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Silence descended upon the whole battlefield. Then, I smirked and said…

"All troops, charge!" [1]

At my orders, the gray giants dashed forward in unison. The Gigas and fighter jets deployed from Rising Storm immediately launched a counterattack, but it was to no avail.

Kwakkkkk! Boom! Boom!

They were all subdued. The fighter jets either had their wings cut off or their engines ceased to function, and the Gigas got their limbs mutilated; all they could do was float in space. It also didn't take a long time. Everything was over by the time the swords collided and the artillery fires were fired.

The gray giants weren't just clones. Each of the 1,000 Beast-rank Gigas had the combat power of a Beast-rank Gigas under my piloting, and the same applied for the 10 Human-rank Gigas too. In other words, there were 10 Napoleons piloted by me and 1,000 Thunder Dragons piloted by me on the battlefield.

The enemies had a numerical disadvantage. The soul power of each Gigas overwhelmed them as well, so the enemy didn't have a glimmer of hope in winning at all.

Skriekkk-!

The Gigas and fighter jets were subdued in a matter of minutes and immediately after that, I stormed into Rising Storm after giving a separate order. The huge battleship, Rising Storm, naturally had a sturdy barrier, but I tore...