Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 75

The sharp wind stirred the dust as the military helicopter descended from the sky, its rotors slicing through the air with a steady rhythm that echoed across the battlefield. The machine’s shadow loomed over the broken terrain like a giant bird circling its prey, and then—with a soft thud and powerful gust—it touched down beside Jonathan and the team.

The scent of smoke, blood, and scorched earth still hung thick in the air.

Jonathan stood motionless for a moment, watching the helicopter’s side door slide open. Soldiers in sleek, black tactical gear stepped out, their movements precise, their eyes sharp. Emblems of Alphacrest Division shimmered on their chests—marking them as the most elite force in the entire military system. Their very presence meant that the next phase of this operation had already begun.

Willow narrowed her eyes as she slowly approached the aircraft. The rest of the team followed, their legs heavy from exhaustion, but their hearts a little lighter. The fight had pushed them beyond their limits... yet somehow, they were still standing.

No one had expected a pickup, they had braced for the worst—to stay, to die, to keep pushing forward if necessary.

But now, salvation had arrived—though not in the form of comfort.

This was a passing of the torch.

They had done their part, they had survived the impossible, And now... it was time for someone else to carry the burden forward.

Willow glanced over her shoulder at the ruins they were leaving behind—the bodies, the blood, the cratered land that had witnessed their pain and resilience.

Then she looked back at the Alpha soldiers.

Cold, Silent, Efficient, they were the best, and now it was their war to fight.

There was nothing Willow and her team could do anymore—not here, not now, they had done their best.

Another team would take forward now. There was nothing they would be able to do now.

Three taskforce teams jumped out of the helicopter as soon as the wheels locked in place. Boots hit the ground in rhythm, and without wasting a second, they rushed toward Evan’s battered team. One of them handed Ezra a stim-injection. Another helped Willow sit against the metal panel of the helicopter. A third tried to support Jonathan, but he waved the man off, still catching his breath with clenched fists.

Their faces were hidden behind black visors, their armor sleek and reinforced with high-density plating. They moved like professionals—but it wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

Evan’s face darkened, his brows drawn tightly as he scanned the field again. There were still remnants of energy tremors in the air, cracks on the ground that vibrated with leftover force from the Titan Whale’s rage.

And yet...Only three teams? he clenched his jaw. His voice was low, nearly a growl.

"Three taskforce teams? That’s all headquarters could afford to send?" he muttered bitterly.

He remembered the report Jonathan gave just before passing out—the corrupted chains of command, the illegal awakenings, and the possibility that more elite units from Alphacrest were lurking in the shadows. Baytorn was collapsing. And if headquarters truly understood the depth of what was going on, they would’ve sent...

A Rouge Squad.

Evan’s fists trembled slightly. That was the level they needed right now. A Rouge Squad was beyond elite, made up of awakened veterans who had gone through wars far worse than this. They were trained to wipe out entire factions if necessary.

But all they got were three squads of Taskforce.

"This is not enough," Evan muttered under his breath.

His boots thudded heavily across the cracked ground as he stormed up to the lead Taskforce officer, a tall man whose white hair peeked from under his helmet. His badge read Liam. His eyes were sharp, but tired. Not someone new to battle.

Evan stood face-to-face with him, unflinching.

"Why did headquarters only send three teams?" Evan demanded. "Didn’t they read the damn report?"

Liam didn’t look shaken. He merely adjusted his gloves, stepped forward calmly, and asked in return—his voice low and grim: 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"What happened to the Titan Whale?"

Evan stood firm, eyes cold and steady as he looked Liam straight in the face. The dust in the air had not even fully settled, and blood still stained parts of the ground from the earlier clash. The heat of battle still lingered in the atmosphere like a haunting echo.

"We took care of the Titan Whale," Evan said flatly, his voice rough from fatigue but brimming with unshakable pride.

The words hit Liam like a slap. He froze—his pupils widened, his breath caught in his throat.

"You... what?" he whispered, almost not believing his own ears.

Liam had been on edge the entire flight here. The mention of the Titan Whale during transmission had stirred panic within his entire unit. That beast was something even experienced warriors whispered about cautiously. A creature so powerful, so destructive, that even some Rouge Squads hesitated before facing it. And now this man was telling him that they—this battered, bruised, half-conscious squad—took it down?

His mouth fell slightly open as he turned to scan the soldiers again. Jonathan was leaning against the ruined wall, barely holding on. Ezra was still being tended to, his body trembling from energy exhaustion. Willow was pale, her legs bloodied. And Evan... Evan was standing, but clearly at his limit.

Liam’s chest tightened. These weren’t just soldiers. They were survivors of a massacre. No... warriors who stopped a massacre.

"How?" Liam muttered without meaning to. "How in the world—?"

"Get your head together, Liam," Evan barked suddenly, his voice cutting through Liam’s daze like a blade. "We need a Rouge Squad, and we need them now."

The commanding force behind Evan’s voice broke the last of Liam’s disbelief. He blinked rapidly, forcing himself back to the moment. His hand clenched into a fist and then relaxed again. Slowly, he gave Evan a nod of respect.

"I understand," Liam said at last, his voice more grounded. "But... the truth is, headquarters didn’t see Baytorn’s state as a critical one. They believed the situation was exaggerated."

Evan’s eyes narrowed with disbelief.

Liam exhaled and added with an edge of frustration, "They thought Jonathan was lying. The report didn’t come from you... so they didn’t take it strongly."

Evan couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His face went blank, his brows furrowed tightly. For a moment, it was as if time slowed down around him.

"They thought Jonathan was lying...?" he repeated under his breath, almost as if trying to process the absurdity of it all.

This was the first time in his life—his entire military career—that he had heard something so reckless. Yes, Jonathan was a Private, a junior rank. But to disregard his warning entirely? To ignore a threat that involved a Titan Whale?

Evan’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw tensed with frustration.

"Unbelievable..." he muttered. "This is the frontline of war, not some classroom where you pick and choose who sounds convincing!"

It did make sense, in a cold, bureaucratic way. A Private’s words didn’t carry weight. But that didn’t make it right.

Without wasting a second, Evan stormed toward the comms area attached to the side of the helicopter. He grabbed the field radio device—a bulky, rust-stained machine with a long coiled antenna—and flicked the switch.

The panel lit up for a brief moment.

He tuned the frequency to headquarters.

"Alpha Command, this is Captain Evan. Do you copy? This is Baytorn. The situation here is—" he began.

Static.

No reply, he adjusted the frequency. Tried again. And again.

Nothing, Frowning, Evan tapped the side of the device, checked the signal cable, and tried once more.

Only white noise, the line was dead, the radio was dead.

Evan turned sharply toward Liam, frustration heavy in his voice.

"Then you call them," he said. "Get headquarters on the line and tell them what’s really going on down here."

Liam’s expression faltered. He shifted uncomfortably, lowering his voice.

"We... we weren’t given the long-range radio, sir," he confessed. "They said it wouldn’t be necessary. Just the standard short-range comms between teams. We wouldn’t be able to reach headquarters from this distance."

Evan’s mouth parted slightly, disbelief washing over his features.

"You came out here to a live battlefield without the proper comms gear?" he asked slowly, as though making sure he heard right. "Without the only thing that could keep us connected to command?"

Liam looked away, guilt flickering across his face.

"We moved as quickly as we could," he muttered, "and that was all they gave us."

Evan took a step back, his chest rising and falling as he tried to process the gravity of it all. His hands curled into fists.

"A joke," he whispered.

Jonathan, still standing silently beside them, narrowed his eyes. His eyebrows slowly pushed downward, his expression hardening with realization.

This wasn’t just negligence, It was beginning to feel like something worse.

The way headquarters was moving... it was almost as if they were already planning to lose Baytorn.