Zaramias stayed wide-eyed at the transformation of the Hawk-Eye Batallion's Commander. Everyone on the battlefield paused for a moment. The members of the Fiery Blood Army stared at Dan with stunned expressions while those at the Hawk-Eye Batallion froze.

"Members of the Fiery Blood Army! What are we waiting for?! KILL!!!" Dan screamed his battle cry, bringing with him his bow, he leaped towards the backlines and proceeded to send volleys of arrows towards the direction of the despairing enemies.

Zaramias lightly chuckled, he swung his sword and leaped towards the chaotic battlefield. In each slice, a body would crumble on the ground followed by fountains of blood spurting from their headless shoulders.

Zaramias transformed into an incarnation of an Asura. Seeing their commander going ham. The members of the Fiery Blood Army started their rampage as countless miserable shrieks echoed throughout the entire forest. Dan didn't slack off either, his arrows soared through the skies, piercing through the bodies of his enemies that tried their hardest to defend.

The scary part about his arrows was that each time they neared their targets. They would twist in a strange trajectory making them hard to evade or block.

With their enemies' morale at the bottom, the Fiery Blood Army swept their enemies, leaving none of them alive while having no casualties on their side. It could be said that this fight was a perfect fight.

Huffing and puffing, Zaramias pierced his sword towards the skies, as victorious cry, echoed from his mouth.

The earth itself trembled, and the hot-bloodedness of the soldiers revealed itself. Forming a chorus which shook the entire forest. Dan stood, observing their cry. Clenching his fists, he raised his bow and screamed in victory!

Dan fell to the ground; his expression complicated as he stared at the numerous pile of corpses around him. Staring at his bow and his almost empty quiver. Dan knew that he had taken at least a dozen lives. But strangely. He didn't feel guilty about taking the lives of those scums. Instead, he felt that his actions were justified.

Still, the horror of war and its ramifications burned deep within the recesses of Dan's mind. He knew that once he returned back to Cloud City. He would not be the same man again. He had to adapt, or he would die.

Calming his nerves, Dan clenched his fists in an effort to suppress the trembling of his arms. Walking towards his father drenched in blood. The latter stared at him before smiling in satisfaction, "Brat, I didn't expect that you would have such a strange disguise ability that even I didn't see through it."

Zaramias praised. His ability to discern disguises as a Spirit Tempering Realm was top-notch. But he was unable to notice his son's disguise, and the fact made him suspicious and at the same time, satisfied of his son's capabilities.

Dan awkwardly scratched his head. The former lifted his lips in a smile, "You better explain things to me when we go back." Zaramias turned around, not minding him anymore as the rest of the soldiers proceeded to loot. There was an unwritten rule within the Army when it comes to loot. And that was finders, keepers.

Dan tried looting but in face of these soldiers who mastered the art of body groping. Dan couldn't compare and could wryly smile, retreating towards the residence assigned to him by his father.

Several days later, the reinforcements from the Empire of Dawn, arrived and secured the perimeter of the border. The Fiery Blood Army finally received their long wanted vacation as most of the soldiers returned back to their cities. Zaramias and Dan also returned to Cloud City.

On the Longinus' Estate training grounds. The figure of the two could be seen standing before each other. Zaramias wore a loose robe while Dan wore the same outfit. The only difference was that he had a wooden dagger in his hands.historical

"Father, are you sure about not using any weapons?"

"Hahaha," Zaramias chuckled, assuming a stance, he replied, "In dealing against a brat like you, My fists are enough as a weapon." His innate arrogance wafted out. Bringing with it an indiscernible pressure towards Dan.

The latter merely smirked, bending his knees, he wielded his dagger with his right hand as the System in his mind, simulated his father's weakness. A holographic image of his father manifested in his peripheral vision. With a burst of strength. He rushed, swiftly arriving before the former as he stabbed.

"Quite vicious, eh..." Zaramias revealed an amused smile, staring at his son's attack that threatened to tear his jugular into pieces. He merely turned his body to the left and clutched his son's wrist. Dan only felt that his attack struck a deep ocean, disappearing into nothingness before his vision rotated.

A sharp pain surged on his back and he found himself laying on the ground. Staring at the skies, he saw his father cheekily smiling at him as if teasing a little kid.

"Goddamned it, old man. Just how did you that?" Dan rubbed his aching back and the former chuckled, "Well, it's just a simple application of how a weak force can subdue the strong..." Zaramias merely shrugged. Turning around, he said, "I'll be handling some matters with the Emperor in the next days. So you better be a good boy and don't cause any trouble, okay?"

Dan rolled his eyes, 'Why are you acting like my mother...' He stretched his exhausted body, returned back to his room and excitedly opened the System Menu as a series of system notification greeted him.

[Quest Completed!]

[Reward: System Upgrade Obtained!]

[The Host will now enter a system-induced coma!]

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'What the-' Dan couldn't even finish his sentence as the scene before him, blackened. His consciousness dissipated as he entered a deep slumber.