Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

While Lyra and Amarian were settling into their quarters aboard the warship, the Liberation Army's march had brought them within striking distance of the Kairos Empire's Imperial Capital.

At the forefront of the army, Aengus floated serenely in the air alongside Quin, Drake, Yona, and the three elite generals, their imposing presence like a wall of doom looming over the battlefield.

The Imperial City ahead was an awe-inspiring sight—its colossal walls a testament to the grandeur of the ancient Kairos Empire, now standing as the last line of defense for the former Imperial family.

Below, the battlefield stirred with anticipation. Opposing them were millions of soldiers loyal to the former regime, their ranks dwarfed by the overwhelming size of Aengus' rebel army. Fear and uncertainty rippled through their lines, the aura of the Liberation Army's might crushing their morale.

Aengus' cold gaze swept over the defenders' pitiful attempts at resistance. His lips curled into a faint, almost dismissive smirk. Turning back, he locked eyes with General Leon and gave a subtle nod—a silent signal that carried the weight of impending destruction.

"Attack!"

Leon raised his sword high, its gleaming blade catching the last rays of the sinking red sun. His voice boomed across the field like thunder.

"Advance! Take the capital! Leave no stone unturned!"

At his command, the Liberation Army surged forward, a tide of steel and fire rolling toward the capital.

rumble!

The ground trembled under the sheer force of their charge, and the air filled with the clash of steel, the thunder of war cries, and the desperate shouts of the defenders.

"Kill!"

As the sun dipped below the horizon, its crimson light bathed the battlefield, painting the skies a deep, ominous red—a fitting backdrop for the fall of an empire.

"Quin, go rumbling," Aengus commanded with a calm, almost indifferent tone.

Quin's lips curled into a wicked grin as he acknowledged the order. "As you wish, My Emperor. I alone am enough to take them down."

"RUMBLE!"

With a thunderous crash, Quin leapt from the warship, his form expanding mid-air as he seamlessly transformed into his Ancient Titan form.

The transformation was awe-inspiring and terrifying, as Quin's colossal figure, nearly 5,000 meters tall, landed with earth-shaking force.

Drake and Yona instinctively tilted their heads upward, gawking at the massive frame of their comrade.

"F*ck!" Drake muttered in disbelief.

"Haha, die, you ants! DIE!" Quin roared, his voice booming like an earthquake. "How dare you block His Majesty's path?"

As Aengus' First Commandment, Quin's strength was beyond comprehension. His every step sent shockwaves through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the battlefield.

The sight of Quin's sheer might sent waves of terror through the enemy ranks.

"Just how are we supposed to win against that?"

"We're dead!"

"Look! The commanders are fleeing!"

"Sht! Fck the Imperial family! F*ck loyalty!"

Panic spread like wildfire. Quin's devastating attacks tore through the enemy's ranks, crushing soldiers and reducing their morale to dust.

Screams of despair echoed across the battlefield as soldiers threw down their weapons.

"Yes, yes! Surrender to His Majesty!" Quin shouted, his manic laughter reverberating like rolling thunder. "Only then will you be spared!"

The enemy soldiers, unable to withstand the overwhelming force, began to surrender en masse.

"We surrender!"

"Please, stop! Don't kill us! We have families!"

Clang! Clang! Thud!

Weapons and shields clattered to the ground as the once-formidable army crumbled before Quin's monstrous power.

From above, Aengus and the other Transcendentals watched the scene unfold with calm detachment.

The Seven Shadow Assassins had already eliminated the two enemy Transcendentals, ensuring there was no opposition worth their time.

On the warship, Lyra and Amarian watched the events with wide eyes, utterly speechless.

They had just witnessed the might of an Ancient Titan for the first time, and it was beyond anything they could have imagined.

"If his subordinates are this strong," Lyra whispered, her voice trembling with awe, "then how strong must our savior be?"

By now, Lyra and Amarian had pieced together much of Aengus' history. The tales of his victories in every battles, his rise to power, and his unrelenting will painted a picture of a man who was more than a ruler—he was a legend.

A dark hero, feared by many, but revered by those who followed him.

The battle ended in less than ten minutes, as though the victor had been decided long before it even began.

Aengus and his army marched into the Imperial Capital, their presence suffocating and awe-inspiring under the curious, fearful gazes of the citizens lining the streets and watching from behind closed windows.

"Is that the one who killed Emperor Kairos?"

On a rooftop, a curious man whispered to his companion, stealing glances at Aengus' towering, commanding figure as he strode purposefully toward the Imperial Throne.

"Yes, it must be. Look at how powerful he is," the other replied, his voice tinged with awe as he felt the sheer weight of the Emperor's overwhelming aura.

"Now what's going to happen to us? And to the Imperial family?" another asked with anxiousness.

"No idea about us," a resigned laugh responded from the shadows, "but the former Imperial family? They've probably fled already. That's the only choice they have left."

Whispers rippled through the crowd as Aengus' presence filled the city like a storm cloud ready to strike. His aura demanded attention and submission, leaving no doubt in the minds of the citizens—this was a man who would reshape this Empire.

"Did you capture them all?" Suddenly Aengus asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

From the shadows, a figure cloaked in darkness emerged. One of his Shadow Assassins knelt before him.

"Yes, my lord," the assassin replied respectfully. "We've apprehended the entire royal family while they attempted to flee. We've also recorded a map detailing the locations of the stolen treasures and imperial resources."

"Very good." Aengus' voice was cold and unyielding. "That's all I needed to hear. I want them executed publicly at dawn. We can't afford to let them become a threat in the future."

"As you command, my lord," the assassin said, bowing deeply before vanishing back into the shadows.

Aengus turned his gaze toward the grand Palace ahead, his expression as resolute as ever.