Supreme Paragon Reborn: Humanity's Rise To Galactic Supremacy-Chapter 369: Moving Fortress

Above the titanic clash between the two factions, Cyberfang loomed like a lighthouse in the heart of a vast ocean. The metallic beast strained under immense pressure, dark blood crawling up its rugged surface.

Victoria stood atop its colossal head, conjuring flames. Channeling the spiritual energy within her, she shaped the inferno’s form and heat as if it were an extension of her own will. At the same time, she barked orders, swiftly adapting to the shifting battlefield.

Beside her, several other members of the crew showcased their teamwork.

Sweat clung to Amelia’s forehead, overcharging the metallic beast with every bit of electricity she commanded.

Claire was positioned on the right flank, lance piercing foes with merciless brutality, preventing them from climbing aboard Cyberfang.

On the left flank, the burden was shared by Amelia’s beloved, Enzo, whose gauntlets unleashed powerful blasts of energy. He was backed by Leo’s masterful control over bullets and Bryce, whose broad experience in warfare aided their efforts.

At the rear, Richard acted in the role of a tank. The thin protective layer across his skin had turned him into an immovable wall.

No one could halt Cyberfang’s charge, nor was any soldier brave, or foolish, enough to attempt climbing onto its back, for there were virtually no blind spots to be exploited.

From the Golden Vanguard’s perspective, the metallic beast was no mere AI but a moving fortress. The synergy among those aboard had reached such efficiency that even the Lords dared not draw too close, lest they court their own demise.

With relentless momentum, Cyberfang drove deeper into enemy territory. Any particularly formidable opponent who tried to block its path would find themselves unpleasantly surprised. Being flanked by two fearsome opponents.

Cyberfang acted like a beacon, utterly impossible to ignore. The attention-grabbing performance the metallic beast exuded meant few had time to notice the two shadows creeping next to it, slipping deep into their ranks.

Ruby and Ava, albeit Early Grandmaster and Middle Grandmaster, respectively, weren’t to be underestimated, moving between the enemy troops with grace.

Ava was too fast for the eye to catch. Ruby’s stealth technique made her practically undetectable to the untrained eye.

The two girls were tasked with fulfilling the flanker role. Judging by the amount of corpses that either had their throats slit by Ruby’s claws or smashed by Ava’s hammer, capable of shrinking and expanding, spelled out their success well enough.

Given the synergy of their perfected teamwork, the crew wielded such power that they could have defeated Michael in a fair confrontation. For even the most formidable opponents often fell when faced with such flawless coordination.

Of course, they wouldn’t have ever thought about going against their leader. Regardless, the end result was the same as if Michael himself were ravaging through the ranks of the Golden Vanguard.

Pure destruction.

Sadly, few of those watching the broadcast were able to notice their efforts. With so much chaos unfolding, everyone’s attention was divided. Even the live commentators were rendered utterly speechless, unsure of what, exactly, they were supposed to comment on.

"Victoria!" Richard’s voice rang out. "Don’t you think it’s time to proceed with the plan?! We can’t hold on indefinitely, you know!"

Victoria’s eyes narrowed, the flames surging around her as she stood atop Cyberfang painted a horrifying, heart-stopping picture.

"Rushing won’t do." She muttered, her hand rising. "But delaying is out of the question."

Letting out a fireball, it soared high in the air before erupting into a beautiful explosion like a firework.

Chills ran down the backs of the Indomitable Alliance. The signal had been set... The plan was now in motion.

Almost immediately, an explosion, one that shook the very foundations of the earth, resounded from the side.

It had come from the confrontation Michael found himself in with Eliza and Elina.

Because even the most brilliant plans could unravel in the midst of war, Victoria had devised a simple strategy.

Her flare was a signal to those keeping the Absolute Lords at bay.

Those who responded to her call would be the ones who believed they had found the Golden Vanguard’s leader.

Even though Victoria had expected Elina to take on the leadership role, after pestering Eliza nonstop, she preferred to be extra cautious... too much was at stake.

With Michael being the only one responding to Victoria’s call, the Indomitable Alliance’s army moved in unison, steadily advancing toward their leader.

Despite sustaining substantial losses among their ranks, they had achieved their goal. They now stood between the majority of the Golden Vanguard’s forces and their supposed leader, effectively separating them!

"Withdrawal!" Victoria’s order echoed across the battlefield.

Familiar with the procedure after having practiced it countless times, the Indomitable Alliance’s troops began moving backward, steadily drawing closer to their ultimate goal.

Meanwhile, the Golden Vanguard misread their intentions. Bearing fewer losses and seeing their foes retreat, they assumed the Indomitable Alliance was growing desperate.

The misunderstanding clouded their judgment, making the Golden Vanguard dangerously overconfident.

"Please hold on just a bit longer!" Victoria bit her lower lip anxiously. If Michael fell before their arrival, all of this would have been for naught.

Back to Michael, he remained stubbornly in place, refusing to move after indicating his position.

"Done running?" Eliza’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "In that case, let’s end this quickly."

Elina’s eyes glimmered. "Come on! Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got!"

In response, Michael chuckled, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Far from it!"

A heartbeat later, he appeared next to Elina, gripping her shoulder firmly.

There were two reasons for his actions.

First, Elina was the leader, which meant Eliza couldn’t unleash her ice pillars too close to her sister without risking harm.

Second, Elina wielded lightning... and with Michael standing so close, she couldn’t fire her bolts without risking the backlash affecting herself.

"Hand-to-hand combat? That has to be the dumbest thing to try against someone two stages beyond you!" Elina bellowed, a radiant smile lighting up her face with sheer excitement. "I absolutely love it!"

When their fists collided, Michael was forced to let go. The impact broke a few bones, but his legs remained firmly planted on the ground. The pain fueled Archwarlock, even greater strength surging through him.

In that brief window of opportunity, Eliza didn’t hesitate. She shot an ice shard aimed at Michael’s head. However, since he wasn’t bothering to conserve power any longer, he used Psychokinesis to stop the projectile, burning his reserves in the process.

"To think I’d be forced into close combat despite my realm!" Eliza scoffed disdainfully. Conjuring two ice rapiers in her hands, she played along. Appearing to Michael’s side, she slashed without hesitation.

Each of her swings flowed smoothly with Elina’s attacks, their attacks dancing together in flawless harmony.

Given his past, Michael’s mastery over any form of combat was utterly unmatched. Yet, the vast difference in power, coupled with being outnumbered, cornered him. Leaving him with virtually no path to victory.

Eliza’s eyes gained an icy edge, one of her rapiers blurring faster than Michael could react.

Slash!

Unable to respond in time, Michael’s right arm was severed. Blood came gushing out like a fountain.

Yet he remained unfazed. His contracted pupils shifted with cold resolve, focusing beyond the sisters, toward the distant horizon.

The Indomitable Alliance’s troops were advancing fast.