Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 533:What?Runnnn!

"The Demon Army is expanding, and we must act with haste."

Aaron’s declaration was firm and steady as he gazed toward the distant walls of Haywire. His eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the unfolding situation. Even from this distance, the increase in demons manning the walls was evident, with more figures continuously appearing, suffusing the entire vicinity with a heavy, suffocating atmosphere. The palpable pressure in the air steadily intensified, a sensation keenly felt by the soldiers arrayed behind them.

Without the slightest hesitation, Aaron shifted his focus to Ethan, Han, and Hale, issuing a concise command.

"I shall take the vanguard; you will follow my lead."

Before any could voice a response, his form ascended into the heavens. In the subsequent moment, he materialized above the city ramparts, unleashing his imposing aura. A formidable pressure emanated outwards, spreading across a vast expanse, as if to proclaim his arrival to all present.

"Those of higher standing, I implore you to reveal yourselves, for my intention is not to engage lesser beings at the outset," Aaron’s voice resonated across the battlefield, imbued with both unwavering confidence and a distinct challenge.

A brief interval of silence ensued.

Then, a voice, calm yet chilling, responded, "Aaron, it appears your arrogance has grown considerably."

A comely demonic figure ascended into the air from the walls. The instant Aaron laid eyes on him, his expression underwent a subtle shift.

"Luke…" he uttered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

However, Luke did not initiate an assault immediately. Instead, he produced a scroll, tearing it open without any reservation. In the very next moment, several individuals materialized one after another, each exuding a weighty and perilous aura.

Ethan’s countenance stiffened, and he couldn’t refrain from muttering an expletive under his breath.

"Fuck…"

Each of them was a Mythic ranker.

Two Orcs advanced, their presence brutal and overwhelmingly dominant, while two warriors from the Beast Tribe followed, radiating fierce and untamed energies. Behind them, several cloaked figures from the Church of Darkness emerged, their cold and unsettling auras exacerbating the grim circumstances.

Yet, these were not the primary concern.

Luke stood composed, and beside him, another figure possessed an aura that was significantly more terrifying.

An Orc… at the level of a Divine Knight.

Ethan felt an icy dread creep up his spine upon sensing this, and even Han and Hale’s expressions turned grim.

"This is dire…" Hale murmured, his voice low yet tense.

"What course of action should we take now?" he inquired, looking towards Aaron.

Aaron’s response was immediate, without a moment’s pause.

"Run."

For an instant, Ethan, Han, and Hale froze, convinced they had misheard.

"What?" Han blinked, his disbelief palpable.

Hale also rubbed his ears, questioning his auditory perception and turning to Ethan for confirmation.

Ethan opened his mouth to speak when Aaron’s voice boomed like thunder.

"Cease your staring and listen intently, for I am not jesting; we are departing this instant," Aaron stated sharply, turning his body.

Without delay, he retreated backwards at speed, simultaneously sounding the signal.

The loud blare of horns signaled a full retreat.

Ethan, for a brief period, questioned if this was merely a figment of his imagination.

This individual had initially stepped forward to 'aura farm,' yet even before the battle commenced, he was already in full retreat.

The sudden order stunned both the human army and the demons, but the soldiers rapidly reacted, commencing a withdrawal in an organized formation.

Ethan wasted no time and followed suit immediately, fully grasping the gravity of the situation.

Behind them, Luke’s voice roared with murderous intent, "Did you presume this place to be your domain?"

In the ensuing moment, he and the other opposing figures gave chase. Simultaneously, the gates of the demon city swung open, unleashing waves of demon soldiers who poured out in pursuit.

Han clenched his jaw and cursed, "What in the Seven Hells is this turn of events?"

The enemy’s assembled force was utterly overwhelming. Even with prior preparations, they could not possibly contend with such a magnitude of power.

It might have been a manageable situation if only Mythic rankers were present, but the inclusion of two Divine Knights fundamentally altered the dynamics.

Aaron cast a brief glance backward. Upon observing the closing distance, his expression hardened.

"Very well," he muttered.

"If you are determined to fight, then accept this."

He halted his movement in mid-air, drawing forth a pendant while channeling his Qi. His aura surged intensely as he began to intone.

"In reverence to the supreme might of the God of War, the invincible and undefeatable Sovereign of all, I hereby beseech your favor."

BOOOOOOM!

The heavens shuddered violently as a colossal silhouette materialized, and a rift tore open in the fabric of space. From this opening, a figure clad in golden armor emerged, bearing a shield and a greatsword. His very presence sent tremors through the battlefield.

"I am the Captain of the Fourth Legion under the God of War’s banner, and the Deities have bestowed upon me their permission to aid the humans," the figure declared in a voice that thundered across the expanse.

Just as the oppressive aura threatened to engulf them, a chilling voice cut through the air.

"Do you believe we've arrived merely for entertainment?"

One of the robed figures from the Church of Darkness stepped forward, mirroring the previous action. A surge of dark energy erupted, and from the encroaching shadows, another entity materialized.

An abrupt intensification of pressure followed. The portal unleashed the power of darkness, accompanied by the crackling of sinister bolts of lightning.

"Oscorn…" the figure clad in golden armor uttered.

"Lancelot…" the shadowy entity responded with equal composure.

For a fleeting instant, both opposing forces regarded each other.

Then, the golden-armored warrior declared, "Excellent, this promises to be a compelling contest."

In the ensuing moment, both combatants surged forward, meeting in an immediate, violent clash.

BOOOOOOM!

A cataclysmic explosion tore through the air, seemingly splitting the heavens asunder, while violent surges of power radiated outwards in every direction.

Amidst this chaos, the human forces continued their disciplined retreat, with no one daring to halt their advance.

Ethan moved with utmost haste, each stride producing a sonic boom as he propelled himself forward, refusing to glance back.

There was no disgrace in flight, for a living soul could fight another day, whereas death signified the absolute end of all things.

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