Tatsuo, his gaze sweeping across the assembled forces, felt a surge of adrenaline. The time for preparation was over; the time for battle had arrived. He turned to his Clash Commanders—Rota, Ragnar, Count Blackrose, Reeldos, and Kael—their expressions a mixture of anticipation and grim determination.
"Commanders," he declared, his voice ringing with authority, "lead your forces. We will crush these demons!"
He knew he couldn't directly command the forces of his father, uncle, grand duke, or sister. They were of higher authority, their experience and wisdom invaluable. He trusted their judgment, knowing they would fight with unwavering resolve.
Tatsuo mounted his Tall Lion warbeast, the massive creature pawing at the ground, eager for the charge. He drew his sword, the black metal gleaming in the sunlight, and pointed it towards the approaching demonic horde.
"Cavalry!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Follow me! We will break their lines!"
The cavalry units, led by Tatsuo and Baron Rota, thundered forward, their hooves pounding the ground, their lances gleaming like spears of light. The Tall Lion Calvary, the Blackrose Cavalry, and the Hobgoblin Cavalry, a force of unparalleled speed and power, charged into the demonic ranks, their impact shattering the front lines.
Count Blackrose, Sir Ragnar, and Baron Kael led the heavy and light infantry, their disciplined formations advancing like an unstoppable tide. The human soldiers, the Elven archers, and the Hobgoblin warriors, a diverse and formidable force, clashed with the demonic horde, their weapons flashing, their battle cries echoing across the battlefield.
Reeldos Umbra, his expression grim and resolute, commanded the ranged units. Crossbowmen, archers, and gunners unleashed a devastating barrage of arrows and bullets, their volleys tearing through the demonic ranks. Heavy catapults, their massive projectiles arcing through the air, rained down upon the demonic horde, shattering their formations and sowing chaos.
Emperor Hiro and King Kazan Ryujin, mounted on their majestic Wyverns, led their respective Wyvern Knights in a devastating aerial assault. The Wyverns, their powerful wings beating in unison, swooped down upon the demonic horde, their fiery breath and razor-sharp talons tearing through their ranks.
Grand Duke Shouwie Shun, mounted on his Tall Lion warbeast, led his Tall Lion Cavalry and Lion Guard in a relentless assault. Their combined might, a force of unparalleled strength and ferocity, tore through the demonic ranks, their impact shattering the enemy's formations.
Divine General Kabayashi Tsuru, her presence radiating an aura of unwavering resolve, led her 5,000-strong army in a fierce engagement. Her forces, disciplined and skilled, clashed with the demonic horde, their swords and spears flashing, their battle cries echoing across the battlefield.
Tatsuo, observing the battle, noticed the effectiveness of the Holy Knights and priests. Their holy magic, a beacon of light amidst the darkness, healed the wounded and weakened the demonic forces. He felt a surge of inspiration, a spark of an idea.
He remembered his Absorbability Skill, a power he had rarely used. He focused his intent, his gaze fixed on the priests and Holy Knights, and activated the skill.
Ding! Skill acquired: Holy Sword Technique, Blessing of God Rudite God of The Underworld, Afterlife, and God of Strength (Holy Strength), Light Strike
A surge of holy energy coursed through Tatsuo, his body radiating a brilliant aura of light. He felt a newfound connection to the holy magic, a power he had never before wielded.
The Archbishop Ignatius, observing Tatsuo's transformation, gasped in awe. He recognized the holy energy surrounding Tatsuo, a power that could only be bestowed by the divine.
He fell to his knees, his voice filled with reverence. "A miracle!" he exclaimed. "The Black Dragon Saint has been born!"
He rose, his voice ringing with newfound conviction. "Men!" he shouted, addressing the Holy Knights and priests. "Fight alongside the Black Dragon Saint! He is a beacon of light, a champion of the divine!"
Tatsuo, now imbued with holy power, unleashed a devastating attack. His sword, now imbued with holy energy, cleaved through the demonic ranks, each strike radiating a blinding light that incinerated the demonic flesh. He moved like a whirlwind, his holy aura repelling the demonic forces, his sword a beacon of divine wrath.
The demonic horde, faced with the combined might of Tatsuo's army and the divine power of the Black Dragon Saint, began to falter. Their ranks crumbled, their morale shattered. The tide of battle had turned.
The battle raged on, a clash of light and darkness, a testament to the strength and resilience of Tatsuo's forces. But the demonic horde, though weakened, was far from defeated. The battle was far from over, and the true test of their strength was yet to come. They must continue to push forward and never give up. They must protect the land and its people.
Tatsuo, now radiating an intense holy aura, moved through the battlefield like a divine whirlwind. His Magisterial Court Realm 2nd level cultivation, amplified by the absorbed holy magic, made his presence a beacon of power. He wasn't aware of the Archbishop's declaration, his mind focused solely on the battle.
The holy aura, far more potent than any priest's blessing, washed over his troops, invigorating them with renewed strength and resolve. Wounded soldiers found their injuries miraculously healing, their fatigue replaced by a surge of energy. The demonic forces, recoiling from the radiant light, found their dark magic weakened, their attacks losing their potency.
His Tall Lion warbeast, imbued with the holy energy, became a creature of divine power, its roars echoing with righteous fury. The cavalry, now radiating a faint golden glow, charged with renewed ferocity, their lances piercing through demonic armor with ease.
The infantry, emboldened by the holy aura, fought with renewed vigor, their swords and axes cleaving through demonic flesh with devastating efficiency. The ranged units, their arrows and bullets now imbued with holy light, found their projectiles tearing through demonic ranks like bolts of divine wrath.
Even the Wyvern Knights, their Wyverns now glowing with a faint golden light, unleashed devastating aerial attacks, their fiery breath now infused with holy energy, incinerating entire groups of demons.
The demonic horde, faced with this overwhelming display of divine power, began to crumble. Their initial ferocity waned, replaced by fear and desperation. They were being pushed back, their ranks thinning, their morale shattered.
Tatsuo, his black armor gleaming with holy light, became a symbol of hope amidst the chaos. He was a force of nature, a warrior of divine wrath, his every strike a testament to his power. The demons, once a terrifying horde, now cowered before him, their dark magic failing to withstand the radiant light. The battle was far from over, but the tide had undeniably turned.