Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son
chapter-737

737 Chapter 737 Leading The Armada

As the Celestial Platoon prepared for war, the scale of their mobilization was a sight to behold. Across vast expanses of space, the armada of the Celestial Platoon moved, a formidable fleet of ships traveling across the stars, each vessel bristling with advanced weaponry and technology.

On the decks of these ships, soldiers clad in state-of-the-art armor gathered, their faces set with determination. They heaved their weapons and boarded space shuttles, ready to be deployed in the heat of battle. The air was thick with the sense of impending conflict, each warrior mentally preparing for the challenges ahead.

"Lift them up!" A soldier shouted.

Heavy machinery and guns were installed on various spacecraft, transforming them into floating fortresses. The engineering teams, under Salamander's guidance, had outdone themselves, equipping the fleet with an arsenal that could hold its own against the demonic legions.

Among the warriors, powerful magicians clad in special armor stood out. These were no ordinary combat suits; they were designed to amplify the wearers' magical powers, allowing them to unleash devastating spells and protective barriers. The fusion of magic and technology was a testament to the innovation and resourcefulness of the Celestial Platoon.

Meanwhile, Salamander observed all of this from his research chamber, surrounded by a team of assistants. Screens and holographic displays showed various aspects of the war preparations, from troop deployments to the status of weapon systems.

His chamber buzzed with activity, a nerve center of innovation and strategy.

He watched as his latest creations were put to the test, his mind already racing with ideas for further improvements. Salamander knew that in a war of this magnitude, technological superiority could turn the tide of battle. He was determined to ensure that his comrades had the best tools and weapons at their disposal.

Each member of the Celestial Platoon played a crucial role in the war effort, from the foot soldiers and pilots to the engineers and magicians. Their unity and resolve were their greatest strengths, and as they ventured forth into the unknown, they carried with them the hopes and dreams of countless worlds.

Suddenly, a rip in reality appeared in the research lab, and Vortimer stepped out.

"Vortimer, what do you need from me?" Salamander asked. Before, Salamander spoke towards the sentient robot with careful words, now, he was more casual. A part of it was because of Salamander's confidence in his ability.

"Aldred is increasing your research funds."

"Of course he is. This is a state of war. But is that all? You come all the way here to tell me that?"

"No. He also told me to collaborate with you."

"About what?"

"Battleship."

Salamander smiled. "I hope you would ask a lot sooner. Your battleship definitely receive a lot of admiration, Vortimer. It is nothing but powerful weapons that can become a nightmare for the enemies."

Vortimer's battleships were top notch. Stealth, speed, firepower, they did not lose out in any elements essential for war.

Salamander was extremely impressed about Vortimer's firepower. Even among the Royal-class battleships, there weren't much that could surpass Vortimer's firepower.

'Aldred said Vortimer is ancient sentient robot. Perhaps his old age allows him to gather so many knowledge about technology."

"Let's start working right now."

Salamander's smile widened. "Wasting no time, I see. As expected of a robot."

Francus and Grigor, their armors still marked with the remnants of recent battles, entered Aldred's command room with a sense of purpose. The countless missions they had undertaken had honed their skills, pushing them beyond their limits. Once ranked as Platinum, they now stood among the elites with their Diamond Rank, a testament to their unwavering dedication and growing prowess.

Aldred, observing them from his command chair, couldn't help but smile at the sight of these two warriors who had grown so much under his tutelage. Their strength and abilities were now on par with Shinari the Shadow Mistress, and Cleome, the Lightning Weaver, two of the most formidable members of the Celestial Platoon.

As Francus and Grigor saluted, their voices were firm and confident. "We have finished our missions and are awaiting our next orders, sir!"

Aldred nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Well done. Your progress has been remarkable. You've become invaluable assets to the Celestial Platoon."

He paused, considering their next assignment. The war was escalating, and every decision now carried even greater weight.

Aldred's command was clear and decisive. "A formidable demon army is advancing towards our vital asset - a crystal planet rich in resources crucial for our battleship batteries. You will lead the interception at the Nebula Pass."

Francus and Grigor, taken aback by the enormity of the task, nodded in unison. "The two of us will destroy the enemy without fail," Francus asserted, his voice tinged with resolve.

Aldred, however, had grander plans in mind. "No," he corrected, "You two will not be going alone. You will lead an armada of your own." His eyes swept over them, impressed by their growth but aware of the challenges ahead.

A massive armada was assembled, thousands of battleships and soldiers ready to traverse the stars under the command of Francus and Grigor. The fleet, a diverse array of vessels from nimble fighters to colossal dreadnoughts, was a testament to the Celestial Platoon's might.

Francus and Grigor, now at the helm of their own flagship, gazed out at the sea of ships ready for battle.

The flagship was abuzz with activity, the crew working tirelessly to ensure everything was battle-ready. From the command center, Francus and Grigor could feel the pulse of the ship, the energy of countless lives working as one towards a common goal.

As the fleet moved out, the Nebula Pass loomed ahead, a strategic choke point where they planned to ambush the demonic forces. The nebula's dense gas clouds provided the perfect cover, masking their approach and giving them the element of surprise.

Francus stood beside Grigor, his eyes scanning the holographic maps and strategic displays. "This will be our greatest challenge yet," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Grigor nodded, his expression focused. "We've come a long way since our first mission. We'll lead this armada to victory."

As the Celestial Platoon's armada plunged deeper into the nebula, the visibility dropped dramatically, and the space around them became a canvas of shifting colors and obscured vision.