I Breathe Euro-Chapter 231: White Tiger Corp’s.

The battlefield lay silent, the remnants of the Shadow King’s once-feared army reduced to scattered shadows dissolving into the void. The Elves and Dwarves celebrated, their cheers echoing across the vast underground caverns and enchanted forests.

Jack stood tall, his Anti-Matter Rifle cooling down from the final shot that had annihilated the Shadow King.

But he knew better than to celebrate just yet.

The war had ended too easily. Too cleanly.

And his suspicions were confirmed just days later.

A new darkness stirred—one that had been lying in wait, watching, planning.

From the deepest corners of the Shadow Realm, a new force emerged.

The Kobold Warlords.

And this time… the battle was far from over.

The Elven scouts returned with grim expressions. Their leader, a sharp-eyed warrior named Vaelith, bowed before Jack, his face pale.

"Sir Jack… it’s worse than we feared."

Jack’s gaze hardened. "Speak."

Vaelith took a deep breath before uttering the words no one wanted to hear.

"The Kobolds have joined the Shadow Army."

A heavy silence filled the war room. The Elven Queen’s eyes widened, and the Dwarven King slammed his fist on the stone table.

"Damn it!" he cursed. "Those scaled beasts are nothing but trouble!"

Jack frowned.

Kobolds—small but terrifyingly intelligent reptilian warriors.

Unlike the mindless undead and twisted monstrosities the Shadow King had commanded before, Kobolds were different.

They were organized. They were tactical.

And most importantly—they were warriors.

"How many?" Jack asked.

Vaelith hesitated before answering.

"At least… two million strong."

The weight of the words settled over the room.

Jack clenched his fists.

This wasn’t just a war anymore.

This was an invasion.

The first attack came swift and brutal.

Jack barely had time to react before the outer defenses of the Dwarven Kingdom were obliterated overnight.

Dwarven soldiers, clad in their mighty steel armor, were ambushed by creatures half their size but twice as deadly.

The Kobolds moved like a hive, their sheer numbers overwhelming entire regiments. They wielded strange, dark weapons, infused with what Jack could only assume was forbidden Shadow Magic.

Boom!

A Kobold demolisher cannon blasted through a watchtower, reducing it to rubble.

"They have advanced weaponry! HOW?!" Jack shouted as he pulled out his own revolver, firing into the incoming horde.

The answer was clear.

The Shadow King had prepared for this war far before his fall.

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And the Kobolds had simply been waiting for the right moment.

Jack’s mind raced.

They weren’t just brutes.

They were engineers.

And that made them a far bigger threat.

The Dwarven King, clad in golden armor, roared across the battlefield.

"DEFEND THE WALLS! HOLD THE LINE!"

Cannons thundered, sending waves of fire into the incoming hordes. The Elves stood side by side with the Dwarves, letting loose a hailstorm of arrows.

But it wasn’t enough.

For every Kobold that fell, ten more replaced it.

Jack gritted his teeth, switching tactics immediately.

"Deploy the Artillery Forts! Cut off their supply chains! Target the siege engines!"

The Movable Forts Jack had designed whirred to life, massive mechanical beasts rolling forward, raining hellfire on the advancing enemy.

For a moment—just a moment—the battle turned.

Until they arrived.

From the distance, five figures emerged.

They were larger than any Kobold Jack had ever seen, standing as tall as humans, their scales gleaming like polished obsidian.

Each one radiated a terrifying aura.

They weren’t just commanders.

They were Warlords.

The battlefield fell silent.

Then, without a word, they charged.

The first tore through the ranks like a living hurricane, dual blades slicing through metal and flesh alike.

The second let out a deafening roar, unleashing a wave of dark fire that engulfed an entire platoon.

The third raised a staff, summoning a storm of Shadow Arrows that pierced through every defense Jack had built.

The fourth…

Jack locked eyes with him.

A massive, armor-clad Kobold wielding a war hammer the size of a boulder.

His eyes burned with intelligence.

And in that moment, Jack knew.

This was their leader.

The Shadow General.

The two warriors stood face to face, the battlefield raging around them.

The Shadow General grinned, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

"So… you’re the one who killed my master."

Jack didn’t respond. Words were useless now.

Instead, he aimed his Anti-Matter Rifle and fired.

BOOM!

The General dodged.

Jack’s eyes widened. That was impossible.

No one had ever dodged an Anti-Matter blast before.

Before he could react, the General was upon him.

A hammer swung toward Jack’s head at blinding speed.

CLANG!

Jack barely managed to block with a reinforced energy shield, but the impact sent him flying backward, crashing through a stone pillar.

Pain flared through his ribs. That hit had almost killed him outright.

Jack coughed, spitting out blood.

This opponent…

Was on an entirely different level.

The battle dragged on, each side refusing to fall.

The Dwarves and Elves fought valiantly, pushing the Kobold Army back step by step.

Jack struggled to stand, wiping blood from his lips. He had to win this.

Or the entire kingdom would fall.

The Shadow General approached him slowly, hammer resting on his shoulder.

"You’re strong, human." He grinned. "But you’re not strong enough."

Jack clenched his fists.

He wasn’t done yet.

Not even close.

This war was far from over.

The battlefield was unrecognizable.

Smoke choked the sky, turning day into a permanent twilight. Fires raged across the ruins of what was once the proud capital of the Dwarven Kingdom. The air reeked of blood, ash, and the overwhelming stench of death.

Jack stood at the highest watchtower, surveying the carnage below with clenched fists. They had lost.

Even with all his advancements—even with the artillery, the fortresses, and the advanced weaponry—they had been overwhelmed.

The Kobolds weren’t just an army. They were a tide.

A five-million-strong horde, stretching beyond the horizon, crushing everything in their path.

And Jack?

Even as a super genius, even as someone who had introduced advanced technology to a medieval world, he couldn’t change the outcome.

They had been utterly defeated.

It had started as a slow retreat.

The Dwarves and Elves had fought valiantly, cutting down thousands of Kobolds with each passing hour. But for every one they slew, ten more replaced them.

The Dwarven fortresses crumbled under the might of Shadow-forged war machines.

The Elves’ arrows darkened the sky, but even they ran out eventually.

Jack had used every last bullet, every last missile, every last trick—but the enemy had too many numbers, too many reserves, too much raw, brute force.

By the time the Dwarven King finally ordered a retreat, half their army was already dead.

And now?

They were cornered.

A final stand.

Jack exhaled, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His coat was torn and burned, his once-pristine uniform reduced to rags.

Beside him, the Elven Queen clutched her silver sword, her emerald eyes filled with exhaustion. The Dwarven King, bleeding heavily from a wound in his side, leaned on his war hammer.

Around them, only 20,000 warriors remained.

Against five million Kobolds.

The odds? Hopeless.

Jack knew it.

The Elven Queen knew it.

The Dwarven King knew it.

Everyone knew it.

Yet…

Not one of them ran.

Jack gritted his teeth, stepping forward as he lifted his last functional firearm—a plasma pistol with only three shots left.

"If we die here, we die as warriors." Jack’s voice rang out. "But if we survive—"

BOOM.

The ground trembled.

Jack froze. That wasn’t from the Kobolds.

A shockwave tore through the battlefield, sending Kobolds flying like ragdolls.

And then—

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A roar.

Not just any roar.

A titanic, soul-shaking roar that split the sky itself.

Jack’s heart pounded. What… was that?

From the heavens, they arrived.

A legion of white-armored warriors, their armor gleaming like the stars themselves. They rode upon massive white tigers, each the size of a warhorse, their fangs glistening with raw power.

At the head of their army…

A man.

Or rather, a king.

A figure clad in gold and silver armor, riding the largest tiger of them all—a beast the size of a castle, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the weight of eternity.

He raised his sword toward the battlefield.

And with a single word—

"Charge."

The White Tiger Army descended.

Jack barely had time to react before the battlefield exploded into chaos.

Where the Kobolds had once dominated, now they were being torn apart.

The White Tiger Army moved like ghosts, their warriors slashing through the enemy lines with impossible speed.

Jack watched as a single rider leaped from his mount, slicing through ten Kobolds in one motion.

The tigers themselves were monsters—ripping apart Shadow Constructs with a single bite.

And at the front of it all…

The White Tiger King.

He moved like lightning, cleaving entire battalions in half with every swing of his sword. His tiger crushed siege engines with a single step, roaring loud enough to shake mountains.

The Kobolds, once so confident in their overwhelming numbers, began to panic.

They had never seen an army like this.

Jack couldn’t believe it either.

They weren’t just winning.

They were slaughtering the Kobolds.

The battle lasted less than an hour.

A war that should have taken days, maybe weeks, was over before the sun could set.

Jack, still trying to process what had just happened, turned as the White Tiger King approached.

Up close, the man was even more imposing.

Long silver hair. Piercing golden eyes. A scar running down his cheek.

He dismounted his massive beast, stepping toward Jack.

"You must be the human." His voice was deep, commanding.

Jack straightened, wiping the sweat from his brow. "And you must be the guy who just saved our asses."

The King chuckled. "Indeed."

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

The King’s expression turned serious.

"I am Raizen, King of the Celestial Empire. And you, Jack… you and I have much to discuss."

Jack’s stomach twisted. What did that mean?

But before he could ask—

Raizen turned to the battlefield, his eyes burning.

"This war is far from over."

And Jack?

He had the sinking feeling Raizen was right.

Because if the Kobolds weren’t the true enemy…

Then who was?