Chapter 861: World's Strongest Army

Boom—...

Everyone in Flaniss Floating City looked up and found the source of the thunderous sound.

In the high sky to the west, a cluster of black specks appeared, moving so fast they were almost as swift as sound; a second ago they were far on the horizon, and the next instant they rushed toward the floating city.

When they were still two or three li away from the floating city, they slowed down.

Finally, the people could see clearly.

They were a group of blue‑armored Supernatural Warriors, each over two and a half meters tall like small giants; their sun‑reflecting armor looked immensely heavy, covered with a layer of transparent magical shield, and a stream of blazing blue fire jetting from their backs propelled the massive armor at high speed, producing a deafening roar.

Extreme Corps!

Wei Lien let out a startled scream.

When he was at Jin Gang Fort consulting Ouroin Master on swordsmanship, he often interacted with Extreme Warriors, so he was familiar with them.

However, these Extreme Warriors gave him a feeling completely different from before.

Although still clad in blue armor and looking similar, the ferocious aura emanating from the Extreme Warriors made even him, now a Saint Rank strongman, feel uneasy.

The most terrifying thing wasn't a single Extreme Warrior's strength, but an entire contingent—sixty of them!

Duke GreyEagle promptly opened a passage in the floating city's shield, letting the Extreme Warriors fly in; within two or three breaths they reached the plaza sky, their armor flashing with electric light, sudden bursts of thunder crackling like a lightning storm.

Boom!

In the next instant, sixty Extreme Warriors appeared on the plaza.

A suffocating wave of ferocious aura spread out, covering everything like a tangible force; the surrounding Supernatural Corps were frightened into retreat, clearing a large area of the plaza.

The momentum of sixty men overwhelmed eighty thousand!

Everyone stared at the Extreme Warriors standing in five rows, like five towering metal walls, their faces filled with utter shock.

This…

The goddess above!

"They're all legends!" people exclaimed in amazement: "I actually saw the legendary army composed entirely of legendary Supernatural beings…"

Some keen‑eyed observers nearby, who themselves were Legendary Supernatural beings, saw more than others; their minds went blank, they murmured absent‑mindedly: "These people are far stronger than ordinary legends; even Legendary High‑rank can't compare."

A terrifying thought formed in their minds: Could all these Extreme Warriors be Saint Rank strongmen?

No, that's absolutely impossible!

How could a Supernatural Corps composed of Saint Rank strongmen exist in the world? Not even the Heavens, the Abyss, or the realms of deities could allow it!

Everyone strained to observe the Extreme Warriors, hoping to discern any clue.

Each Extreme Warrior resembled a mobile metal fortress, with golden insignia—crossed war hammer and crescent moon—etched on the chest, shoulder plates, and knees, known to all as the Augustus family crest. Their armor was gilt‑edged, inscribed with mysterious runes, and each bore a massive metal backpack that supplied all heat and power.

They wielded huge soul‑guns, the barrels also covered in dense runes.

Just by the thumb‑sized bore, coursing with massive energy, one could guess how terrifying the soul‑guns' power was—truly epic‑level weapons!

The Extreme Warriors wore sealed helmets and made not a sound.

Yet these silent warriors made everyone on the plaza nervous; even the Iron Knight Order, famed for fearlessness, felt dry‑mouthed and a hint of dread under the terrifying pressure.

No one wanted to encounter such an enemy!

The vast plaza echoed only with the roar of the Titan Engine, the atmosphere oppressive and unsettling.

On the platform, Tim*Kenan stared at the Extreme Warriors below, his gaze unblinking for a long time, his expression very solemn.

Duke Silver Star and Storm Queen's eyes were shining.

They knew Lei En's Extreme Corps was strong, but they hadn't expected it to be this strong!

With a Holy Soul Wizard's sight, one can naturally see that the Extreme Warriors' great power comes partly from themselves and largely from their armor.

The Golem Corps' alchemists are the most discerning.

They were almost going mad!

Alchemical Sage Chaenni suddenly turned and said to Lei En: "Chairman Lei En, I am willing to give everything I can offer in exchange for the method to forge this armor!"

Chaenni's eyes were filled with zeal, casting any Consul campaign thoughts aside.

Lei En shook his head calmly.

"Ah!"

Storm Queen let out a sudden scream, "Lei En, name a price! No matter how many sets of this armor, I'll buy them all!"

"Sorry, Your Majesty," Lei En replied without hesitation, "Power armor is not for sale; no price will make it sellable."

Duke Silver Star exclaimed, "So it's called Power Armor!"

She was self‑aware; since Lei En said it wouldn't be sold, it certainly wouldn't be, and even if it were, the price would be astronomical—beyond her means.

Duke GreyEagle sincerely praised, "The Extreme Corps is invincible."

His gaze swept over the members of the Eight Leaves, especially Bige Bai and Tan Sen, who had just sparred with Lei En; now their faces were flushed, recalling his earlier words, wishing they could crawl into a hole.

"Lei En, you truly didn't exaggerate," Tim*Kenan continued, "Now that Power Armor appears, the Empire has no Supernatural Corps that can match the Extreme Corps; indeed across the entire Prime Material Plane, the Extreme Corps is the strongest army."

World's Strongest Army!

When Duke GreyEagle said that, everyone was shocked.

Given Tim*Kenan's status, his appraisal today will spread throughout the Empire, gaining countless approvals or doubts; the title "World's Strongest Army" remains to be verified.

Several commanders of Supernatural Corps present, upon hearing Tim*Kenan's words, were not convinced.

"Even at their strongest, they're only sixty people."

The voice belonged to Governor Herts of Suranye, who commands a barbarian corps of fifteen hundred; having heard that Extreme Warriors also hail from the Makurag of the Saen Plateau, he asked, as fellow barbarians, why should his own corps be considered inferior?

Lei En ignored him.

Wei Lien suddenly recalled something, "Lei En, didn't you say you brought a hundred people? Where are the remaining ones?"

As soon as the words fell, a group of golden‑armored Supernatural Warriors emerged from a portal, each with a war hammer hanging uniformly at their waists.

Exactly forty.

They flashed to the side of the Extreme Warrior, forming a complete hundred‑man army. Compared with the 2.5‑meter‑tall Extreme Warrior, the roughly 1.8‑meter‑tall Thundercast Celestial Soldier seemed a bit short, yet their thunder‑and‑lightning aura was no weaker at all.

"Another group of legends!"

"They can cast spells; could they all be legendary Wizards?"

The people in the square were almost numb.

However, with the Extreme Warrior's dramatic entrance first, the impact brought by the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers was not as strong, and everyone calmed down quickly.

All three Holy Soul Wizards had been to Gotham City to attend the unveiling ceremony of the God of Magic statue; having seen Thundercast Celestial Soldiers before, they were not surprised.

"Title: Duke, my men are assembled," Lei En reported.

Tim*Kenan nodded.

Lei En truly brought only a hundred people, but all one hundred were legends; their combat power could match a supernal legion of ten thousand, even surpass it, which proved that Lei En was no longer avoiding battle.

Soon, no army emerged from the portal.

Tim*Kenan waved his hand and closed the portal.

His body rose gently, visible to everyone in the square, and a stern voice reached each ear: "Everyone, today we gather here with a single purpose—revenge for Consul Ge Nie Wu Si."

"The followers of Luo Xi assassinated the Consul, and did so with such cruelty; this is a grave provocation against the Empire, the Supreme Council, and the Great Goddess."

"Blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

"Only the enemy's blood can cleanse this disgrace; whoever stands before us to block our revenge, we will crush them!"

The resonant voice rang through the heavens.

The morale of the eighty‑thousand troops in the square was stirred, and they shouted in unison again and again: "Blood debt, blood repayment, crush them!"

The shouts continued for several minutes.

Tim*Kenan pressed his hand, silenced the crowd, and shouted: "Now let us all pray to the goddess, asking Her to protect us and bring us back victorious."

Tens of thousands half‑kneeling, hands clasped in a gesture, silently prayed to the God of Magic.

VijesCui had been keeping an eye on Flaniss.

The prayer was answered at once; a grand aura descended from the high heavens, showering over everyone in the Fu Kong Cheng, instantly bringing peace and serenity, and a faint voice full of supreme wisdom was heard: "Bless you, my followers, go to battle, and may you return victorious!"

Tim*Kenan shouted loudly: "Eradicate the evil god's followers; we have no choice but duty!"

"Eradicate the evil god's followers; we have no choice but duty!"

Everyone's blood boiled, and they shouted together; receiving the goddess's blessing meant the legitimacy of this revenge, and the people had no further worries.

The God of Magic's aura quickly faded.

"Prepare for battle!"

At Tim*Kenan's command, the leaders on the high platform returned to their legions and began to imbue various spells.

Combat in Ai Lun E Si's world cannot be separated from magic.

Each supernal legion has its own amplification methods; in the square, bursts of multicolored light flared everywhere—spell scrolls, magical elixirs, Divine Technique auras, battle cries, weapon enchantments, and so on—so dense that the magical flux was visible to the naked eye.

Tim*Kenan began to harness the energy of the Iola Core.

Dozens of "Group Giant Strength", "Group Mind Shield", "Group Acceleration", "Group Stone Skin", and "Group Elemental Damage Protection" spells descended, covering the eighty‑thousand troops in the square and boosting overall combat power dramatically.

The spell enhancements took ten minutes to complete.

"Begin the leap!"

When the spell enhancement was halfway done, Tim*Kenan triggered the Fu Kong Cheng leap. The Flaniss Floating City leap requires five minutes; the vast magical flux could be sensed tens of miles away, and millions of Nuosiruier residents looked up. When the spell enhancement finished, the leap activation completed precisely.

The massive Fu Kong Cheng shuddered violently and vanished from above Nuosiruier.

The recent content has been too dragging; I'd like to take the chance to introduce the Empire's legions and forces—I didn't consider it well… sorry!

(End of chapter)