Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 703:Who Wants To Get Beaten First?

Duke Valen slowly looked around at the destroyed surroundings before clicking his tongue.

"Tsk."

"We have caused a huge mess."

He rubbed his forehead with a tired expression before continuing.

"The cleanup will take some time."

"And during that time, we need to stay alert for Arcadia's retaliation."

"Hmm."

Several commanders nodded in agreement.

"News of this battle will spread sooner or later."

"We should immediately strengthen the camp's defenses."

Another commander spoke with a serious face.

"Double the patrols."

"And send scouts to watch Arcadia's movements."

"If they launch a counterattack now, we cannot afford to be careless."

Everyone nodded while discussing the next steps. Orders were quickly passed to nearby officers while several soldiers hurried away to carry out the commands. Although the battle had seemingly ended, nobody lowered their guard.

Just then...

BANG!

A loud impact suddenly echoed from deep inside the crater.

The sound was so sudden that every conversation instantly stopped. The surrounding nobles quickly turned toward the crater while their expressions became serious.

"What was that?"

Another commander frowned.

"Is he still alive?"

One noble narrowed his eyes.

"Could Ethan still be struggling?"

"Was that his last attack?"

Everyone remained silent while staring at the crater. The air itself seemed to become tense.

Before anyone could reach a conclusion...

WHOOSH!

A figure suddenly shot out of the crater.

The body flew through the air at incredible speed before crashing heavily across the ground.

BOOM!

The figure bounced several times before finally coming to a stop, leaving behind a long trail across the earth. Dust immediately rose into the air and covered the fallen figure. Everyone instinctively looked toward it.

As the dust slowly settled their eyes widened.

Several people unconsciously took a step backward.

"What..."

"No way..."

Shock spread across every face as they finally recognized who had been thrown out of the crater.

Before anyone could even speak...

BOOOOOOOOM!

A terrifying explosion erupted from the depths of the crater.

The earth violently burst apart as countless rocks and debris were blasted high into the sky.

A gigantic pillar of brilliant light suddenly shot upward from inside the crater. The dazzling beam pierced straight into the heavens and illuminated the entire battlefield. The light spread across the surrounding area while an overwhelming pressure swept in every direction like a raging storm.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

The ground beneath everyone's feet began to tremble violently. Deep cracks rapidly spread across the earth while countless stones jumped into the air. The tents shook violently, nearby trees bent under the pressure, and the entire Allied camp trembled as everyone stood frozen in place, staring at the towering pillar of light with stunned expressions.

The moment the pillar of light reached its peak, everyone's expressions changed.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Get back!"

"Move!"

Panic instantly spread through the Allied camp.

The dazzling pillar suddenly shook before a figure slowly stepped out from its center.

His entire body was wrapped in a blinding crimson light that made it difficult for anyone to look directly at him. Waves of scorching heat rolled outward with every step he took.

BOOOOOOM!

A violent shockwave burst from his body.

A sea of crimson flames spread across the ground in every direction. Everything the flames touched immediately caught fire. Wooden carts burst into flames, shattered tents burned within seconds, and scattered weapons glowed red from the intense heat.

The earth itself could no longer withstand the temperature.

The ground beneath his feet slowly melted.

Crimson cracks spread across the battlefield while patches of stone softened into glowing molten rock.

The surrounding camp quickly turned into chaos.

"Fire!"

"Put it out!"

"Save the wounded!"

Low-ranking soldiers screamed as they desperately ran in every direction. Some threw away their burning cloaks while others rolled across the ground to put out the flames. Horses broke free from their restraints and fled in terror while supply wagons collapsed into burning piles of wood.

Several soldiers who were too close were forced backward by the overwhelming heat before they could even approach.

The air itself felt as though it was burning.

Many soldiers below the Saint Realm could barely breathe.

Their faces turned pale as sweat poured down their foreheads. Some instinctively shielded their faces with their arms while others stumbled backward with frightened expressions, unable to endure the terrifying heat spreading through the battlefield.

The surrounding nobles immediately reacted.

"Protect the soldiers!"

"Create barriers!"

Several Saint Realm experts rushed forward and unleashed their aura to block the spreading flames while others escorted the weaker soldiers farther away.

Even then, they struggled to contain the heat.

Everyone slowly turned toward the center of the chaos.

A lone figure calmly walked out of the pillar of light.

Each step he took left burning footprints behind.

His crimson armor glowed like molten metal while waves of heat continuously rose from its surface. The greatsword in his hand reflected the crimson flames surrounding him.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Ethan slowly swept his cold gaze across everyone present.

His eyes contained not a trace of fear.

"I always try to lie low so not everyone knows my temper."

His calm voice echoed across the burning battlefield.

He slowly raised his head and looked at everyone before him.

The moment their eyes met his, an indescribable feeling of unease rose inside their hearts.

Some unconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.

Others instinctively took a small step backward.

Ethan's expression remained cold.

"But believe me."

"I am a very temperamental person."

"And once I am provoked and stop holding back..."

His grip around the hilt of his greatsword slowly tightened.

"I don't even give a fuck who you are."

SHING!

With a single motion, Ethan drew his greatsword.

The instant the blade left its sheath...

ROOOOOOAR!

A deafening dragon's roar exploded across the battlefield.

The sound shook the air itself and echoed throughout the entire Allied camp. A powerful pressure spread in every direction while the flames around Ethan surged even higher.

Everyone stared at the massive sword with widened eyes.

Ethan slowly lowered its tip toward the ground.

His cold gaze remained fixed ahead.

"Now get your ass out here to be beaten."