The kingdom of Inlo had remained patient for too long. The banners of their legions, once furled in times of uneasy peace, now fluttered fiercely in the cold winds of war. The call to arms had echoed across the nd, summoning warriors from the rolling pins, the thick forests, and the towering mountains. Every town and vilge, from the smallest hamlets to the grandest cities, emptied its warriors into the ranks of the kingdom’s grand army.
The Inlo Kingdom mobilized all its might—five to ten legions marching under the standard of their proud nation. At the head of each column rode the war chiefs, their gleaming armor catching the dying light of the sun as they thundered toward the mustering grounds. These leaders, comprising one percent of the total force, were men and women hardened by decades of battle, their horses bred for war, their eyes sharp with determination. They galloped ahead of their foot soldiers, their presence inspiring those who followed.
In the great city of Jinhara, the heart of Inlo’s military command, the full might of the kingdom was assembled. Tens of thousands of soldiers, their weapons polished and their armor strapped tight, stood in perfect formation. Each soldier, from the grizzled veterans of past wars to the fresh recruits eager for glory, understood the weight of the coming battle. They knew what was at stake—the future of their people, the honor of their ancestors, and the very soul of the kingdom.
General Yi Xuan, a man of unshakable resolve, stood atop a raised ptform overlooking the assembled legions. His presence commanded absolute silence. His voice, carried by the wind, reached every ear:
“The Fanism Empire marches upon us with fire and death. They seek to break our spirit, to reduce our nds to ash, to erase our names from history! But we are Inlo! We have repelled them before, and we shall cast them back into the abyss once more! The city of Anu has fallen, but we will not stand alone. We march for vengeance! We march for justice! We march for the kingdom!”
A deafening roar erupted from the legions. The sound rolled through the city like an earthquake, shaking the stones of Jinhara’s walls. War drums thundered to life, their deep, resonant beats marking the beginning of the campaign. The warriors of Inlo took their first steps toward destiny.
Over vast pins and through treacherous mountain passes, the legions advanced. Scouts reported enemy positions, and the commanders adjusted their formations accordingly. The kingdom’s cavalry, thousands strong, rode ahead to harress Lu Sang’s supply lines, cutting off reinforcements, and then began the siege around Anu. Archers trained in the art of warfare prepared their longbows, while engineers crafted devastating siege weapons to march towards their sacred city.
By the time the legions reached Anu, the siege had already ended for weeks. Smoke still lingered from the fires that had scorched the outer districts, and the once-proud city walls bore the scars of endless bombardment. The defenders, lying dead, many vomited at the sight of their reinforcements. The gates of Anu creaked open just enough to let the first wave of reinforcements flood inside, bolstering the weary warriors who had fought tooth and nail to keep their home from falling.
Lu Sang, now something more than human, stood atop a ruined tower, watching the arrival of the Inlo legions from afar. His transformation had granted him strength beyond mortal comprehension, yet even he knew that numbers mattered in war. The forces of the Fanism Empire had held firm, but could they withstand an entire kingdom’s wrath?
The battle for Anu began anew, a war of attrition and desperation. The legions of Inlo cshed with the corrupted forces of Lu Sang, their weapons meeting in a symphony of steel and blood. The war chiefs led charges that shattered enemy lines, while archers rained death from the ramparts. Siege weapons battered the invaders' encampments, and fire swept through their ranks.
But Lu Sang was not done. His Sinful reflection whispered in his mind, urging him to consume more power, to transcend the limits of flesh and become something far greater. As the battle raged and the cries of the fallen echoed through the night, the fate of Anu—and perhaps all of Inlo—hung in the bance.
Lu Sang summoned a demonic sword. His demonic sword whispered into his mind, urging him to kill to gain more power, to transcend the limits of the mortals repeatedly. He charged throughout battle raged, and the cries of the fallen death echoed for seven days, the fate of Anu has ended with a pyrrhic victory for Fanism Empire.
Lu Sang messaged news of his victory to his homend but got a demand to without to withdraw due to the queen gaining 5000 cultivation pills and 5 superior cultivation pills. As he arrived back, Pan Lian began showcasing the treaty where is a 300 year cease fire agreement, and they will supply a weekly tribute of cultivation pills as a means to an end. Then she said it amount matches the amount she got.
