The Supreme Sector Lord

chapter 43 The final preparations

With their plan in place, Kyle, Lyra, and Batata began to finalize the details of their attack on the Rockefelleons family army. They knew that the Rockefelleons were a powerful and ruthless enemy, but they were confident in their own abilities and the strength of their forces.

"We need to divide our forces into three main groups," Lyra said, studying the map of the Africana continent. "One group will attack the Rockefelleons' main base, while the other two groups will launch simultaneous attacks on their flanks."

Batata nodded, his eyes narrowing as he studied the map. "I agree," he said. "But we need to make sure that our forces are balanced and that we have enough troops to overwhelm the Rockefelleons' defenses."

Kyle nodded, his mind racing with the logistics of the attack. "I'll lead the main group," he said. "I'll take the Star-level warriors, the Universal warriors, and the Spirit masters with me. We'll attack the Rockefelleons' main base and try to take out their leader, Rockefeller."

Lyra nodded, making a note on her device. "I'll lead the second group," she said. "I'll take the mechanical warriors and the spaceship warriors with me. We'll attack the Rockefelleons' left flank and try to take out their air defenses."

Batata nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "And I'll lead the third group," he said. "I'll take the slaves and the warriors we've purchased with me. We'll attack the Rockefelleons' right flank and try to take out their ground defenses."

Kyle nodded, feeling a sense of confidence in their plan. "Alright, let's do this," he said. "We'll launch the attack at dawn tomorrow. Let's make sure that our forces are ready and that we're all on the same page."

The three of them spent the rest of the day finalizing their preparations, making sure that their forces were ready for the attack. They knew that the Rockefelleons would not go down without a fight, but they were confident in their own abilities and the strength of their forces.

As the sun began to set, Kyle stood on the outskirts of their base, looking out at the forces that were assembled before him. He felt a sense of pride and purpose, knowing that he was about to lead them into battle.

"Tomorrow, we take back our continent," he said, his voice ringing out across the assembled forces. "Tomorrow, we defeat the Rockefelleons and bring peace and prosperity to our people. Let's do this!"

The forces cheered, their voices echoing across the landscape. Kyle smiled, feeling a sense of determination and purpose. He knew that the battle ahead would be fierce, but he was ready to lead his forces to victory.

**The Battle Begins**

The next morning, Kyle led his forces into battle, charging forward with a fierce cry. The Rockefelleons' army was waiting for them, their defenses strong and their warriors fierce.

But Kyle was not intimidated. He led the charge, his Star-level warriors and Universal warriors fighting bravely alongside him. The Spirit masters provided cover, using their powers to heal and protect their comrades.

As the battle raged on, Lyra's group launched their attack on the Rockefelleons' left flank, taking out their air defenses and weakening their position. Batata's group launched their attack on the Rockefelleons' right flank, taking out their ground defenses and opening up a gap in their lines.

Kyle took advantage of the gap, leading his forces forward in a fierce charge. They fought their way through the Rockefelleons' defenses, taking out their warriors and pushing forward towards their leader.

Rockefeller, the leader of the Rockefelleons, stood before them, his eyes blazing with fury. "You'll never defeat me," he snarled, drawing his sword.

Kyle smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "We'll see about that," he said, drawing his own sword.

The two of them clashed, their swords ringing out as they fought. But Kyle was the stronger warrior, and he quickly gained the upper hand.

Rockefeller fell to the ground, defeated. Kyle stood over him, his sword raised in triumph.

"It's over," he said, his voice ringing out across the battlefield. "The Rockefelleons' reign of terror is at an end."

The forces cheered, their voices echoing across the landscape. Kyle smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had led his forces to victory, and he had brought peace and prosperity to the Africana continent.