I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space

Chapter 463: One Move

"They’re here..." Lord Kael’s voice came out low beneath the wind, almost swallowed by the distant rumbling spreading across the plains. His eyes remained fixed ahead while his body unconsciously tensed, every instinct inside him preparing for battle.

Yet none of them moved.

Not yet.

They waited.

For him.

The Great Rock Army continued advancing beneath the pale morning sky, and now that the distance had shortened further, the true scale of it became visible.

The battlefield looked drowned beneath golems.

As far as the eye could follow across the plains, there were only colossal figures marching endlessly forward, their movements shaking the earth beneath every step they took. Dust clouds rolled around their legs while the distant sound of stone grinding against stone echoed endlessly across the horizon.

There were many kinds among them.

Some were built from black stone.

Others from hardened earth or compressed sand.

Several appeared fused from multiple materials entirely.

Yet all of them shared the same monstrous shape massive bodies standing hundreds of feet tall, broad shoulders, long heavy arms hanging low beside them, glowing yellow eyes burning from deep within expressionless faces.

They looked dead.

Like giant corpses being forced to march.

And there were too many of them.

Even Lord Kharvek’s expression darkened while watching the advancing army.

"Each one of those constructs..." he murmured slowly, "possesses at least Seventh Rank strength."

His eyes narrowed further.

"Some are stronger."

And there were hundreds of thousands.

Perhaps more.

Even he could no longer properly estimate their number from this distance.

The sheer density of the approaching force made counting meaningless.

Then attention shifted upward.

Toward the sky.

The floating warships drifted silently above the marching golems like moving fortresses. Their enormous stone-metal bodies blocked portions of the morning light itself while gigantic cannon-like openings protruded from their fronts.

Lord Kael’s expression tightened immediately after seeing them clearly.

"So the stories were true..." he muttered.

His eyes remained locked onto the floating ships.

"I had heard the Empire possessed strange technologies beyond normal magical understanding... floating warships capable of firing concentrated elemental beams." His jaw clenched faintly. "But I never truly believed such things existed."

The gigantic cannon-mouths lining the ships looked unnatural enough by themselves.

If the stories were true

One direct strike from those weapons could carve through entire mountain ranges.

Permanently alter terrain.

Erase cities.

Kael’s fists slowly tightened.

Lady Veyra quietly stepped beside him, her expression equally grim.

"I am afraid the legends are accurate," she said softly while staring toward the approaching fleet.

There was visible fear in her eyes now.

Not fear for herself.

Fear for the kingdom behind them.

"Lord Razeal..." Her voice sharpened slightly. "We cannot allow those ships to approach much closer."

Her gaze moved briefly toward Silver Shield City behind them.

"If they attack directly while this close..." She paused. "No one inside the city will survive."

The others silently agreed.

Even from miles away, those floating warships radiated enough pressure to make seasoned warriors uneasy.

Then finally

Razeal moved.

Slowly, calmly, he rose into the air several feet above the wall itself. His silver hair shifted softly around him while his expression remained completely indifferent despite the approaching army.

His arms folded loosely across his chest.

Not tense or serious.

As though he still did not consider the approaching force worthy of concern.

"Chill guys.. Dont stress just stay behind me," he said calmly. "I’ll handle it."

Several expressions twitched after hearing that.

Then suddenly

Sofia floated upward beside him.

"You really want to do this again?" she asked lightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips while her ocean-blue eyes glanced toward the approaching warships. "You know... I could help."

The smile widened slightly afterward.

"It would be much faster if your wife joined in."

Razeal replied back without even turned his face toward her.

"You just want another excuse to show off."

Sofia gasped dramatically.

"Husband..." She placed one hand against her chest in fake offense. "You wound me."

Then her gaze drifted back toward the battlefield again.

"Though honestly..." she added casually, "Those ships do look fun to break."

Several nearby soldiers visibly stiffened after hearing that sentence spoken so lightly.

Razeal shook his head faintly.

"I said I’ll handle it."

Sofia tilted her head slightly.

"And what if I want to help anyway?"

Razeal slowly turned his face away from the approaching battlefield and looked toward Sofia again.

"I already said I’ll handle it," he replied, his tone flattening slightly with visible irritation now, as though he genuinely did not understand why she kept repeating the same thing.

Sofia floated calmly beside him, completely unaffected by his annoyance. One hand moved lazily through her long aqua-blue hair while the morning wind carried several loose strands behind her.

"I’m only saying this so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of this many people," she said innocently. "I’m trying to help you as your wife."

Several soldiers standing nearby suddenly found the distant battlefield extremely interesting.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"I said I can handle it."

Sofia’s lips curved upward immediately after hearing the repeated answer.

"If you could," she replied smoothly, "then you wouldn’t have spent this much time building all these little preparations for yourself."

Her eyes slowly drifted toward the gigantic Bone Wall stretching endlessly across the battlefield.

"What was it you called them?" she asked lightly. "Preparations?"

Then she looked back toward him again with a grin.

"I don’t need preparations for things like this."

She knew exactly what she was doing now.

And judging by the faint twitch appearing beneath Razeal’s left eye.

It was working perfectly.

"I only built those," he answered while trying very hard not to sound annoyed, "in case something slipped past me."

His voice remained controlled.

"Those defenses are there to protect the city from collateral damage. Not because I need them."

"Ohhh really?" Sofia tilted her head slightly while staring at him with obvious disbelief. "You aren’t lying to save your pride, right?"

Razeal stared at her for several seconds.

"Why would I lie?"

The twitch near his eye became slightly worse.

"It’s the truth." He folded his arms loosely across his chest now. "I just wanted to test my affinities properly."

Sofia slowly nodded as though accepting the explanation.

Then immediately ruined it.

"Well... whatever."

The smile on her face widened again.

"Personally, I still think I could clean this battlefield faster than you." Her eyes glinted slightly while looking at him sideways. "In one move, perhaps."

That finally made Razeal smirk faintly.

"Oh?" he said calmly. "I can do the same."

Sofia’s brows lifted.

"Confident."

"I’m simply stating facts."

She laughed softly at that.

"You sure about that?"

Now even Kael looked strangely invested in the conversation.

Sofia folded her arms again while floating lazily beside him.

"The how about.. You go first," she said. "If you fail to finish this in one move, then I make my move afterward." A playful glint appeared in her eyes. "Honestly, I’m getting bored standing here."

Razeal looked toward the battlefield again before glancing back toward her.

"Fine."

Then his eyes narrowed slightly.

"But if I do finish it..." His smirk deepened faintly. "You stop asking to join the battle afterward."

Sofia immediately shook her head with complete confidence.

"You won’t."

The certainty in her voice made several nearby soldiers glance awkwardly between the two of them.

Razeal’s chin lifted slightly afterward.

"Watch me."

The atmosphere between them somehow felt less like discussion and more like flirtation disguised as challenge.

Maria watched the entire exchange from nearby with increasingly visible irritation.

What exactly were these two even doing right now? Flirting?

The battlefield before them held an approaching war army capable of flattening kingdoms

And somehow these two were arguing like this in front of everyone.

Worse

They looked completely comfortable doing it.

Maria quietly exhaled through her nose, arms folded tightly beneath her chest while watching them float beside each other in the air.

The way Sofia looked at him.

The way Razeal answered her.

That stupid familiarity between them.

Annoying.

Deeply annoying.

If only she could properly use her powers already, she would not be forced to stand here feeling like dead weight while watching this nonsense unfold.

She silently cursed her current state once again.

Meanwhile, several people standing atop the wall no longer knew how they were supposed to react to these two.

An enemy force large enough to drown kingdoms was approaching.

Millions of constructs.

Great Saints.

Warships capable of erasing mountains.

And yet

Razeal and Sofia spoke to each other as though they were arguing over some harmless competition.

The contrast itself felt absurd.

If not for the fact that everyone standing there had already witnessed what both of them were capable of, several among the soldiers and officers would have genuinely assumed they had both lost their minds.

Because what exactly did they mean by "one move"?

Were they truly treating this like a contest?

Even Lord Kael silently found himself questioning reality at this point.

Yet no one spoke against them.

Because they remembered.

They remembered Sofia dragging destruction from the sky itself only hours earlier.

And Razeal...

Razeal had casually stopped millions of golems with a single spell before constructing an entire battlefield of living death afterward.

The terrifying part was that they still did not know his limits.

Not even close.

That uncertainty alone forced silence onto everyone present.

Meanwhile, Razeal finally looked away from Sofia and back toward the approaching army.

The smile faded from his face.

His crimson eyes slowly sharpened while the wind around the Bone Wall began moving differently once again.

"One move it is then," he said calmly.

Far beyond the battlefield, the giant golems continued advancing beneath the floating warships while the ground trembled endlessly beneath their weight.

Razeal slowly raised one hand toward the sky.

The others instinctively watched him.

Then

His lips curved faintly upward.

"Meteor Shower."

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