Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 529:The Shocking Reality

For several moments following the detonation, an oppressive silence descended upon the entire battlefield, as if the very clash of steel had been stifled by the magnitude of the event. A colossal plume of smoke and fire ascended towards the heavens, while the ground beneath still quivered, fissures spiderwebbing across the earth like fresh wounds.

Han remained motionless, his grip on his weapon unconsciously tightening, his gaze locked on the spot of the explosion in the distance. His chest rose and fell with a slow cadence as he sought to regain his composure.

"That... was an absolutely incredible throw..." he breathed, his voice laced with utter disbelief.

Hale stood by his side, and despite having witnessed numerous brutal confrontations, his throat felt parched as he surveyed the aftermath. His eyes remained transfixed on the expanding crater far away.

"If that had struck the army..." he murmured, his words trailing off unfinished.

There was no need for further explanation; the devastating consequences of such an assault hitting their ranks were crystal clear to both of them.

Ethan paused, then turned to face them.

"Yeah, great!"

"Your comrade is out there fighting, and you two are just spewing nonsense from the sidelines."

"What a way to relax."

His words caused Han and Hale to swallow hard.

Around them, the soldiers of Arcadia stood dumbfounded, many ceasing all movement, their weapons hanging listlessly. Some slowly lowered their blades, while others regarded Ethan with a mixture of fear, respect, and sheer awe.

On the opposing side, the demons had already commenced their withdrawal, their remaining courage utterly shattered by the spectacle they had just witnessed.

"No... no... fall back!" one of them bellowed, his command now drowned in sheer panic.

Abandoning all pretense of formation or order, they turned and fled without a backward glance, some even tripping over each other in their desperate haste.

The battlefield, moments before brimming with killing intent, dissolved into utter chaos as the demons routed.

Ethan stood at the epicenter.

He slowly lowered his arm after the throw, the draconic scales that encased it gradually receding as the crimson luminescence faded. His breathing remained even, but his eyes stayed sharp and fixed on the dissipating smoke.

He did not move instantly, choosing instead to wait as a gust of wind began to stir, slowly teasing apart the dense clouds of smoke.

Gradually, visibility returned.

A colossal crater came into view, the land within it utterly annihilated, with nothing left standing. The very ground had transformed into a scorched wasteland, the air above shimmering with residual heat.

At the very center, nothing remained.

The member of the Abyss Sect had vanished.

Not even a speck of ash was left behind.

Ethan gazed into the empty crater for a sustained moment, then exhaled slowly, a subtle easing of tension in his shoulders.

"Good."

Behind him, Han and Hale approached with caution, their expressions altered, scrutinizing Ethan with renewed intensity before deciding to curry his favor.

Han spoke first, and though he strove for a steady tone, an undeniable undercurrent of respect had already surfaced.

"Marquise Ethan," he began, "that was... beyond anything we could have anticipated."

Hale offered a slight nod, stepping closer while still casting glances at the desolate crater.

"You just eliminated a Mythic rank opponent like that," he added, his voice a blend of shock and profound relief.

Ethan offered no immediate response, merely tilting his head slightly to regard them.

"They shouldn't have dared to come here," he scoffed softly.

Though his tone was subdued, it carried a weight that momentarily silenced them both.

Han let out a breath, compelling himself back to a more composed state as he surveyed the battlefield once more.

"The enemy's formation is broken," he announced, his voice regaining its authoritative command. "We must advance before they can regroup."

Hale concurred instantly, nodding in agreement.

"If we allow them to escape too far, they will inevitably reassemble," he pointed out.

Ethan gave a single, decisive nod.

"Then move out at once."

Hesitation was no longer a factor.

Han pivoted sharply, commencing the issuance of orders, and the soldiers who had been momentarily incapacitated quickly snapped back to awareness, reclaiming their weapons. War horns reverberated across the field as the human army initiated an organized offensive.

The tide of battle had irrevocably turned.

Ethan remained rooted to his spot for a brief interval longer, his gaze drifting slowly skyward, as if lost in profound contemplation.

The image of that divine spear flashed through his mind once more, its imposing aura lingering within his chest.

"God of Darkness..."

His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Abyssal Sect… I wonder what you are cooking."

His voice, though quiet, now carried a distinct sharpness.

He then cast his gaze downward once more, watching as the human forces advanced through the valley, systematically eliminating the final pockets of resistance and securing the terrain inch by inch.

Ethan remained motionless, observing all that transpired as he awaited further orders. Although the conflict in this area had concluded, he understood with absolute clarity: this was merely the prelude.

A span of one month elapsed swiftly following that engagement, and the dispatches from the battlefronts were eventually collated and submitted to the Emperor. The outcomes were unequivocal, and the repercussions of those confrontations were impossible to disregard.

Lucien, who had previously assumed command, was held accountable for the initial debacle and consequently demoted without hesitation. His reputation, once imbued with authority, now served as a stark caution to others regarding complacency and inadequate leadership.

Concurrently, Ethan, Han, and Hale received commendations for their commendable efforts, their names earning repeated mentions within the official communiqués. Their contributions were acknowledged as pivotal, and they were directed to press onward, leading their respective units.

On the surface, the circumstances appeared exceptionally favorable.

Nevertheless, the reality on the ground diverged significantly from this portrayal.