As the battlefield raged on, Aldred's forces demonstrated a seamless integration of magic, technology, and undead might.
The celestial radiance of Aldred's presence clashed with the dark ambitions of Lord Drakon, creating a battleground where cosmic energies mingled with the desperation for power and control.
Xer Xai, in her colossal form, became the focal point of the battle. Her scales, as hard as the toughest cosmic alloy, withstood the onslaught of Drakon's mechanized mechas. Each sweep of her massive tail sent enemy forces flying, creating a zone of chaos within the battlefield.
She let out a fearsome roar, so loud that many of the enemies' ears bled and some fell unconscious from the noise alone.
"Where did you find that thing?" Shinari asked.
"She's one of the native species in my world."
Shinari blinked a bunch of times. "A creature like that lives in your planet? No wonder you become so strong. You have to adapt to survive in that kind of environment."
Vortimer's robots moved with precision, their metallic bodies expertly navigating the terrain. With each calculated strike, they dismantled the military turrets and vehicles that formed Lord Drakon's defensive line. The Celestial Schemata's stealth technology gave them a decisive advantage, allowing them to disrupt enemy formations with unexpected strikes.
The robots were flickering in and out of reality. Anytime the enemies tried to attack, the robots would phase out and appeared either behind them or at unexpected places.
Zarael's diverse mercenaries, including the enigmatic nagas, showcased their unique abilities. The nagas, with their serpentine grace, maneuvered through the chaos, striking with precision and using their formidable scales to deflect attacks.
The other mercenaries, whether human, orc, dwarf, or from other races, contributed to the melee with a mix of advanced weaponry, magical spells, and sheer brute strength.
Aldred nodded. He was impressed by what he saw. "Your army is quite impressive Zarael."
"Thanks. I specifically build them myself."
"The variety of races in your ranks make your army become unpredictable and hard to counter. And you create a custom-made weapons and tech specifically for each race to support them in battle."
Zarael smiled that Aldred noticed the details. "I always believed that every race has their own advantage. I figure I can use that."
"But. Aren't these races enemies with each other?"
Zarael chuckled. "In the veil, there are no rules. There aren't really a kingdom or authority that ruled this place. Even if there is, they usually don't last long. Every time a massive empire popped up in this place, it will be destroyed whole sooner or later. Those that has lived in the Veil long enough realized that there aren't that different from other races."
Aldred was intrigued. He actually had a plan to stop the hatred between races inn the galaxy, but that was mainly a thought in his head. He wasn't so serious about it.
On the balcony overlooking the courtyard, Lord Drakon observed the chaos unfolding with a mix of fury and disbelief.
His generals, initially confident in their defenses, now faced an adversary whose powers transcended the limitations of conventional warfare.
"We are starting to lose," one of the generals said. "Just who are they? How could they appear so suddenly without warning?"
"Even the radars failed to detect them until they appear in our atmosphere."
"Look at their ships! I've never seen something like those before."
"Wait, a minute! I know that one! That's the Nexus Rings!"
Lord Drakon frowned. "What is that?"
"The Nexus Rings is a famous hub for Veil explorer to stay and rest. It was said to be a place to find peace within the chaos and unpredictable nature of the Veil."
"Peace? Then why the fuck is it attacking me?"
One of the general took a closer look towards the robots with his spectacles. "Those robots. They are not made by humans or the elven races. In fact, those robots are not made, but actually a race on their own. They are called the Automatron!"
"The Automatron! How could they be here? Aren't they sleeping in their tombs?"
"I heard some news that some of them have awakened and desired to take over the galaxy once again. I didn't believe it at first."
As Lord Drakon absorbed this revelation, his fury intensified. He clutched the ornate hilt of a sword at his side, a weapon forged with the darkest of metals and enchanted with the essence of conquered worlds.
"To arms!" he roared, rallying his remaining forces. "We face a challenge that surpasses any we've encountered before. If these interlopers seek a battle, then we shall give them a war!"
The military turrets unleashed devastating energy beams, and the mechanized mechas charged forward with newfound determination. Lord Drakon, his eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and ambition, descended from his balcony to join the fray.
"Oh, even Lord Drakon joins the battle? That's a bit surprising. I expect a man like him only to sit back and watch his subordinates die for nothing." Aldred scoffed.
Lord Octavius Drakon descended from his opulent balcony into the maelstrom of conflict. His eyes glowed with a sinister blend of anger and ambition, and the dark aura surrounding him heightened as he approached the front lines.
As Lord Drakon stepped onto the blood-soaked landscape, his generals followed, their armor gleaming with malevolent intent. The pleasure women, who moments ago had adorned him with indulgent delights, scurried away to safety, leaving the lord surrounded only by the harsh realities of the battleground.
Lord Drakon, wielding his enchanted sword, advanced with calculated steps. The dark energies swirling around him responded to his will.
With each swing, he sent his enemies flying in the air.
"Your audacity knows no bounds, interloper!" Lord Drakon's voice thundered across the landscape. "You dare challenge the might of Lord Octavius Drakon, conqueror of worlds? Prepare to witness the true extent of my power!"
With a sweeping motion, Lord Drakon unleashed a dark wave of energy from his sword. The energy surged forward, cutting through the air with malevolent intent.
Many people roared and screamed in pain as they were killed by his attacks.
Aldred's eyes locked onto Lord Drakon. "Conqueror of worlds, you say? You think too highly of yourself!"
