"I love you, and I hope you can find someone else." She then breathed her last. Her gentle and loving eyes turned lifeless in an instant. The beautiful lady turned into a lifeless corpse.
"Okay, you're going to rest now? Okay, sleep. I'll be here, I'll just wake you up later, okay?" Denos' voice was filled with doting, as if Bai Xia was just sleeping. But others knew that she might never wake up again.
"Denos–" Asileius wanted to comfort Denos but, "Shh! Bai Xia is sleeping. We should keep quiet." Denos whispered. They entered the hall while Yi Tiancai followed suit and they stayed there for who knows how long.
Asileius then went to the bleeding Nuwa. He examined her and shook his head solemnly, "Dead."
"What will be the Lord's reaction when he discovers that two of the most important persons in his care have died?" Asileius thought and looked at the meditating Matthias. "The battle lasted for three months already. The soldiers are definitely exhausted."
Asileius looked at their army that was panting and just lied down.
Suddenly, from afar, seven fleets that's the same size as the previous enemy came into view. They raised their red and black banners, featuring a triangle-like helm in the middle of the cloth.
The remaining forces of the first fleet also returned with them, showing that they were guiding the large fleet towards the Galaxy.
Asileius narrowed his eyes and went solemn, "Prepare for another battle!"
Compared to before, the armies of the Divine Kingdom and Endless Hell have dwindled to half. As they did not die in their space, they wouldn't be able to resurrect anymore and their souls would return to the cycle of reincarnation.
The Seraphims and Princes looked at the enemies solemnly. The two Sentinels took their stance.
Suddenly, from behind them, 10 space tunnels opened abruptly and welcomed 10 new huge fleets, but different from the advancing enemies, their ships were made of crystals that were colored white and light blue.
In front were 240 powerful beings leading the fleet. In front of those 240 beings, a light blue being with a huge head and galactic eyes wearing an indescribable clothing that looked kind of like a suit in Galactic Heroes with a white primary color and gold rim.
"Aid our allies!" The being at the front waved his hand and ordered in their own language.
The ships advanced and covered the tired defending army. The being descended and when he saw Asileius, he was visibly shocked. "Greetings, Elder Xandum." He joined his palms together and bowed.
"Hmm? Do you know me?" Asileius looked at the being curiously. Elder Xandum was the alias that the cosmos knew him of.
"Of course, Elder. I saw you when you met my Master Casiomodeo." The being nodded.
"Oh, you're a disciple of that brat? Then that means you're under the Masioxus Faction?" Asileius nodded in understanding.
"I have already graduated under Master's care. I established my own faction far from the Masioxus Faction to start off alone and ally with the Master's Faction and its branches."
Asileius nodded. He saw that the Seraphims and Princes were wary of the newly arrived army behind them and went near Matthias. "They are allies!" Asileius calmed them down.
They nodded and returned their sight at the arriving enemy fleet.
When the enemy fleet arrived, thousands of big weapons aimed at the defenders. In response, the defenders also aimed their weapons at the enemy.
The tension in the surroundings was incredibly suffocating. "Order the retreat of your armies, Skeirom. You have no business here. I say you pull back your fleet and leave this matter to me." The red-scaled lizard man enemy leader wearing a red trench coat shouted coldly.
"No, Kashimir. This galaxy's Master is connected with my Master's Faction. This galaxy is under the protection of my Galactic Sky Faction. I say you retire unharmed to Maelsera, or all your territories will immediately be besieged, I swear it. Withdraw or we will all die here." Skeirom, the blue colored being, replied with indifference.
Kashimir snorted and laughed arrogantly, "For the great Saikeha!"
After that shout, waves and waves of weapons were shot towards the defending forces.
Skeirom glared at Kashimir and ordered a counterattack. Waves of space jets flew and fired at the enemy ships rapidly.
The allied forces resisted and pushed back the enemy lines. As they are numerous and their cooperation and defenses are fantastic, the allied forces could hold on against the powerful offensive army of Kashimir.
Kashimir waved his hand and another wave of enemies advanced and assaulted the front line.
Skeirom raised his hand and chanted an unknown language. His hand glowed and covered the allies, enhancing their defenses.
Kashimir, who wasn't as timid as the first army commander, snorted and knew what he needed to do to lessen the pressure on his army.
"Aim at that obstacle on the throne!" Kashimir yelled.
Beams of powerful lasers shot towards Matthias. The attack made everyone of the defending force turn cold.
Skeirom grimaced and turned his face towards the throne and prepared to enhance the defenses of Matthias and the throne when..
Suddenly..
Beside the throne, the space distorted and suddenly, four fully armed people emerged.
On his front was a man holding a long spear. Donned in a grey armor and a blood red cape with the symbol of a distorted hollow sun, with a soldier body, a 40-year old chiseled face with a brown Klingon beard with a Hookey cut, paired with his sharp brown eyes, he looked and felt extremely powerful.
On his back was a huge and bulky man donned in the same kind of armor as the first one. He was holding a huge grey and red heater shield with a symbol of a distorted hollow sun and a huge war hammer. He looked extremely like Escanor.
On his left was a hooded mage. His long robe floated as if there's wind. Different from the color palette of the previous two's armor, the mage's robe is colored white with a golden rim. He was wielding a long wooden staff while his eyes glowed with rune circles.
On his right was a dignified man with long blond hair and a handsome face. He was wearing a tunic underneath a medieval frock coat with a one shoulder cape draping down to his left thigh with the color palette same with the mage. His weapon was a 45-inches rapier with a golden loop guard. Different from the others, his aura wasn't that terrifying and instead, it felt extremely noble and filled with dignity.
The gods surrounding the throne were startled by the appearance of the four people, "Matthias!" Jeremy yelled as he planned to rush towards him but was stopped by Asileius, "They're allies."
The four posed in their stances and erected a shield, enveloping Matthias. The lasers hit the barrier, but it was as if nothing happened. The barrier didn't even flicker.
The four people looked at the enemies coldly, "Eliminate the offenders." The dignified man ordered coldly.
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