Chapter 2115: voice

At that very moment, there stood a handsome young man with brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders, fair and unblemished skin, and a clean-shaven face, his features calm and composed as he stared forward with a steady gaze that betrayed neither panic nor hesitation, his golden armor gleaming faintly even under the dimmed sky where the sun had long been obscured by ash and smoke, and in his hand rested a massive bow drawn with quiet precision, as though he were preparing to bring down a legendary beast that dared approach his domain.

Except for one thing.

They were broken.

A deep sadness lingered within them, a quiet heaviness that could not be hidden, his pupils reflecting the dangerous and chaotic scene unfolding before him, as though he had already seen too much, endured too much, and understood too clearly what was about to happen.

Dozens of World Cataclysm existences clashed in violent bursts of power, while thousands of elite squads from both sides collided again and again, their movements tearing apart the battlefield with relentless intensity, the ground trembling under the weight of their clashes, the sky flashing with streaks of destructive energy.

Such scenes were expected on a planet like this.

Was the direction of the battle.

Reinforcements had arrived for them without warning, a large force that suddenly entered the battlefield and immediately shifted the balance, and since that moment they had been advancing without pause, pressing forward with a ferocity that refused to slow, refused to retreat, refused even the slightest hesitation.

And if they did—

Behind him lay the medical zone.

A place filled with groans, urgency, and fragile hope.

There were also stations for Royal Soul Masters, individuals responsible for implanting soul borrowings into important figures to keep them alive and combat-ready.

Warehouses filled with food, supplies, and necessities.

Everything required to keep the war machine running.

This was not a command center.

No strategic headquarters.

In the grand scheme of the war, this location was not critical.

But it would not decide the final outcome of the war.

The area was surrounded by layers upon layers of defensive arrays, all operating automatically against any intruding enemy.

Without them, this zone would have fallen more than fifteen minutes ago.

Time-delay arrays that interfered with movement.

Execution arrays designed purely to kill.

So why?

What could they possibly gain?

Was it merely symbolic?

"…"

"How pathetic can you possibly be…?"

Today, he stood as the commander of this entire region.

And yet—

That this logistical zone would fall under his watch?

He had never hidden it.

How could a servant of Lord Human allow the empire to be humiliated while he still lived and breathed?

Pitsu raised his bow, pulling the string back as a massive arrow of energy rapidly condensed between his fingers, layers of power compressing into a single point that radiated destructive force, before he released it in one smooth motion—

The arrow tore through the air at incredible speed.

Zzzzn

Instead, it released a burst of lethal sonic waves that spread outward in all directions, covering dozens of meters and striking everything within its range without discrimination.

His voice carried ridicule.

His expression twisted with disdain.

"Silence!!"

Even if his opponent was a mid-level Nexus State…

Or even delay him—

Even if it cost him everything.

The army of His Majesty’s empire would not retreat because of him.

And he had already used the interstellar communication ring to summon the nearest Note-4 fleet from the depths of space, sending out an urgent signal the moment he realized the situation was beginning to slip beyond control…

But those were the Marshal’s orders—

"A long-range weapon user stepping into close combat personally? Haha… that’s what they call suicide!" his opponent advanced with a cruel grin, raising both hands high beforeswooshbringing them down in a vicious motion.

"Damn it!" Pitsu twisted his body to evade and fired two arrows in rapid succession—swooshswoosh—each one carrying condensed waves of destructive sound energy.

Thenbamhe used the surrounding air itself as if it were a solid platform, kicking off it to launch himself forward at explosive speed.

Every movement from both sides was fueled by an overwhelming surge of energy, every clash releasing violent shockwaves, every missed strike tearing through the battlefield and harvesting dozens of lives indiscriminately as soldiers below were caught in the aftermath.

Thenbamhe drove his forehead forward in a brutal headbutt.

Pitsu’s unprotected forehead dented under the impact as blood burst from his mouth in a thick spray.

Thenbamanother headbutt crashed into him.

Each strike carried explosive energy, leaving behind visible ripples that shattered the ground beneath them, cracks spreading outward with every impact as if the land itself could no longer endure their clash.

Pitsu smiled.

Then, with trembling determination, he raised his right hand and pulled back the invisible string of his bow with every last fragment of strength remaining in his body, his muscles straining, his soul trembling—

"Huh—?!" The Nexus State’s eyes widened in sudden realization, instinct screaming danger as he released Beastoo’s arm and attempted to retreat immediately—

BANG

BOOOOOOOOOOM

BamBa—

His face was no longer recognizable.

He could not move.

Even his consciousness began to slip away, fading like a dying flame in the wind…

He smiled.

A man who possessed a natural affinity with the Minor Sound Law…

At the very least…

Hoooom

Then—

"Hmm… the situation here looks really bad."