Lucius Was Actually This Powerful-How Could He Conjure Gleaming Blades and Armor from Thin Air?

Mondus Gamma. After Sigismund gave the order to attack, he strode toward the city.

Sea-green mechanical wreckage littered the road. His gaze swept over the surroundings, committing every trace to memory:

Bootprints pressed into the ground, the marks left by the Disruption Fields of the Abominable Machine ports—

The wreckage had been pieced back together and pulled itself up from the ground.

A swordsman in purple armor strode swiftly forward, twin swords dancing in his hands.

His steps were light and nimble. At times he leaped into the air; at others, he bent low and charged forward.

Sweeping slash, diagonal cut, downward chop, straight thrust, flat strike—

Blue blades whirled through the air, carving out precise, lethal attacks.

Sword-like brilliance flashed from Sigismund's eyes. Adrenaline surged through him, and he ran faster and faster.

He raced onward, but no matter how much he increased his speed, he could not catch Lucius. All he saw were the traces left behind by battle.

A familiar structure suddenly entered his sight.

It was a massive cylindrical building, one of Camba Diaz's designated key strategic targets—the ammunition depot in the eastern district, the mission assigned by Father.

Sigismund glanced at it. An Emperor's Children warrior clad in new-model armor ignited his jump pack, shot into the air, and sped toward the central district.

Jovian Grenadiers drove trailers loaded with cargo containers toward the Heavy Transport Ships that loomed over the buildings.

He activated his communicator and spoke to Diaz.

"Your target has already been breached by the Emperor's Children. Don't waste time."

"Choose another target. Take away the spoils from the outer districts."

The communication channel fell silent. Just as Sigismund thought there was interference, Diaz's voice sounded.

"Understood."

"I have checked the drop zones of the Emperor's Children and the Death Guard. They