Time: Unspecified Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern-Central Region Corridor, Southern Region, Base Ursus
"Let’s go down with a bang!" The Rescue Squad 2’s leader let out a wry cry, taking charge of the two squads with the leader of squad one dead. He dashed at the Field Marshal while activating his divinity beyond its maximum, reminding his squad members that they don’t have a choice but to accept death, but they could choose how to accept it. Even though he was only the leader for a fraction of a second, he burned his brightest, inspiring his fellows.
Following their leader, squads one and two pounced on the Field Marshal with the highest speed they could fathom and ignited their divinity beyond its limit.
With that, the nine exploding divinities shone in the afternoon sky like stars before the brilliant light and violent energy from them combined, masking the rays of the sun as they engulfed the Field Marshal, and temporarily blinded anyone unfortunate enough to witness this.
However, before the energy from the nine exploding divinities could claim their first victim, the Field Marshal acted. She let go of the unconscious Agent Lois and used both her arms to compress the energy from the nine exploding divinity mobilizing the combination of her martial prowess and celestial force before they could wreak havoc, killing the unconscious soldiers right underneath them.
With the combination of her martial prowess and celestial force Field Marshal Lorn not only managed to contain the raw power of nine exploding divinity, but compressed it to the tip of her left index finger and pointed at the sky, shooting the raw power into sky like a one big bright and loud firework temporarily blinding and deafening everyone in a few thousand mile radius.
Location: Southern-Central Region Corridor, Southern Region, Base Ursus
"In the end, Field Marshal Lorn is still too merciful. If it were the Soldier Queen or Southern Emperor, they would have slaughtered anyone who dared to trespass in our land without a second thought," one of the chiefs muttered, shaking his head in disapproval seeing that the Field Marshal intentionally spared the lives of the soldiers from the central region by rendering them unconsciousness with her unparalleled will.
"What do you know? Only the strongest can afford mercy. Most can only hear it, consider yourselves lucky to witness it," another chief said, finding Field Marshal Lorn’s action heroic. He was tired of killing, not that he hated it. It had become repetitive and was no longer exciting. However, the thought of showing his enemies mercy got his blood pumping. He could only imagine the confidence one needed to have to let their enemies live despite their differences.
"If it were the Southern Ruler or the Southern Prince, these fools wouldn’t have dared to show their faces in front of them in the first place and chosen to hide in their base. What’s your point?" the deputy general said, feeling that the definition of strongest was getting lost with the skewered world’s strongest ranking. He thought the rule that monarchies cannot participate in the world ranking did not make sense.
"And if it were the Southern Princess, she would have sold them all back to the central region for a good profit," the general joked, trying to lighten the mood, seeing that small talk between his subordinates was headed toward a violent debate about who was the strongest in the Southern Region.
"Why can’t we do that?" one of the chiefs suddenly proposed. "Maybe we should do that."
"We can... we should do that. After the Field Marshal is done, we are going to clear the battlefield clean. Make sure none escape if you all want a hefty bonus this year. And get the units to get started on setting up a SSS-rank soul energy and rule power isolation array as our prisons aren’t big enough to hold them all," General Welshmen ordered his spectating deputies and chiefs.
Usually, many protocols were involved in processing the prisoners of war, but this time it was different. This altercation, considering its nature, would definitely not be recorded or reported higher up in the chain and disappear as if it never happened. Meaning unless the Field Marshal specifically advised them on how to arrange the prisoners of war, it would be up to General Welshman to stuff this mess under the rug.
Altercations weren’t common, but also not the first. Welshmen had handled a few in his career. Usually, he would use the prisoners of war to exchange for his soldiers caught by the enemy regardless of which side had caught more soldiers, but this time their side suffered no casualties while the enemy side suffered a hundred percent casualty.
Thanks to the Field Marshal, General Welshmen found himself on the cusp of the moment where he would get the Southern soldiers to remember him for centuries to come. Instead of giving the snobs from the central region a bloody nose, he was going to empty their wallets.
"Finally, some blood!" the chiefs yelled, as they witnessed the Field Marshal kill an elite demigod deployed by the central region, having advised the array unit to begin setting up the SSS-rank array big enough to hold all the prisoners of war.
"Oh, no! The rest are planning to explode their divinity—"
The entire regiment of the Base Ursus was in disarray knowing that they were within the range of the nine exploding divinity, even though they were just at the edge, the violent and raw power of the nine exploding divinity was not to underestimate, even a tiny hint of it would prove deadly for the lower realm soldiers.
Also they didn’t appear to be worried about the Field Marshal Lorn in the slightest, knowing that with her prowess, escaping the range of the nine exploding divinity wouldn’t be a challenge for her. If anything, they were worried she would risk her life to protect them. This wouldn’t be the first time she did that.
"Mother of everything awesome!"
"Did she just contain the power of nine exploding divinities and squeezed it onto her index finger?"
"Looks like there are going to be some serious changes to the top ten strongest rankings," General Welshmen uttered seeing unfathomable power and control displayed by Field Marshal Lorn as she shot the concentrated power of nine exploding divinity in to the afternoon sky, it was by far the most beautiful fireworks the base Ursus had seen.