I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The resistance army surged forward with the determination that seems like burning fire. Their ranks moving like a single entity across the desolate, rocky terrain from the portal.

Renna and her team worked quickly, securing the massive siege crossbow into position atop a makeshift platform of reinforced stone and salvaged steel.

The shimmering arrow they prepared was unlike any conventional weapon they been using until now. It radiated a faint pulsating glow, its tip made of metal extracted from the enemy's stolen technology and Magic they preserved from the artifact they carried.

"Steady, steady!" Renna barked at her crew, her voice cutting through the rising din.

Her sharp eyes darted between the siege weapon and the approaching enemy forces. The resistance fighters formed a protective perimeter around her, their resolve unwavering despite the ominous sound of distant war machines rumbling to life.

From the mountain, the invaders had already noticed the resistance army's presence. Alarms blared across the fortress, echoing through the mountain.

Red warning lights flickered along the sheer black walls as the gates began to open. Flying machines swarmed out like angry hornets, their sleek forms gleaming under the harsh sunlight.

On the ground, heavily armored war vehicles rolled forward, bristling with weaponry, while lines of black-clad soldiers marched in formation, their boots hammering against the rocky earth.

Eccar stood near Commander Varok, his gaze fixed on the advancing enemy forces. The tension in the air was very thick.

"They're bringing out everything," he muttered.

Varok's expression was grim.

"Let them come." He raised his sword high, its blade shimmering faintly with runic light. "Brogar's squad, to the vanguard! Protect the siege weapon at all costs!"

A deafening roar of acknowledgment erupted from the soldiers as Brogar that now clad in molten black armor and towering in front of his troops, stepped forward.

His squad followed close behind, each warrior gripping their weapons with iron determination. Brogar's massive war axe glinted ominously as he turned to his squad.

"Hold the line!" he bellowed, his deep voice cutting through the chaos. "Not one step back!"

The vanguard charged ahead with speed they don't have before whent they fight and meeting the enemy head-on. The clash was instant and brutal. Artifact blinking behind them and giving them Magic buff.

The ground shook as the resistance forces collided with the invader's front lines. Sparks flew as weapons clashed, and the air was filled with the shouts of warriors and the screech of metal grinding against metal.

The invaders don't have time to shoot because of the instaneous speed and forced to use their melee.

Brogar's axe cleaved through enemy soldiers with terrifying ease. Each of his swing sending a shockwave that staggered those nearby.

Above them, the flying machines dove toward the battlefield and unleashing volleys of energy blasts that sent chunks of rock and dirt flying.

Resistance Mages positioned at the rear raised their staffs, conjuring shimmering barriers of light to protect the soldiers below. The shields held firm under the onslaught, but the strain on the Mages was evident.

"Renna, how long?" Eccar asked, his voice barely audible over the din of battle.

Renna didn't look up from her work, her hands deftly adjusting the siege weapon's mechanisms. "A few more moments! Just keep them off us!" Stay tuned for updates on empire

Eccar nodded, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward the fray. His claws extended as he then decided to leap into action and landing amidst the invaders with a thunderous impact.

His presence alone sent ripples of fear through the enemy ranks. With a ferocious roar, he unleashed a torrent of Earth manipulation attack, the earth under them solidifying into razor-sharp shards that cut through the enemy soldiers and vehicles alike.

The resistance's morale surged as they witnessed Eccar's destructive power.

"Dragonborn! The Dragonborn is with us!" they chanted, rallying behind him.

But the enemy was relentless. War vehicles plowed through the battlefield, their heavy cannons firing explosive rounds that tore through resistance formations.

One of the vehicles aimed its weapon at the siege weapon's platform, a deafening whir signaling an imminent shot.

"Incoming!" someone shouted.

Eccar reacted instantly and creating a wall of earth to absorb the blast.

BOOM!

The explosion sent shockwaves rippling outward, but the siege weapon remained unharmed.

"Renna!" Eccar shouted.

Renna's team finished loading the shimmering arrow, and the weapon hummed with energy. She stepped back, her voice rising above the chaos.

"Ready to fire!"

With a deafening

thwomp

, the siege weapon launched the arrow. It streaked through the air like a falling star, its glowing tip aimed directly at the towering iron gate of Blackrock Pass. All eyes turned skyward as the projectile closed in on its target.

BOOM!

The moment of impact was cataclysmic. The arrow struck the gate with a huge explosion, the runes carved into its surface igniting in a cascade of blinding light.

The ground trembled violently as the shockwave ripped through the mountain, tearing the gate from its hinges and sending debris raining down.

A stunned silence fell over the battlefield as the dust began to settle. Then, Commander Varok's voice rang out.

"Forward! Breach their defenses and take the pass!"

After seeing what just happened and can see that the weapon managed to destroy the gate, with renewed determination the resistance surged ahead, charging through the shattered gate.

But high above, in one of the flying machines, the muscular man watching the battle chuckled darkly.

"Interesting," he murmured, his grin widening. "Let's see how far you can get."

The muscular man, known as

Krevak the Executioner

, the one who tasked for leading the invasion in this world, watched the battlefield below from the flying machine.

His crimson eyes glowed as he studied the chaos, a cruel grin stretching across his scarred face.

He had been waiting for this moment, for a worthy opponent. The sight of Eccar, who they called the Dragonborn, tearing through his forces with earth manipulating power ignited something primal within him.

"Finally," he muttered. He turned to the soldiers within the craft. "I'm going down."

The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.

One of them dared to speak. "My lord, is that—"

"Do not question me," Krevak growled. "This battle deserves my personal touch. Stay here and observe."

Without waiting for a response, Krevak stepped to the edge of the craft, the wind whipping violently around him.

He leaped out and plummeting toward the battlefield like a meteor.

Krevak's impact was catastrophic. He landed in the heart of Brogar's vanguard, the force of his descent sending a shockwave through the ground.

Resistance soldiers were flung into the air like ragdolls, their armor shattered and weapons sent flying. Dust and debris billowed outward, shrouding the area.

As the dust settled, Krevak stood tall in the middle of the shattered formation. His towering frame was wrapped in jagged, obsidian-like armor, and his every movement radiated aura of power. Strange Magic energy crackled around him like lightning.

Brogar was the first to recover, his molten-black armor dented but intact. He rose to his feet, gripping his massive war axe with both hands.

"You dare to face me?!" he bellowed, his voice filled with fury.

Krevak's grin widened. "You? No. You're nothing but a warm-up."

Before Brogar could react, Krevak surged forward with blinding speed. His armored fist collided with Brogar's chest, sending the warrior hurtling backward like a broken doll. Brogar crashed into a formation of resistance soldiers, his impact leaving a crater in the rocky ground.

The remaining vanguard hesitated for a moment.

Krevak's laughter echoed across the battlefield. "You're just bunch of pathetic creatures."

Then his gaze locked onto Eccar.

The Dragonborn stood a short distance away. Eccar had felt Krevak's presence the moment the warlord landed. It was a surge of Magic energy that feels pretty strongg. It was raw, destructive, and brimming with bloodlust.

"You!" Krevak said, pointing at Eccar. "You're different. I've been waiting for someone like you."

Eccar stepped forward, the ground beneath him rippling with his power. "You looking for a fight? you've found it."

The tension between them was palpable.

Around them, the battlefield seemed to pause. Resistance soldiers and invaders alike stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the confrontation between the two titans.

Krevak cracked his knuckles, the energy around him intensifying. "Good. Show me what you're made o."

Without warning, Krevak charged, his movements a blur of speed and strength. Eccar met him head-on. Their clash creating a shockwave that shook the battlefield.

The ground split beneath them as Krevak's fists met Eccar's claws, sparks flying from the collision of Magic-infused power.

Eccar pushing back against Krevak's strength. But Krevak was not going to let this slide so he immediately attack again with strikes that coming faster and harder with every passing second.

Eccar retaliated with a surge of Earth Magic, the ground beneath Krevak erupting into jagged spikes. But Krevak leaped effortlessly over the attack, landing behind Eccar and delivering a crushing kick that sent the Dragonborn skidding across the rocky terrain.

"Is that all you've got?!" Krevak taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on! Show me your true power!"

Eccar standing up and grinned like a wild beast. "You'll regret asking for that."

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