Lord of the Sky City

Having run for most of the night, Rocky, who didn't return until dawn, had slept for less than half an hour when Kyle awakened him. It was from this moment that he truly began the life of a soldier, a warrior.

The life of a soldier was not as comfortable as that of the City Lord, as most of the time was spent in training. Since he had joined the Fierce Tiger Squad, he naturally had to train with the team. The Fierce Tiger Squad was the most elite of the more than one hundred squads in the entire war zone, so you can imagine the intensity of their training.

For Rocky, it felt as though he had truly arrived in hell.

Because the Fierce Tiger Squad was the strongest, they had to get up earlier than everyone else every day. While the other warriors in the camp were still enjoying their last dreams, Rocky and the others in his squad would have already started their physical training amid Kyle's roars. This training would last until all the warriors in the camp were up, and then they would practice with everyone else.

When the physical training was over, it was time for collective exercises, which lasted the entire morning. Even in these group exercises, the intensity of the training that Rocky and the other team members endured was still far greater than that of others. The reason was simple because the Fierce Tiger Squad was the strongest, in battle, as in training.

At last, when the morning's drills finally came to an end, lunchtime was a rare moment of rest. But as soon as lunch was done, a new round of training would start. The training subjects varied widely, including group, team, and individual training, and this would last until sunset; only then would the day officially come to an end.

But that was for others. For Rocky and the members of the Fierce Tiger Squad, even after the routine training was done, the day was only apparently over, because Kyle would occasionally orchestrate sudden attacks. Just like the report Rocky received the night before, all team members had to undergo additional training at night.

Imagine what it must have been like for Rocky, who had never experienced this kind of life before, to suddenly enter this state of living?

So, two weeks passed quickly.

In these two weeks, Rocky's life was indescribably tough, but despite the hardship, the results were equally significant. After two weeks, he might not have been able to compete with the other team members in training, but at least compared to when he had first arrived, there was a noticeable improvement.

This was, of course, an excellent thing, but what puzzled Rocky was, why hadn't he been sent into battle?

After all, he hadn't come here for training but to participate in fighting. Two weeks had passed, yet he hadn't been allowed to fight even once. It would be one thing if there hadn't been any combat in these two weeks, but that was not the case. The Alliance Army and the Imperial Army had had several engagements during this period.

During this time, facing the Imperial Army, Wilton had become much more cautious, mainly adopting a defensive stance. In contrast to his caution, the Kafka Empire on the Imperial Side was more proactive.

After being stationed in the war zone, the Kafka Empire had incorporated the former Rebel Army into the Imperial Army. This move made the already formidable Imperial Army even more dominant, resulting in very proactive combat strategies.

However, even with this, the Alliance Army was still the Alliance Army. Even after incorporating the Rebel Army and becoming extremely potent, the Kafka Empire didn't dare be too aggressive facing Wilton's commanded Alliance Army. So, while there were skirmishes from time to time with the Empire usually initiating the attack, overall, there hadn't been any particularly intense battles. Both sides were mainly engaging in small frictions to test each other.

In these minor skirmishes, the Empire clearly had the advantage, with several small-scale conflicts ending with the Alliance Army retreating.

But don't underestimate these small victories. Whilst minor victories might seem trivial, they could accumulate over time. Once there are enough minor victories, the morale of the Imperial Army would be significantly boosted. Moreover, in this kind of large-scale war, even minor skirmishes could involve fleets of over a hundred ships. One or two such instances might not seem significant, but the cumulative cost could be enormous when repeated many times.

This was what made Rocky puzzled. Why wasn't he allowed to fight?

Rocky noted it was strange he was not allowed to go into battle, not that the Void Magic Corps weren't sent into battle. In these past two weeks, he had seen squadron after squadron of the Void Magic Squad leave the camp; some returned, others never reappeared.

This meant the Alliance Army was indeed deploying Void Magic Squads, just not him; nor had they deployed the so-called strongest, the Fierce Tiger Squad.

So, on this day, during the midday break, Rocky couldn't help but voice his concerns. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

"Why doesn't Giventer send our squad into battle?"

Having spent a long time with them, sharing meals, living quarters, and training, Rocky considered himself part of the Fierce Tiger Squad. Although the squad members might not fully accept him, they at least didn't reject him; Rocky also knew that since Giventer had placed him in this squad, he would surely be deployed with them when the time came, except that he would operate alone on the battlefield.

"There's no need for us to take action right now,"

As soon as he asked, Luca, the burly man he had met on his first day, replied gruffly.

"Not needed now?"

Rocky looked at Luca, his expression perplexed, "Isn't now the perfect time for us to take action? The Imperial Army has just heavily defeated the Alliance, and in recent skirmishes, we've mostly been on the losing side. Isn't this exactly when we should be fighting?"

"If we join in, help the Alliance win a few battles, wouldn't that boost everyone's morale considerably?"

At this, Rocky turned to look around.

It was the lunch hour, so the mess hall was packed with people, all Void Magic Warriors. Despite the crowd, the place was unusually quiet, nearly devoid of laughter. Everyone was eating in silence, at most whispering to the person next to them. This was hardly the demeanor you'd expect from a group of impassioned warriors. Clearly, the spirits were exceedingly low.

Therefore, Rocky felt that since the Fierce Tiger Squad was so strong, shouldn't they be fighting at a time like this? In minor conflicts, even if the squad wasn't truly the strongest, as long as they had half the strength they claimed, they could win any small-scale battle. A series of victories, even small ones, should be enough to lift the sagging morale, right?

However, no sooner had Rocky finished speaking than Clara, the only female warrior in the squad, retorted from across him.

Clara glanced at Rocky, her face cold, "What do you think we are?"

"I…"

Rocky was taken aback by Clara's question and furrowed his brow.