Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"Comrade, do you know why we've been gathered here?" an oblivious soldier asked a female warrior while waiting in the long line of troops.

She shrugged, looking just as puzzled. "I don't know. I came because it's an Imperial Order straight from the Emperor. Captain, do you have any idea what's going on?" she asked, addressing the officer standing ahead of them.

The captain turned to glance back at the two of them. "Yes," he replied curtly.

"Then why don't you tell us, Captain? That way, we can prepare better," the female soldier pressed, her tone slightly impatient.

Similar whispers of curiosity and confusion rippled through other sections of the soldiers. It seemed the majority of them were in the dark about the sudden assembly.

The captain sighed, realizing he couldn't hold back any longer. "Alright, alright. The matter was sensitive, which is why we didn't tell you earlier," he said, raising his voice enough to address the nearby troops.

He paused for effect before continuing, "We're being relocated to a new headquarters—a new Imperial City declared by His Majesty himself. Word is, the Emperor has single-handedly conquered the Phoenix Empire, and we've been tasked with fortifying the new rule immediately."

The murmurs among the soldiers grew louder.

"What!"

"The Phoenix Empire? Conquered by himself? Is that even possible?" one soldier whispered in disbelief.

"Well, it is His Majesty we're talking about," another replied, though the awe in his voice was hard to miss.

"Still, was the Phoenix Empress really that weak?" a skeptical soldier asked, his tone laced with disbelief. "I heard they had eight powerful female elders, the Sky Dragon King, and the Phoenix Empress herself to hold the fort. How could they lose so easily?"

Another soldier, his voice shaky with fear, replied, "Maybe His Majesty has become even stronger. Could it be... he's attained the unattainable Half-God rank?"

The group of soldiers fell silent for a moment, their astonished expressions mirroring each other as their hearts beat chaotically in their chests.

"If that's true," one murmured, "we won't have to fear the demons anymore. We'll have our own God among us, someone who will protect us from any harm."

"Yes," another chimed in, his voice resolute. "But for that, we must prove our worth to His Majesty. Why would he even need us if we can't stand strong by his side?"

The sentiment resonated deeply with the soldiers, their initial fear giving way to determination as one resolute voice echoed across the ranks.

The captain, overhearing their exchange, nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit," he said. His composed demeanor still couldn't entirely hide the flicker of pride and astonishment in his eyes.

"Yes, it may sound harsh, but it's the truth. Nothing in this world is free. His Majesty's power has indeed surpassed anything we could have imagined. Compared to him, we are like ants. But even ants, when united, can prove their strength. We must show him that we are capable, that we are worthy of fighting alongside him."

The soldiers listened intently, their resolve solidifying.

"Now, enough chatter. We're on a tight schedule; prepare to move through the spatial gates. The future of the Liberation Empire awaits us."

As the captain finished speaking, the soldiers straightened their stances. Their confusion had transformed into a sense of awe and duty. They were ready to follow their Emperor, who had likely closer to surpass mortal limits, into a new era where nothing seemed impossible.

"Hey, look! His Majesty is here!"

A wave of hushed murmurs swept through the lines of soldiers as Aengus appeared, hovering above them with an aura that commanded respect and awe.

His regal yet practical appearance immediately caught their attention. Clad in a sophisticated black coat with streaks of crimson running through it, Aengus looked every bit like a battle-hardened warrior rather than a typical monarch adorned with jewels and ornate garments. The simplicity of his attire made his presence all the more striking.

The coat's edges fluttered in the breeze, accentuating the strength of his broad shoulders. His wavy black hair, moving gently with the wind, framed his face—a face marked by a calm, strict demeanor and the unmistakable crimson mark of Fiend-Celestial etched on his forehead. It was a symbol of his power, a clear sign that this man had transcended the boundaries of mortal strength.

"His Majesty looks incredible…" one soldier muttered, his awe evident.

"This is what a true ruler looks like," another whispered, clenching his fist with pride.

Hovering above them, Aengus let his sharp gaze sweep over the millions of soldiers assembled below. Despite their sheer number, his eyes seemed to meet every one of theirs, conveying both authority and reassurance.

"Soldiers of the Liberation Army," he spoke, his deep voice resonating like a thunderclap across the vast assembly. "Today marks a new chapter in our journey—a journey toward a unified empire where no force will dare threaten our people again."

The soldiers remained silent, their attention entirely fixed on their Emperor.
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"You stand here not because you were chosen at random, but because you've proven yourselves worthy. Worthy to carry the banner of Liberation and fight for the future we are building together. Prepare yourselves!"

Aengus commanded, snapping his fingers. The very sky rumbled as though reality itself was distorting.

"What's happening?" some soldiers cried out in fear, clinging to the ground for support.

"Look… it's amazing!"

All eyes turned to the spectacle unfolding before them.

Behind Aengus, massive dark spatial gates materialized, each one dwarfing the soldiers by a scale of fifty to one. The sheer size of the gates was staggering, towering far above anything they had ever seen.

The gates buzzed with an ominous energy, their vibrations reverberating through the air as if the world itself resisted enduring such overwhelming force.

Yet, Aengus controlled the phenomenon effortlessly. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the terrifying power he wielded. Soon, the number of gates grew to ten, their massive forms pulsating with an otherworldly glow. These portals, spacious and dark, were enough to transport the entire army at once.

Despite the mana cost being astronomical, Aengus didn't falter. With his 5 million Origin Mana capacity and infinite mana regeneration, he sustained the spell like an unyielding force of nature.

"Such power!" one soldier exclaimed in awe.

"Oh heavens… how can a human even achieve this?"

"This is the work of a god!" another whispered reverently.

"MOVE!"

The commanding voices of the generals rang out, snapping everyone out of their stunned stupor.

Then, like an unstoppable tide, the soldiers began marching toward the portals with a mixture of awe and enthusiasm. The air buzzed with energy, their disciplined steps echoing as they moved with purpose.

The sheer scale of the scene was breathtaking. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers poured toward the gates, their spirits bolstered by the display of power from their emperor.

Above it all, Aengus hovered silently, his presence radiating authority.