constructed and ready to be activated.

Tristan, as well as the others, inspected the turrets carefully because they knew better than to underestimate the unknown instrument that these people were using. It was a standing turret-like instrument that was apparently manned by the space troopers.

Right now, two turrets were aimed at them while the last one was pointed elsewhere.

Tristan was waiting to see what the other party wanted to do when the turret that wasn\'t aiming at them suddenly lit up. An ear-piercing, high-pitched sound rang out before it fired a bright beam of light at a boulder a few dozen miles away from their location, exploding it into smithereens.

The abrupt shot instantly alarmed everyone on Tristan\'s side. Many that have gathered were high-level wizards, so they knew how strong that beam of light was. Reciprocating the aggressive attitude, Faros readied his lightning spell and was about to retaliate when Tristan once again stopped him.

Ignoring the commotion that his group had caused, Captain Jenkins walked forward.

"That\'s just a demonstration. The next one, however, will land right at you!" He said. "I want to negotiate!"

Upon hearing that, Tristan became annoyed. He really wanted to just battle it out, not that rubbish of negotiation. Therefore, he harshly replied.

"No more talking! You already have your chances!" Tristan glared at Jenkins as he created another blood-synthesized sword. "All of you either surrender or be buried here!"