I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 109: Fight For Our Home

The forest was still—too still.

Even the birds had gone silent.

A thick tension loomed in the air like fog, pressing against the skin of every soldier like a second layer of armor.

Seenu and Kunal stood at the front of their unit, unmoving.

Behind them, Seenu’s elite squad stood in perfect formation, weapons drawn, nerves taut.

But they weren’t surrounded.

They sensed no army.

Just one presence.

One. Terrifying. Presence.

And that made it worse.

"This pressure..." one soldier whispered, his voice trembling. "It’s like standing in front of a storm god."

Kunal didn’t reply.

His NeeraKshetra—the eye of divine vision—had already awakened.

A faint violet shimmer arced along the edge of his blade, humming with power only he could understand.

Beside him, Seenu’s palms glowed crimson, fire threads weaving through his fingers as if they were alive.

Then—

The shadows parted.

From between the ancient trees, a lone figure stepped out. Her movements were fluid, sensual—but laced with danger.

She was tall, her long legs accentuated by the way her "clothes"—if one could call them that—wrapped around her body like coiling serpents. Each strip of cloth seemed strategically placed to distract, yet offered full mobility.

Her wild black hair framed her smirking face, and her eyes gleamed like obsidian under sunlight.

She ran her gaze over Seenu and purred, "Well, aren’t you a pretty little warrior?"

"Become my slave, and I might just spare you."

Kunal tilted his head slightly, unimpressed.

"Looking at you... I can already tell you’re a pervert."

Seenu grinned faintly, though his fists remained clenched and ready.

"No thanks. I don’t like old hags."

Her expression turned from amusement to murder in an instant.

"You little brat...!"

She lunged.

Faster than the eye could track.

Her fingers transformed into claws—long, curved, and black as night, slicing the air like scythes.

But—

CLANG!

Her strike was stopped cold, inches from Seenu’s neck.

A shining blade blocked her path.

A girl now stood between Seenu and the assailant, calm yet fierce. She wore the Aryavrata military combat uniform, her posture disciplined, composed. Her long, curly hair flowed behind her, untamed and wild like the wind.

"I won’t let someone like you destroy the dignity of women."

The woman scoffed. "And who are you supposed to be, little girl?"

The newcomer remained calm.

"Name’s Kiara." Her eyes flicked to Seenu. "You don’t know me. But I’ve heard of you. And Aamir—" she gave a small smile, "he knows me very well."

Seenu blinked, surprised. "You know Aamir?"

Kiara’s stance tightened as she faced the enemy. "He once helped me. Now it’s my turn to help his friend."

Kunal gave her a brief glance and said dryly, "Try not to kill her too quickly."

Seenu nodded.

"Let’s move. Kiara... she’s yours."

As Seenu and Kunal moved deeper into the forest with their squad, the battle behind them began.

Kiara didn’t waste words.

The woman screamed and lunged again—

And Kiara met her with steel.

Meanwhile — Aamir’s Front

The forest path twisted like a serpent as Aamir led his team forward.

Jack’s unit had already been wiped out, their bodies immobilized by Aamir’s brutal precision. But as they moved deeper, another aura struck them.

Singular.

Heavy.

Monstrous.

Aamir raised a hand. "Be on alert. This one’s... stronger than anything we’ve faced so far."

Even Kenta, the tank of the team, swallowed nervously.

The air crackled with tension, and then—

A man stepped from behind a massive tree.

He looked to be in his early forties, with silver-streaked black hair and a rigid, militaristic posture. He wore the same dark suit as Navarra’s elite soldiers, but something was different.

His very presence radiated dominance.

Even without drawing his weapon, he felt like a wall of blades.

Kiyoshi Mikoto, the lone swordsman from Kyokai, stepped forward.

He took a casual sip from the clay jar he carried on his waist and exhaled softly.

"Commander. Allow me to handle this one."

Aamir glanced at him. He’d seen Kiyoshi fight before—his style was drunken yet deliberate, unpredictable yet effective.

"Name?"

"Kiyoshi Mikoto."

Aamir gave a faint nod.

"Alright, Kiyoshi. He’s yours. But don’t die. I want you alive and regrouping ahead."

Kiyoshi gave a lopsided grin, raising the jar in offering.

"Wanna sip? Might help loosen you up."

Aamir chuckled, raising his hand. "I don’t drink. And I’m underage."

Kiyoshi laughed. "You fight so precisely, I keep forgetting you’re just a teenager."

He took a long sip, then cracked his neck.

"Go on, Commander. I’ll catch up soon."

Aamir’s unit moved forward, the sounds of the forest slowly fading behind them.

The two warriors stood across from each other in a silent clearing.

Only the wind dared whisper between them.

Kiyoshi’s katana, chipped and rusted, rested casually on his shoulder like a fishing pole. But his eyes... his eyes were sharp. Focused. Lethal.

The Navarra soldier tightened his grip on a long, black blade etched with red glyphs.

Kiyoshi tilted his head.

"What’s your name?"

The man sneered. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Names are wasted on corpses."

Kiyoshi exhaled and smiled.

"Fair enough. Guess I’ll remember you as ’that rude bastard I cut down in the forest.’"

He took another sip from his jar.

"Let’s begin."

The air grew heavy.

With a sudden jolt, Kiyoshi spun his katana vertically, the motion fluid—like a dance. The blade hummed faintly, reacting to the surge in energy.

The Navarra soldier jumped back instinctively.

He had sensed something... wrong.

Kiyoshi vanished.

One blink.

Then—

CLANG!!!

Steel clashed against steel in a shockwave of force, ripping through the ground beneath them.

The forest echoed with the sound of swords—two blurs darting across the clearing, colliding again and again.

But Kiyoshi was smiling.

And the Navarra soldier... was starting to sweat.

The shadows of the forest began to thin.

Faint rays of sunlight pierced through the canopy above as Aamir and his unit neared the forest’s end. The distant rustle of leaves and the quiet hum of distant wildlife did little to ease the tension that clung to them.

"Stay alert," Aamir said firmly, raising one clenched fist to signal a halt.

"Once we step out of this forest, we’ll be inside the enemy’s territory. From that point on, assume you’re being watched."

His unit gave silent nods, adjusting their grips on weapons and checking their gear.

Then—

Aamir froze.

A subtle fluctuation in the air, like a ripple through still water, brushed against his senses. His brows furrowed.

"Wait... someone’s coming."

Weapons rose slightly, bodies tensed... but the aura approaching wasn’t hostile.

Within seconds, familiar figures emerged from the narrow forest path.

Seenu’s unit.

They looked battered but unbroken, their formation still sharp. Seenu walked at the front, his steps relaxed but watchful, with Kunal and Meera close beside him.

Aamir exhaled with a slight smile.

"Well, well... Seenu. So, you’re here too."

Seenu grinned as he approached, raising a hand in greeting.

"Took a scenic route."

Aamir glanced past him at the rest of the squad, nodding in approval.

"Good. Then let’s keep moving."

As the merged units began to advance, Kunal muttered under his breath, loud enough for Aamir to hear:

"Man, these Navarra guys... they’ve got perverts in their ranks."

Aamir arched a brow.

"Perverts?"

Kunal looked away, stifling a groan.

"We got attacked by some crazy woman. She told Seenu to become her slave or she’d kill him."

Aamir blinked, then burst into laughter.

"What the hell, Seenu?! You getting marriage proposals mid-battle now?"

Seenu’s face twitched.

THWACK!

He lightly smacked Aamir on the back of the head.

"Shut up and move."

Aamir rubbed his head, still chuckling.

"You really attract all types, don’t you?"

Seenu ignored him, already marching forward, but the others in the unit shared tired smiles, the tension briefly lifting thanks to the banter.

As they moved ahead, the trees grew sparse, and the light turned harsher—an open field visible just beyond the final stretch of foliage.

Enemy territory lay just ahead.

Aamir and Seenu stood at the edge of the forest, their units spread out in organized ranks behind them. The soft crunch of leaves under boots, the tightening of armor straps, and the low murmurs of soldiers filled the air as they stared ahead.

Beyond the final tree line, the open battlefield stretched wide—a desolate plain kissed by morning mist and shadowed under the looming clouds above.

The tension was a storm waiting to break.

Meanwhile At the Central Wing, not far from where Aamir’s unit stood, General Haider Ali led his legion. His black-and-silver armor gleamed in the pale light, his dark eyes focused ahead with sharp calm.

In the distance, a thunder of drums echoed.

The enemy had arrived.

An entire army, armored and uniform, emerged like a tidal wave from the opposite side. Their banners bore the mark of Calonia And Navarra. At the front of the formation rode a tall, imposing man, his cloak fluttering, his spear strapped to his back—a wide grin splitting his rugged face.

Michael.

The infamous Navarra war general.

As he reached striking distance, he raised his hand and halted his army with a single gesture. The ground fell quiet.

Michael’s eyes locked onto Haider Ali, and that grin widened.

"HAIDER ALI!" he shouted across the field, his voice booming like thunder.

"It’s about damn time! My bones have been itching for a fight!"

Haider Ali stepped forward, folding his arms. His voice was calm but carried the weight of steel.

"Michael. I see you haven’t changed."

Michael let out a hearty laugh.

"And I see fate favors me today. Out of all opponents, I get you. Lucky me!"

Haider Ali raised a brow.

"You think I’m weak?"

Michael shook his head, eyes glowing with anticipation.

"No, no. Quite the opposite. You’re strong. That’s why I’m glad. I get to fight at my fullest."

Haider Ali gave a rare smile—cold and sharp.

"Then let’s not waste breath."

He turned to his soldiers and raised his right hand into the air.

"SOLDIERS!" his voice rang out.

"PREPARE FOR WAR! THIS IS WHERE YOU FIGHT FOR HONOR, FOR HOME, FOR ARYAVRATA!"

The ground trembled as his troops roared in unison, weapons raised high.

Michael pulled his spear free, twirling it once.

"Navarra! CRUSH THEM!"

And then—

The battlefield exploded into motion.

War cries, the sound of thousands charging, the clash of steel and the rumble of feet shook the very earth. Arrows darkened the sky. Spells flared like stars. The Central Wing of Aryavrat clashed violently with the vanguard of Calonia And Navarra.

From the forest’s edge, Aamir and Seenu watched, fire burning in their eyes.

"This is it," Aamir muttered, drawing his blade.

Seenu nodded, flames starting to rise on his arms.

"Let’s give them a war to remember."

And with that, they charged forward, joining the chaos, stepping into the storm that would decide the fate of nations.

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