The beginning of a new war - Invading 401

After his last invasion of Kingdom 179, things were never the same for Phantom again. His family, his friends, and even his own kingdom began to suffer constant threats from different invaders.

Phantom left his mark everywhere he went, and now all those who were once victims of the Ghost of Death promised revenge. He knew his name would become famous after that invasion on the Kingdom 179, because no one had enough courage to test the strength of 6NK, but Phantom never imagined that the consequences of that attack would spread so far.

Phantom and his troops were finally ready to return to Kingdom 18, the place he called home. It was there that he kept his farms, his training fields, and everything he had built over the years. After so many battles and invasions in distant lands, returning to Kingdom 18 meant finding peace and safety, even if only temporarily.

In Kingdom 18, the days were usually calm. The sun rose slowly over the hills, and the sound of birds filled the air. Farms spread across the fields, with workers busy with their daily tasks, and the rhythm of life followed its peaceful course.

At the same time, the protectors of that kingdom were always alert, watching every movement, every shadow stretching across the horizon. It was during one of these moments of peace that one of his servants approached, face worried, bringing news that would shatter that tranquility.

“My lord, the farms are being scouted. There are strange movements across the hills,” he said, voice trembling and eyes wide.

That kingdom had spent decades without being invaded, and Phantom knew he had to protect that peace at all costs. Any conflict there would put entire families, farms, allies, and everything that sustained his strength at risk.

“Send one of our servants to follow those scouts. Find out who they are and where they came from. We cannot allow a war to fall upon our kingdom. I will go to them myself and deal with this with my army,” Phantom ordered.

He knew that, to protect his kingdom, he would have to take the war far away from there. And if necessary, he would eliminate any threat before it had the chance to reach Kingdom 18. It did not take long for his servant to return with new information.

“My lord, the scouts belong to the BAn alliance from Kingdom 401. Some of them are wearing their battle gear; they seem prepared to invade. Perhaps we should attack first and send a message before they get too close.”

Phantom thought for a few minutes and then ordered his troops to prepare for a new invasion.

What seemed like a quick and simple invasion became dangerous in a matter of seconds. The Kingdom 401 was protected by the ExF alliance, known for hunting down any intruder to the very end. Invading that territory meant risking everything.

Phantom was afraid, but he also carried the confidence of someone who had already survived dozens of quick attacks, the kind that leave no trace. And even if everything went wrong, he knew that his sacrifice would draw attention away from Kingdom 18, ensuring the safety of his home.

The next morning, before the sun had even risen, his troops were already in position. The first target was waiting for him.

“My lords, attack!”

Phantom did not have any information; he did not know the Asgard formation. But even attacking in the dark, Phantom’s elite cavalry managed to break through Asgasrd’s defenses, killing almost five million soldiers in the very first assault. The impact was brutal, and now, with the Ghost’s presence already detected, his troops prepare for another attack, fully aware that ExF could attack him at any moment.

Before even calculating the result of the first attack, Phantom ordered the survivors to advance again. A second and third attack were launched with the same speed and strength.

Asgard lost more than 12 million soldiers, although most of them were T1 and T3 troops. Even so, more than 8 million were still alive, desperately fleeing in search of refuge. But Phantom would show no mercy. Anyone who dared threaten his kingdom would pay the price, and Asgard would be no exception.

While preparing for the fourth attack, Phantom kept his eyes fixed on ExF’s movements. Any sign of mobilization could mean danger. But luckily, everything remained quiet.

“Lords, move! Asgard still has 8 million troops left, and I do not want a single one of them alive!” shouted Phantom.

Phantom only needed two more attacks to eliminate the remaining troops. And when the dust settled, there was no resistance left. Asgard, now without soldiers to protect him, fell to his knees and became a prisoner of the Ghost of Death.

“Now you are my prisoner. And I will take your head off to send a message. Anyone who dares threaten my family, my men, or my kingdom will be killed,” declared Phantom loudly, so everyone could hear.

Asgard was dead, but Phantom knew that victory did not mean the end. The moment he sheathed his sword, a distant sound caught his attention. Who was it?

Phantom felt his blood run cold. Someone else was there, watching his invasion. Someone who had waited patiently for the battle to end. One of his scouts returned, breathing heavily.

“My lord, we are not alone… another alliance is approaching.”

The wind grew heavier. The trees around them stood completely still. And Phantom, the Ghost of Death, realized that this war was far from over. Could he make it back home? Or was this only the first of many battles yet to come?

Winter was not over. And the next enemy was already on its way.