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First, there was the battle of demon annihilation, followed by the verbal battle between the thrones, overcoming one dark trial after another, Cyclone ultimately won the heart of his good wife Yuna.
Later, in Babecaner, Cyclone experienced his first taste of life.
And it was because of that experience that Cyclone arrived in Kakarl, not only to become a disciple, but also to embark on his own path of medicine.
After over a month of training, today, this evening, Cyclone transforms into the Grand General and will personally lead the charge.
Donning the general's uniform, unsheathing the Sword of Kings, Cyclone steps into the biggest battle of his life, the siege of the Seven Cities.
Beyond the continent, Cyclone surveys the seven cities in the distance.
Each city has its own unique architectural style, showcasing its local characteristics.
Some are cute, some sexy, some stunning, and some enchanting.
Seven cities, seven different beauties.
"General, sir!"
A soldier approaches to report.
"Speak!"
"The plan is going very smoothly. Following your brilliant strategy, the army has dispersed, and we've poisoned each city..."
"Get to the point!"
General Cyclone roars, frightening the reporting soldier.
"Y-yes, General. Right now, all seven cities are in a state of unconsciousness!"
"Good!"
Beside General Cyclone, a jester army advisor exclaims.
Wearing a jester mask, wielding a sage's staff, the world's foremost military advisor, Mr. Wise Turtle, may not be tall, but he is Cyclone's most trusted confidant, a sword in its own right.
After the soldier's report, Wise Turtle asks,
"How many of the soldiers have returned?"
"..."
"Speak!"
Faced with the soldier's hesitation, General Cyclone roars again.
"F-forty... forty thousand..."
"What?!"
General Cyclone turns around and Wise Turtle steps forward.
"General, let's not get agitated for now."
Comforting General Cyclone on one hand and gesturing for the soldier to retreat on the other, Wise Turtle continues,
"This battle was always risky, requiring the entire army to attack to barely render the seven cities in such a state."
Wise Turtle raises his head, looking up at the towering General Cyclone, and goes on to say,
"So, after just four short hours, having forty thousand soldiers able to return is indeed a stroke of good fortune!"
"It's...,"
General nods once, but Wise Turtle, as the sword of the general, already understands.
"I believe in your power, sir!"
Wise Turtle kneels down, shouting loudly,
"With the Sword of Kings in your hand, as long as our troops break through the city gates, the enemy will surely fall!"
"..."
General Cyclone swings his Sword of Kings left and right, feeling a hint of hesitation in his heart.
"For this world..."
"For this world!!"
With a tone firmer than General Cyclone's worrisome one, Wise Turtle speaks.
In response, General Cyclone smiles faintly.
"Wise Turtle~ Wise Turtle... even with only forty thousand soldiers returning, you still have such confidence?"
"Because I firmly believe, General, that you are the true king!!"
The old tortoise stood up and walked to General Cyclone's side.
Raising his sage staff high, he pointed towards seven distant cities.
"Do you see, General? The Goddess of Victory has already opened the gates for our army!"
General Cyclone gazed into the old tortoise's eyes, then looked out into the distance.
"Before sunrise..."
The old tortoise nodded.
"Yes, before sunrise."
General Cyclone reached out his right hand and patted the old tortoise's head.
"Hahaha~ It's great to have you with us!"
"Thank you, General!"
General Cyclone stepped past the old tortoise and walked to the front.
Lifting the Sword of Kings in his hand, he looked down upon one of the cities ahead.
"Good! No time to waste! Let's start with the nearest one!"
"Yes!"
"Give the command! Prepare the entire army!!"
