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But when they saw a sword pointing at their throats, their survival instincts took control.

The battlefield fell back into chaos.

"I didn’t think the talent would have such a visual, and even mental, effect." thought Maxime, who had partly noticed the reactions of nearby humans and Dravaks.

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"Diamond-level talent really isn’t something to be underestimated."

"I wonder what such a talent looks like at maximum level? And even what is its maximum level?"

The Sabertooth Tigers, thanks to the effects of the 2 cumulative talents, began to violently retaliate against the Dravaks surrounding them.

But their efforts were almost in vain, thanks to the 3 lieutenants of the second Dravak regiment on the scene. They were enough to keep order in the Dravak ranks.

Not only did they manage to keep order in their ranks, but they also kept up the pressure on the Sabertooth Tigers.

The latter, despite the bonus of Maxime’s two talents, were still in a stalemate with the Dravaks surrounding them, with another 500 of them.

Maxime didn’t move, simply because the pain in his soul was still there, and seemed to be getting worse with time.

So he just stood there, trying to keep a straight face.

But even if some Dravaks were beginning to wonder, none of them dared test the waters.

For, let alone if they could get past the barrier constituted by super-powered human mercenaries, no one knew whether they were simply sending themselves to their deaths by approaching the human genius.

20 seconds later.

The soldiers of the second regiment were gradually beginning to resist the Dravaks who outnumbered them 3 to 1, thanks in particular to one individual.

This individual was slim, tall and had long blue hair. He had tied his hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

A bow from the fortress armory hung from his back, while he held a laser sword in his right hand.

His mere presence diminished the morale of the 1,000 Dravaks still alive, for no one was his adversary.

At the same time, the morale of the soldiers in the second regiment continued to rise.

"Ever since that mysterious tree appeared, that guy’s become overpowered."

"Yeah, it’s like he’s become a super human. We can’t even count how many of our comrades he’s saved."

"He really is a monster, he’s at least on the level of our lieutenants."

"Yeah, especially since our lieutenants in the second regiment are unfortunately all dead now, so his presence really does us good."

Another soldier, fighting nearby intervened in the discussion.

"And there are 9 guys like him 100 meters away from us."

The3rd squad of the2nd regiment, who were chatting amongst themselves, were surprised to hear these words.

They hadn’t thought of it!

But on realizing this, their morale improved considerably.

"This battle we will win, boys!"

"For humanity!"

"For humanity!"

"For humanity!"

...

The small squad of 10 shouted together at the top of their voices.

Of course, the soldiers nearby heard them.

They all thought they had a good chance of dying here, since they were unaware of the arrival of the Eighth Regiment.

For them, the Sabertooth Tigers were the last hope.

And indeed, thanks to them, many of the wounded had been able to evacuate.

For them, these cries represented the will to fight on, even in the worst of circumstances!

They were the soldiers of the second regiment, not inferior to any other regiment!

And so the 280 other soldiers of the Second Regiment who were still alive also raised their voices!

"For humanity!" x280

...

Their cry was so powerful that the eighth regiment, still 1 km away, could hear it!

"We must hurry! This could be a sign that the second regiment is about to collapse!" ordered the captain of the eighth regiment, still using his talent.

His 3,000 men listened, and everyone accelerated their pace slightly in order to arrive at least a few seconds early.

...

Ernest, standing among the soldiers of the second regiment, smiled as he took down a Dravak with an easy sword thrust.

This Dravak didn’t even have time to react before he was killed.

"They’re not too different from our mercenary group after all."

Ernest’s impression of the Second Regiment soldiers had improved significantly.

At that moment, only 50 seconds remained before the arrival of the eighth regiment.

In the vastness of the glowing sky, a Dravak came dangerously close to the battlefield.

Commander Vatar streaked through the air, his black wings flapping every few seconds.

Each time he flapped his wings, his speed increased considerably.

The icy wind of high altitude swept across his face, but with his physique he was totally impervious to it.

Nor did it take much effort to fly, unlike the Dravak on that battlefield.

With his keen eyesight, he could already see the entire battlefield to the south.

"What was that tree?"

Like many people on the battlefield, Vatar could also see it.

But Vatar wasn’t particularly worried.

For him, divine blessings were merely a gift that only the inferior races desperately clung to.

In his view, the gods, those capricious entities, gave their favor like throwing a bone to a hungry dog.

But he knew that these gifts were but a fleeting spark in the vast ocean of a universe’s power.

If one of the top ten races in each universe received such a gift, he or she would automatically become a genius. But that was all.

He would simply be one genius among many.

However, Vatar had missed one detail.

The human race was the one that owned the world of Eternity. In this world, every talent could be amplified beyond measure.

How else could the human race, which was a totally ordinary race in the universe, defend itself against powerful races like the Dravaks?

How could they resist the simultaneous attack of numerous alien species in the Omega universe?

And despite his excellent eyesight, he missed a second detail.

The trees and outfits worn by the men of the Eighth Regiment completely hid them from the Dravaks, who could fly.

Including Vatar.

...

Back on the battlefield, the one in the most uncomfortable position was actually Orvari!

Orvari staggered back, his breath short, his muscles tense under the constant pressure of Ytan’s assaults.

Captain Dravak’s agility was far superior to his own, and his fluid, precise movements made any attempt by Orvari to counterattack almost futile.

Ytan’s every blow sounded like an implacable threat, his curved black sword gleaming in the reddish glow of the sky.

"So, are we weakening Orvari?"

Ytan wore a mocking smile on his face. He knew that once he won this duel, the Dravaks would win this battle.

And with his military merits, he could obtain many valuable resources and become even stronger!

With that, the position of captain of the first regiment wouldn’t be so far off!

On level battlefields, he’d be an almost invincible existence!

Orvari, despite his reinforced armor and experience, was struggling to contain his opponent’s strikes.

Ytan gave him no respite. A wound on Orvari’s right shoulder bore witness to the first blow that had broken through his guard a few seconds earlier.

Moments later, another, deeper gash lay on his left thigh, narrowly missing a vital nerve.

Orvari gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain rising in burning waves through his body.

He attempted a feint, swinging his sword at Ytan’s left flank. But the latter, as if anticipating the move, dodged with frustrating ease, spinning around before retaliating with a brutal kick to Orvari’s torso.

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The impact knocked the human captain back several steps, his breathing becoming complicated under the pain radiating from his ribs.

"How much longer do you think you’ll last?" ironized Ytan, twirling his weapon.

"Maybe if you ran away now, you’d still have a chance of survival unlike your men who are already doomed."

Suddenly, Ytan had a good idea.

"I can let you run away with ten of your men, what do you say?"

Orvari, who still had a straight spine despite his wounds, didn’t let the slightest emotion show on his face.

"Fuck you, Ytan."

At the same time, he brandished his sword and lunged, but Ytan easily parried the attack, once again slipping under Orvari’s guard and inflicting a superficial gash to his flank.

"You’d better hurry up and make a decision before I change my mind, Orvari," replied Ytan, showing no anger.

Obviously, in his mind he would never allow Orvari to leave even if the latter accepted his deal.

Cannon fodder could be easily recruited and trained, but men capable of becoming regimental captains were not so easy to find.

So if there was such a good opportunity to kill a regimental captain, Ytan would never miss it. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get as much military credit as he wanted.

The metallic smell of blood filled Orvari’s nostrils as he retreated, cornered, his soldiers too busy in their own fight to intervene.

Ytan was toying with him, like a cruel predator who took pleasure in seeing his prey exhausted before the final blow.

It was the style of a veteran warrior.

Until the last moment, he never underestimated his enemy. He had already seen many Dravaks die at the hands of humans, but also of other races, because they were too confident in their victory.

Meanwhile, Orvari felt his strength diminishing. But just as he was about to parry another attack, a resounding noise rose up behind him.

The crash of assault rifle fire and the dull roar of explosions shook the battlefield.

These were the original explosions, but this time the sound was far more violent.

Both fighters turned their heads in the direction of the source of the chaos. A hundred meters behind Orvari, flashes of light streaked the air, accompanied by the unmistakable whistle of rocket launchers and the thud of exploding grenades.

"What the...?" blurted Ytan, his expression distorted by surprise.

Orvari smiled.

"The reinforcements have finally arrived."