Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills - Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Enemy Reinforcements
“We’re losing the war, Commander!” one soldier cried, his voice shaking with fear.

“Where are the additional troops that Emperor Kairos promised?” another demanded, his tone laced with desperation.

“Commander, why don’t we call back our soldiers until they arrive? We can’t stop the Rebel Emperor unless our Emperor intervenes personally!”

Inside one of the enemy watchtowers, panic and despair gripped the Imperial officials as they watched their forces crumble under the might of the Rebel Emperor.

The watchtower commander furrowed his brows, his patience wearing thin. “Shut up, all of you!” he barked. “Don’t act like cowards. I’ve received word that Emperor Kairos will personally lead the reinforcements this time. So quit your whining!”

The officials exchanged relieved glances, their panic subsiding.

“Really? Thank the heavens!” one exclaimed.

“Haha! With our Emperor’s power, that bastard will finally get what he deserves. He’ll pay for killing our seniors!” another growled, clenching his fists in anger.

Suddenly, a distinct buzzing noise echoed across the battlefield.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”

The soldiers glanced ahead, confusion replacing their relief.

“Huh? Look over there!” one shouted, pointing toward the horizon.

Through the haze of smoke and rain, a massive army emerged, their banners unmistakable.

“The additional Imperial troops are here!”

A wave of laughter and cheers swept through the watchtower.

“Haha! Our Emperor has brought reinforcements—so many of them! We’re definitely going to win this one. I was worried for nothing!”

“Now let’s see how that Rebel Emperor handles this!” another jeered, his confidence returning.

The commander, however, remained silent, his eyes narrowing as he observed the approaching troops. Something about the timing felt too perfect, too convenient. But he pushed the thought aside. For now, the reinforcements were their salvation—or so they thought.

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Just after finishing off the last of the Transcendentals, Aengus squinted against the battlefield’s distant horizon. His sharp eyes caught sight of the massive Imperial reinforcements that had surrounded their Liberation Army. The sheer size of the enemy forces now dwarfed their own. Warships loomed in the sky like predatory shadows, and countless ground troops swarmed, the clash of their armor echoing ominously.

The scene was grim—an overwhelming tide of soldiers now exceeding the Liberation Army by threefold.

“Ethan, what should we do?” Aria’s worried voice carried through the chaos, reaching him amidst the turmoil.

Aengus turned his head slightly, his gaze falling to Aria, who was valiantly fighting against the surging Imperial ground forces. She was surrounded, her domain of nature working tirelessly to hold back the enemy, but the sudden increase in their numbers was putting immense strain on her abilities.

“Do as planned, Aria,” Aengus responded, his voice calm yet firm, his unyielding confidence cutting through her rising fear. “Take care of yourself out there.”

The gentleness in his tone reached her ears even as the chaos of battle raged around them.

Aria clenched her fists, her emerald eyes shimmering with determination. “Understood!” she shouted back, summoning a wave of thorny vines to impale the advancing soldiers.

Aengus turned his attention back to the Imperial forces. His expression darkened as his fingers hovered over the hilt of his sword.

“So, the Kairos Empire thinks numbers alone can win this war?” he muttered to himself, a small, dangerous smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Let’s see how long that arrogance lasts.”

“Sacred Kirin’s Blessing!”

Aengus raised his hand, instantly enveloping all his soldiers in a radiant white glow.

“Wow! I feel so strong all of a sudden!”

“Amazing! This must be the work of our Emperor!”

The soldiers of the Liberation Empire gazed at Aengus in awe, feeling their strength increase tenfold in every aspect—magical power, mental fortitude, and physical capabilities.

Aengus turned his attention to the approaching fleet of flying warships, their numbers totaling 30 Disaster-Class vessels. It was an overwhelming force compared to their own.

Yet, Aengus stood alone firm in air, his expression unshaken. Confidence radiated from him, born from the unwavering belief in his own strength to emerge victorious.

Raising his blade, now humming with unbridled Chaos energy, Aengus prepared to unleash devastation once more.

He would face them alone, and no one could stop him from winning.

His floating figure, exuding unshakable conviction as he prepared to face so many enemies at once, earned him admiration from everyone present.

The three generals were engrossed in their own battles, yet they couldn’t help but glance skyward at Aengus from time to time. His unwavering resolve reminded them of the indomitable spirit their Emperor carried at this moment. Even their own confidence would have wavered in the position he now held.

Aengus’ small frame, dwarfed by the massive warships looming before him, was a sight that made onlookers marvel at the sheer will it took to face such overwhelming odds.

It was a will so unyielding, so unkillable, that it stood firm even in the face of certain death.

“Chaotic Maelstrom (SS)!”

Aengus swung his sword in a powerful arc, creating a buzzing sphere of swirling Chaos Energy.

“Whooosh!”

With a single motion, the Chaotic Maelstrom hurled forward, racing toward the approaching ships.

“BOOOM!”

“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”

The energy sphere struck the first ship, unimpeded, and erupted into a massive tornado of chaos.

Before everyone’s astonished eyes, the tornado grew rapidly, expanding to a colossal height of 6,000 meters, reaching from the ground to the clouds.

Its destructive power was unmatched, ripping apart everything in its path.

“Oh God!”

“What is this power?!”

Enemy soldiers on the ground froze in terror, staring in awe at the towering maelstrom of chaos that now dominated the battlefield.

It was then that they realized the Rebel Emperor was finally showing his true might.

The deafening sound of creaking ships filled the air, mixed with the terrified screams of those onboard. The Chaotic Maelstrom showed no mercy, disintegrating the massive warships and swallowing their crews into oblivion.

Aengus smirked, pleased with the power of his new Class Skill.

But his expression darkened when he saw the Chaotic Maelstrom suddenly lose its effect and cease to exist.

“What happened?”