Earth's Alpha Prime-394. Fiend Intruders

Chapter 394: Fiend Intruders

The two Frame Fields continued to grind against each other, neither side giving an inch.

The black mist of the DOOM FIELD pulsed like a living storm, while the golden-white radiance of the LUMEN FIELD blazed brighter, splitting through the haze only to be swallowed again.

Lucian’s confident smirk slowly faltered. He hadn’t expected Melene to become this strong and she was ten years younger than him.

The realization was enough to stir irritation.

Then, with a sharp exhale, he thrust both hands forward.

Golden-white colored Lumen Energy, flooded out of him, doubling the LUMEN FIELD’s strength in an instant.

With the energy consumption spiked, his LUMEN FRAME blazed with brilliance, the radiant lines along its surface pulsing in unison with his heartbeat.

Melene didn’t back down. Her expression hardened as the DOOM FIELD began to waver. Her body trembled slightly from the strain, but her resolve refused to break.

She poured even more of her Doom Energy into her Frame, feeding it relentlessly until the DOOM FIELD grew denser and darker. The surrounding darkness thickened, shifting and churning until it resembled liquid shadow.

The clash continued in a stalemate for a while, until Lucian’s longer years of cultivation, and his greater energy reserves began to show their effect.

The LUMEN FIELD started pushing back the DOOM FIELD, golden light bleeding into the darkness.

Melene bit down on her lip, a trickle of blood running down her chin as the pressure mounted. Yet she refused to yield.

Instead, she began activating her Frame’s ultimate ability, DOOM GRAVE, an attack so powerful it could harm even herself in the process.

But just as she was about to unleash it, that could even harm herself, a sharp voice struck like thunder.

“Enough!”

The Doom Dragon Clan Elder’s hand shot forward. Black chains of energy emerged from his palm, wrapping around Melene’s arm and freezing her movement before pulling her back. The same instant, his power suppressed her DOOM FRAME completely.

The space fell silent.

He turned his gaze toward Lucian, his tone steady but cold. “Control your tongue, boy.”

Lucian didn’t reply, but that small smirk never left his face.

The air between the two clans was thick with tension, stirring the other factions into constant chatter and endless speculation.

Just then, Elder Sia’s expression shifted. Her pale eyes narrowed as she looked into the distance, sensing something that made her entire body stiffen.

She shouted in panic, fear for her life visible in her eyes. “Fiend Sovereigns! They’ve surrounded us!”

Her shout snapped every head toward her. The other Clan Elders, each a Sovereign themselves, instantly extended their senses.

A heartbeat later, grim realization settled over all of them. It was true.

They were surrounded, and not by a few. The number of Fiend Sovereigns was twice their own.

Before long, the vastness of space rippled, and twenty-one colossal figures emerged from the darkness, each towering hundreds of meters tall.

Their crimson eyes burned with malice, fangs jutting beneath snarling maws, and pairs of fiery horns spiraled high above their heads. Their monstrous forms encircled the gathered Hegemonies, cutting off every possible route of escape.

The tallest among them stepped forward. A pale, slender figure holding an ancient tome bound in what looked like blackened flesh.

His presence alone pressed down on space itself. The oppressive weight made the younger generation buckle to their knees, gasping for breath under the crushing pressure.

The clan Elders’ faces darkened. Every one of them recognized that figure.

Tritos.

If it had been any other Sovereign, they might have held onto a sliver of hope. But it was Tritos, one of the most powerful Fiend Sovereigns known across the Universe.

Their chances of survival had just plummeted to nearly zero.

Elder Sia felt a chill crawl down her spine when she realized his gaze was locked directly on her.

A faint, amused smile tugged at his lips as he spoke, “Hoh? Someone managed to detect us even through my Dream Camouflage… Interesting. The Concord Pavilion, is it?”

Her breath caught.

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Even as a Tier-10 Low-Phase, Elder Sia knew her odds were nonexistent. Between Low and Peak phases of Tier-10, the gap was like heaven and earth.

At Tier-10, even a single phase meant a world of power apart. And to make matters worse, fighting a Fiend Sovereign was far more difficult than facing another being of equal rank. It was common knowledge accepted across the universe.

And Tritos was not just any Fiend. His infamy ran so deep that most of the Sentinel Sovereigns hesitated to face him directly.

For the first time, Elder Sia silently cursed her own talent; her heightened perception had only served to draw the attention of such a dangerous individual.

But to her relief, his eyes soon shifted away from her. Tritos tilted his head upward, staring into the depths of space.

His next words rumbled like a storm, “How long do you two plan to keep hiding up there?”

The statement sent a ripple of confusion through the gathered clans.

This left many puzzled as to whom he was speaking to. Confusion spread among them, mixed with the growing fear for their lives.

This was especially true for the younger members of the Hegemonies. They had lived their entire lives protected and privileged, never once facing Fiends directly or clashing alongside the Sentinels.

It was the Sentinels alone who stood against the Fiend Race, protecting all life, at least, as much as they could.

After a tense moment of silence, space itself split apart with a sharp, echoing tear. From the rift, two figures stepped into view.

One wore an emerald robe, a sword slung across his back, and a blindfold covering his eyes.

The other was clad in indigo armor that covered his entire body except for his head. His eyes glowed faintly, and a pair of heavy gauntlets adorned his fists.

What they shared in common were the halos hovering above their heads, the System Halos.

Neither required an introduction. Every Elder present recognized them instantly.

“That’s… the Blind Sentinel… and the Martial Sentinel…” one Elder whispered, disbelief and relief mixing in his tone.

Another followed, his voice trembling slightly. “Heavens are watching over us… we’re saved.”

The gathered Hegemonies and their elders exhaled in releif, watching the two Sentinels with reverent awe.

The Martial Sentinel stepped forward, his voice ringing across the vast space like thunder.

“You dare trespass into Sentinel Territory, Tritos? Are you Fiends looking to start a full-fledged war?”

The Fiend General Tritos remained composed as he replied with a tone of effortless calm, “Depends…”

The Martial Sentinel’s eyes narrowed. “Depends on what?” 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

“Depends on whether you’re willing to hand over the Bloodline Realm to us.”

A heavy silence fell.

Both Sentinels’ expressions hardened. Ever since the news of the Bloodline Realm’s imminent unsealing, the Sentinel Order had been on high alert, anticipating retaliation from the Fiend Race.

Their predictions had proven right.

The Fiends had grown increasingly aggressive along the territory borders, with battles erupting almost daily. Their relentless assaults forced an all-hands-on-deck situation, leaving the Sentinel Sovereigns stretched thin across the front lines.

The very source of all that tension, the Bloodline Realm, was said to contain countless bloodlines, some even rumored to be from the Prehistoric Era.

The Fiend Race, who once waged genocidal wars and erased countless bloodlines in their hunger for dominance over the Universe, would never allow those bloodlines to resurface and challenge their authority.

Given the immense significance of the Bloodline Realm, and the advantage it could grant the Sentinel Order against the Fiends, the Martial Sentinel, one of the highest-ranking Sentinels, was stationed to ensure it didn’t fall into the hands of Fiends.

As for the Blind Sentinel, he was present there only because he had been assigned to protect and escort the eighty Sentinel Trainees, each under a hundred years old, chosen to enter the Bloodline Realm.

Neither he nor the Martial Sentinel had anticipated that the Fiends would trespass this deep into Sentinel territory, let alone with such overwhelming numbers.

Yet here they were, twenty Fiend Sovereigns, led by none other than the Fiend General Tritos.

The number of Sentinels who had fallen by his hand alone was greater than those slain by all other Fiends combined in the last hundred thousand years.

That fact alone spoke volumes about the scale of devastation he could unleash.

The two Sentinels exchanged a brief, knowing glance. Reinforcements were out of the question. Every other Sentinel Sovereign was stationed at critical borders to repel Fiends. Here, they were on their own.

Yet, neither of them faltered.

The Martial Sentinel raised both fists, gauntlets gleaming with condensed Energy. He struck them together with a deafening metallic clang that sent shockwaves rippling through the void.

His voice boomed like thunder.

“The Bloodline Realm isn’t for the taking. If you think you can seize it, then go ahead… try.”

Tritos’s smirk widened, his crimson eyes glimmering with malice.

“Gladly…”

He lifted a hand, revealing a dark sphere swirling with tiny pinpricks of light, like a captured galaxy. The moment he crushed it, a soundless explosion spread outward, forming a spherical barrier that expanded at terrifying speed, sealing off the battlefield for millions of kilometers in every direction.

The Blind Sentinel’s connection to the Space Law wavered, like static interference cutting through his mind.

Even among those with Grade-10 Space Talents, his control and mastery over space was almost unparalleled. Yet now, it felt as though the very fabric of space had been shackled.

With that, all his spatial-related abilities were suppressed by ninety percent.

Then, the Martial Sentinel’s voice rang in his mind, ‘Junior Brother Dutan, that’s a Space-Suppression Artifact. Judging by its power, it must be a relic from one of the Prehistoric Era ruins. They’ve come well prepared. Can you hold off the other Fiends? I’ll handle Tritos myself.’

The Blind Sentinel steadied his composure and nodded silently.

“Understood, Senior Brother. I’ll stall the rest.”

The Martial Sentinel gave a brief nod and he then disappeared, the space around him imploding with sheer force as he shot toward Tritos like a comet.

And so it began, Two Sentinels against twenty-one Fiends.

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