At Red Maple Square, around 2,000 mid- to Low-Rank Transcendent stood in neat rows, fully armed and exuding a murderous aura. Their Transcendent magnetic fields intertwined and piled up, creating a terrifying momentum that roared across the sky like a raging dragon.
Hundreds of Hunting Hawk circled and soared overhead, occasionally letting out a thunderous cry that seemed to pierce the clouds.
The Blood Hound seemed to sense the tense atmosphere before the battle, baring their teeth and letting out low, hoarse growls.
Count of Red Maple, Kevin Herbert, stood at the forefront. Although he could not participate in the battle, he was still dressed in military uniform, with a cold and stern expression. The scar on his cheek added to his menacing aura.
"Fellow tribesmen, I won't say anything more. I only have one question for you: what should we do if someone tries to rob us?"
"Kill!" The unified, stern shouts almost shattered the heavens.
"Very well, I'll be right here, waiting for your triumphant return!" With that, the old count waved his hand, Gendaya People in the square split into small teams, marching away with firm steps.
"Your Excellency, what's the news from the Snake Gang? Have they agreed to our proposal to shrink the combat zone?" Viscount Howard asked the old Earl.
The heads of the other major families, including Logo, also gathered around.
Logo did not inform anyone of his preparations to participate in the war; to others, he was merely leading his people to gather.
No one would think that a kid who had only been in the realm of the Transcendent for less than a year would be so presumptuous as to join a battlefield where the lowest level of extraordinary beings was at least Third-Tier Transcendent.
Earl Herbert looked around and said, "The Madam Poison has responded to us, agreeing to narrow down the hunting grounds to Manticore Ridge, Raging Bear Valley, and Stone Man Mountain, to settle the matter once and for all!"
The Sunset Jungle is so vast that if the entire battlefield were expanded to that extent, it would take forever to determine the victor.
Moreover, fighting on the territories of other forces or clans easily attracts hatred, and neither the Snake Gang nor the three major clans want to see this happen.
Moreover, the longer the war drags on, the greater the investment and the heavier the losses, and the more energy both sides will have to devote.
Therefore, when one of the three major clans suggested reducing the hunting grounds, the Madam Poison of the Snake Gang agreed almost without hesitation.
After receiving the answer, the clan leaders relaxed their tense brows and left.
Only Logo remained, revealing his intention to join the war.
"Are you out of your mind?" the old count roared in fury, spitting as he launched into a tirade.
The gist of it all is: how much strength do you have? Getting involved in the hunting grounds is just asking for death, isn't it? If you have nowhere to vent your energy, this old man will loosen up your muscles!
Faced with the old man's barrage of insults, Logo didn't even have a chance to retort, retreating repeatedly to avoid the barrage of spittle.
Left with no other choice, he slapped the metal box next to him, and the golden-blue Fire of Birth flickered as they poured into it.
Click--
The metal box instantly disintegrated, and then, linked by the Fire of Birth, the outfit was completed in less than a second.
Boom!
A fiery, explosive, and flamboyant aura swept out, and under the red light, the Sky Eagle Mecha resembled a soaring eagle, surveying all directions with dominance.
Moreover, Crassus also donned the Thunder Tiger Mecha, exuding an even more imposing aura Logo.
"You..." The old count was stunned.
Ever since Logo showed off his skills half a year ago, decisively killing the Black-Armored Boar, he has been holed up in the laboratory all day long. Apart from a trip to the Gonis City-State, he has hardly ever left the house, looking every bit the super recluse.
The old count knew that Logo had switched to alchemy, but he never expected that in just six months, the boy's strength would have increased to this extent.
Although the sensations were unclear through the Sky Eagle Mecha, by observing the energy intensity of the Fire of Birth, Logo's life rank had definitely reached the Tier Three.
But how is that possible?
The old count was dumbfounded!
He restrained his aura, folded back his mech helmet, and revealed Logo's head.
He smiled at the old man before him. "How about it? Are you relieved now? The strongest in the hunting grounds is only Sixth-Tier Transcendent. Even if Crassus and I can't beat them, we can always run away, right?"
Both my Sky Eagle Mecha and Crassus ' Thunder Tiger Mecha have extremely advanced propulsion systems. At full power, let alone Tier Six, even Seventh-Tier Transcendent who isn't known for speed wouldn't be able to stop us!
The old count, a man who had weathered many storms, quickly suppressed his shock. After pondering for a moment, he finally nodded in agreement.
"Alright, but you must have Melier protect you secretly. If you encounter mortal danger, even if the clan is judged to have lost, you must survive!"
The old count, who knew a great deal about the situation, was very clear about Logo's importance. In his view, Logo's life was far more important than half the profits from the arms trade; this young man was the future of the clan.
This idea was further solidified when he saw that Logo's life rank had actually increased to the Tier Three within half a year.
The old count, who knew a thing or two about professional alchemists, understood all too well the significance of this.
A future alchemy master, even a grandmaster.
Its weight is immeasurable.
After receiving two hunting ground badges from the old count, Logo and Crassus left the clan amidst the old man's endless admonitions.
In fact, Logo could have chosen not to participate in this battle, but firstly, combat is a necessary course for venturing into the Astral Realm; no matter how high one's life rank is, combat is still required for transformation.
If the body doesn't move for a long time, it will rust.
Despite possessing Epic Combat Skills, the martial artist's fighting style differs greatly from that of the alchemist, who places more emphasis on the use of equipment. Although there are many similarities in Energy Manipulation, many aspects require careful study and practical experience.
The second reason was to better lead the clan in the future.
The Gendaya People are known as a warrior race, with a martial spirit deeply ingrained in their bones and an extreme worship of the strong.
The King of Gendaya history may be ignorant of politics, economics, and human relationships, but they must be strong enough.
Only the strongest member of the tribe can ascend the throne; this is a rule established at the very beginning of the Royal Court, and it has remained unchanged throughout the ages.
Other matters are handled by the seven cabinet ministers, which is one of the purposes of establishing a cabinet.
For this reason, the King of Gendaya also has another name, "War King"!
Therefore, no matter how high Logo's alchemy level is, as long as he does not demonstrate overwhelming combat power, his people will only regard him as a research talent like a scientist. They will respect him greatly, but they will not worship him or swear allegiance to him.
Logo was not satisfied with this; his goal had always been to control the entire Royal Court!