Arther slowly walked out of the room, stepping into the balcony.
He looked a bit shocked by what he saw.
A large white platform stood at least 20 meters above ground level.
"It's huge... why would such a massive platform be here?"
As he looked around, the view became clearer.
The room he was in was at least 25 meters high from the ground, and the palace itself stretched for at least half a kilometer from what he could see from the balcony.
The palace was surrounded by thick walls—about 105 meters in height.
They seemed to enclose an area beyond 3 square kilometers.
The distance from the main walls to his current position in a straight line would be at least 400 meters long.
The ground was covered by thick, white, solid material.
And the platform, only 105m × 105m in size, occupied just a small portion of the palace’s vast land.
"...Truly majestic," Arther pondered in his heart, feeling an aura and terror as if he were facing a million–strong army—though their individual strength was unknown.
Butler Harin showed a hint of amusement, disguised as a faint smile.
"This world is becoming harder and harder *not* to believe..." Arther said internally.
Then his eyes returned to the platform—it was actually covered by a transparent aura.
Butler Harin Lovarno waved his hand, and the aura dispersed.
Now, no longer hidden, the scene inside the platform was revealed.
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There were over **400 individuals**, all standing in strict, wide lines.
All of them shared the same height, though not the same face.
Each kept a distance of a lying person from the other.
Their right hands were all raised, emitting a **green aura**.
Their uniforms were noble and domineering—dark red with intricate patterns, and a badge smaller than a fist was pinned on each of their chests.
All 400 individuals had a **yellow-colored badge** with three stars arranged in a 'U' shape—top left, top right, and bottom middle.
Arther’s mouth hung open, barely able to speak.
"What... is this? Is this what’s called an army—a legion?"
As someone from modern Earth who had never seen even a single parade, he was both **amazed and slightly terrified** by their aura.
Then, he noticed a peculiar figure—a woman.
Standing on a small stage-like area at the center of the platform, she wore an elegant attire.
Unlike the others’ dark red, hers was **dark purple**, noble and commanding.
Her badge was **golden-yellowish**, accompanied by a faint golden aura swirling gently from top to bottom of the badge.
It didn’t overshadow the badge but instead made it even more dignified and outstanding.
The badge had only **one star**—at the bottom middle—and that single star was the source of the swirling golden aura.
Abruptly, the woman glared at Arther with a **domineering and serious gaze**, before sweeping her eyes across the army.
Her cold, steel-like eyes widened slightly as she looked at the sky—as if giving a silent command.
Immediately, the 400 soldiers’ green aura spread downward from their hands to their feet.
Then, **green light beams** shot upward in unison from their raised hands.
The lights pierced the sky, tearing through the clouds.
The once-silent sky now glowed with a **green radiance**, like sunlight—but green.
A deep, swirling sound echoed from the ground.
An **ancient and majestic yellow circle** began to grow from the center of the 400-man square formation.
Arther, witnessing this bizarre scene, muttered,
"What... am I witnessing? The descent of heaven, or the fall of hell?"
The yellow was not golden, but a **pure, ancient yellow**—pushing the color to its extreme, older than wealth itself.
The circle rapidly expanded, spreading across the surroundings.
Then, the green beams stopped soaring into the sky and were retracted by the army.
The circle expanded faster, completely covering the 400 personnel in less than eight seconds.
The smell of rust and burnt wood filled the air as the formation charged with power.
Then the 400 raised their **left hands**, their former green aura replaced by the same **ancient yellow** from the formation.
In perfect unison, they widened their left palms.
Suddenly, a massive surge of yellow light erupted from beneath them, forming a **half-round barrier**—its highest point reaching nearly 80 meters above the ground.
The formation pulsed—rapidly shrinking and expanding back to its original size in rhythm.
Then, the 400 soldiers clenched their right fists, which had remained motionless from the start.
They pointed them at a 60° angle in the same direction.
A tremendous amount of ancient yellow aura surged toward their fists.
After eight seconds of rapid energy gathering, they abruptly opened their right palms—releasing the stored power—
—but instantly, each soldier **materialized a staff**, grabbing it without hesitation.
They pointed their staffs toward the dispersing energy in the same direction they had aimed their fists.
Violent waves of invisible force burst from every individual.
The swirling yellow energy was forced together, cornered, and condensed by that invisible might.
Then, under the army’s unified control, the gathered yellow energy shot into the sky as countless **beams of ancient light**, piercing upward like harpoons or pilum.
They were **identical**, each beam carrying immense force—
turning the gentle breeze into violent, whirling winds.
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**End of Chapter 9**
