Chapter 44

The battlefield was in chaos, a storm of energy and destruction as fleets clashed in the dark void. Blasts of blue and red light streaked across space, illuminating the wreckage of fallen starships.

Aboard the command vessel of the Combined Legion, the various alien leaders monitored the battle through flickering holographic projections. The air was thick with tension as commanders barked orders, their voices sharp with desperation.

One officer turned to his superior. "No direct sightings. The Anomaly remains hidden."

The warlord seated at the center of the command room narrowed his eyes. "Then we find him. Now."

His words were punctuated by a massive explosion outside the viewport, where one of their cruisers was split in two by a concentrated blast.

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On the ground below, the battle was no less fierce. The Majin Legion, a force of terrifying efficiency, tore through enemy ranks. Kree shock troops and mercenaries from countless worlds fell like wheat before the scythe.

Then, the battlefield shifted. A sudden, overwhelming pressure filled the air as a squad of white-armored warriors descended from the sky, moving like specters. Their landing sent tremors through the war-torn land. Each warrior stood tall, their pristine armor gleaming under the flickering lights of battle.

One of Lin Fan's Majin warriors lunged at them. Before he could react, a blur of white armor moved. A fist, wreathed in crackling energy, struck him dead center. The force was enough to obliterate his body in a flash of light.

The rest of the Majin Legion hesitated. These new arrivals were different. They didn't just fight—they adapted.

"Let's see how well they defend against an enemy that refuses to be predictable."

Lin Fan observed from the shadows, his expression unreadable. These warriors fought with eerie precision, their attacks surgically efficient. Unlike the Kree, they did not rely on brute force or overwhelming numbers. They were methodical, calculating every move with inhuman perfection.

But they had a weakness.

Lin Fan's eyes gleamed with realization. The white-armored warriors, for all their power, followed rigid combat protocols. Their movements were flawless but predictable, leaving them vulnerable to chaos.

A slow smile formed on Lin Fan's lips. "So that's it..."

With a thought, he signaled his warriors to change tactics. Instead of direct confrontation, they would use erratic, unpredictable movements—exploiting the flaw in the enemy's precision.

The battle turned again.

The white-armored warriors were fast, but when faced with an opponent who refused to follow a pattern, they struggled to adjust. For the first time, they faltered.

Lin Fan clenched his fists.

He had no intention of being a pawn in their war.

And soon, neither the Kree nor their new warriors would forget what it meant to challenge The Anomaly.

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