Reincarnation Of An AllRounder

Luke found himself on the floor of an unknown location. He opened his eyes and stood up, seeing everywhere was pitch black except for a small light that seemed to be blinking in and out of existence, he started walking towards the light.

After walking towards it for about two hundred meters, the light had gone slightly bigger.

”How far is this damn thing? Seems to me like a dungeon. ” Luke was now frustrated and panting like a stressed-out donkey. He decided not to give up running once again. After running for who knew how long, he came to the source of the light, it was a white curtain.

A single question popped into his head. What kind of place was so big that it took him only the gods know how many meters he had to run just to get to the exit which is this small exit. The only answer to that question was that it was a dungeon but he didn dare to believe it.

He felt intimidated just seeing the curtain. There was no way he could look at this door with his eyes fully opened so his eyes remained closed halfway. The light coming from the other side of the curtain was just too blinding. With his hands covering most of the light from his eyes, he decided to go into it.

Now standing on the other side of the curtain, the scenery wasn what he was expecting to see. Yes, it had been a dungeon but what the hell was he currently looking at? He was standing, looking forward, feeling glued to the floor. His mouth fell open, his jaws dropped to the floor and his organs could be seen at the moment.

The exit of the dungeon he had passed through, opened into a dead land stretching for thousands of miles. He was standing on a cliff on a mountain thousands of miles away. He was sure that behind him, the exit still stood there but he couldn even lift a finger at the moment.

A war was ongoing and on the battlefield, he saw nine majestic beings at the back of one of the army.

Although Luke wasn awakened neither could he sense Mana, the pressure coming from those nine beings was enough to make him want to turn back and run away.

One, in particular, had no aura or pressure at all, making him more terrifying. That being looked in his direction and then looked away. Although he was far away from them, he felt fear toward that being.

They had one-fiftieth of the number of their opponents but they had the upper hand. They were all wearing golden armor. Their armors radiated throughout the battlefield.

Those nine beings wore helmets of different patterns and designs. They were also putting on golden armor but each of them had another unique color on the armor to distinguish them from the other.

Behind them were two warriors each. They also had golden armors and on those armors, the same color as the beings they were standing behind were on them.

One of those nine beings with a blue color on his armor, the one who looked in Lukes direction previously, had four warriors behind him.

The pressure from those four was on par with the other eight beings. These nine beings along with the warriors behind them were on nine chariots of different designs. These chariots had the same design as the helmets of the nine beings. These beings were the commanders of their army while the warriors behind them were their generals.

The opponents were in the tens of millions but they were losing badly. The opponents had their generals and a single commander. Each of them was wearing pitch black armor. The armor of these warriors looked like they were robbed from the body of dead warriors. The commander of the enemies had purple lines drawn all over his black armor in a bizarre pattern.

Their commander was also on a pitch black chariot accompanied by four horse-like creatures. These creatures were e