Blood Elf Monarch

Tristan was confident that he would be able to finish them all himself. It definitely would not be easy, but with his undying body, he believed that it was possible.

Now, added with the three wizards and the dozens of Kingsblade members, he would make sure that these space knights would not survive this battle.

Judging from the way the captain spoke, Tristan knew that the captain also understood this. 

"Tristan! You and your Arcadian men better listen! We, the Omega Empire, are not to be trifled with! My men and I here are just grains of sand compared to our empire! We are the most fearsome force to meet in this war! Offend us and your little planet will perish!" Jenkins warned with great effort.

Tristan only sneered at his warning. He did not know what that warning was to Jenkins. Who knows, it might be an actual warning or it might just be to stall time, but to him, it seemed like a desperate attempt to save himself and his men.

Tristan did not bother concealing his expression or the sort, so how could Jenkins not notice? Seeing this, Jenkins continued,

"Don't be fooled! Within days, our armada will arrive here, and when it does, there will be at least 10 times the force you saw today! Carefully think about it, how do you think they'll respond to your choice!? You can't afford to offend us!"

Tristan was slightly taken aback by his remark about the armada, but this time, he managed to hold himself from showing anything. As if to mock Jenkins, he simply asked,

"Do you really think that will help you now?"

But unlike how Tristan reacted to Jenkins' words, Tobias, the old wizard, became hesitant. At first, he wanted to leave this matter fully to Tristan, but Jenkins' words did not allow him to simply stay still and listen.

"My king, this matter is… I think… we really should probably discuss this with Callan first, I am sure he has some…"

Tristan did not allow the old wizard to continue his words. He instantly rebuked, 

"Old man, have you gone senile!? They came down and attacked us even though we didn't do anything to provoke them! Do you think that it will be any different next time? Do you really!? I say we show them that we are not someone to be trifled with either!"

The old man was rendered speechless. He lowered his gaze, seriously thinking about Tristan's words. None of what Tristan said was wrong.

Tristan then slowly walked approaching the space knights. As if to remind them, he announced, "Your ships are destroyed and you're all stuck here with us. You can't run nor hide! I'll say it once again; surrender now or die!"

At that moment, the thousand Arcadian knights of the red division arrived, followed by the rest of the Kingsblade fighters. Among them, there were also Tristan's companions: Serene, Herera, and Ghrall. 

With this, Jenkins' side had been completely surrounded.

In contrast to Tristan's side, Jenkins' only had 30 space knights left standing and about 200 space troopers. There were probably some more they had not seen inside the ships, but even if that was the case, with the number their side had, Tristan was confident that the opposing side would not be able to do anything.

"So, Captain, what do you say?" Tristan asked one more time as he casually walked closer to them, making the space knights and space troopers more nervous with each step.

Jenkins was not much different. Seeing Tristan getting closer, he quickly warned, "If any of you take even a step closer, I'll have you all shot!"

As the captain said those words, all three turrets began to move and targeted the surrounding area, aiming at the forces who were surrounding them.

Undaunted, Tristan did not stop walking. He only stopped when they were only a few steps away.

In a voice enough only for the two to hear, he said to Jenkins, 

"Captain, you see, this is the difference between us. I don't really care about the lives of my men, but you… your actions so far have proven how much you do. So keep this in mind: Make one wrong move and your men will die. As for your three big guns..."

A thin cloud of mist suddenly came out of Tristan's hand. Jenkins was briefly puzzled, but realization quickly dawned on him. Too bad for him, when he realized what it was, it was already too late.

Everyone on the scene was surprised to see all three turret guns simultaneously move to change their target. But unlike before where they moved to target the Arcadians, this time, the turret guns moved to target Jenkins' back, toward the 200 space troopers.

Seeing this, the captain's face quickly paled. 

"No! How did you…?!"

"Captain, don't tell me you forgot. It's like you said before; a mind-control spell. I can't believe you're so stupid, to leave your turrets to such weak-minded people despite knowing that your enemy can control minds. Shame."

This was the reason Tristan kept walking closer to them; he wanted to use his [Blood Seal] at the three troopers who manned the turret guns. As soon as he noticed that those turrets were man-driven, the thought instantly came to him.

In a louder voice, Tristan seriously said, "You turrets are now mine. If you don't give up now, I will make sure all of your knights and troopers will die!"

Although it seemed that those words were only directed at Jenkins, they were also for the space knights and troopers to hear.

The marshal could not accept it. He leashed out, ready to kill Tristan, but just as he was about to attack, Jenkins' commanding voice could be heard.

"Marshal!"

Hearing this, the marshal immediately halted and unwillingly backed down.

Tristan grinned when he saw the captain's response. "You are a smart man, Captain. Tell your men to lay down their weapons and I will be merciful."

The marshal was so enraged that he shouted straight away, "Captain! Don't you do it! I'd rather we all die in a fight! We are ready!!"

The captain, however, did not respond. He only looked at the wounded and dying men behind him. These knights and 200 troopers were his responsibility.

To quickly close the deal, Tristan asked Tobias for a god stone binding, something the old man used on him before. And as expected, the great wizard indeed had it on him.

"Wear this on your hand and surrender and I will not kill your men. Like you said, I will need you as a bargaining chip when your armada comes, so you can rest assured."

"Don't you do it, Captain!! Don't!!!" the marshal at the back shouted toward him once again.

"I'm sorry, Marshal, but we've lost."

With those words, the captain wore the binding bracelet. And with that, he should be unable to cast any spells.

Seeing Jenkins' actions, Tristan silently laughed. Even so, despite how favorable the situation was to him at the moment, he knew that he had not completely won yet. To make sure that everything would go smoothly, he shouted to Jenkins' knights and troopers:

"Your leader has surrendered! All of you, put down all your weapons, now!"

"Captain! This is not the way of the space knights!" the marshal shouted, his heart filled with unwillingness. However, the captain only stayed silent for a moment before saying, "This is my decision, Marshal."

The marshal reluctantly let go of his large hammer and his gun and dropped them to the ground, and the rest of the space knights followed suit.

Tristan, however, was not satisfied. With discontent, he shouted,

"Your suits are also considered weapons, are they not!"

Although filled with indignation, the space knights helplessly opened up their suits and climbed out of them one by one. With them out of their suits, Tristan noticed that compared to the troopers, these space knights did look quite different. Other than the implants they had, their bodies were mostly larger. It certainly reminded Tristan about Chieng.

Tristan had successfully made all 200+ enemy units surrender. This scene made Tobias feel a new level of respect toward Tristan. Of course, it was not only him. The present Arcadian knights as well as Kingsblade members were also witnesses to this.

They were filled with disbelief as they witnessed their new king single-handedly tearing down the enemy's entire ship with ease. 

But Tristan did not stop there. He walked toward the marshal, who had been glaring at him with killing intent since they were forced to surrender. With a deliberate condescending look on his face, Tristan commanded the marshal,

"You, kneel!"

As expected, the marshal was not willing. With unconcealed loathing, the marshal spat toward him and refused, "Over my dead body!"

Tristan only smiled in response. Without hesitation, he swiftly swung his blood sword and chopped the marshal's head off.