Second World

Chapter 1241 1241. The Retreating Army

As Master suspected, Eoranth surveyed his surroundings with furious eyes. He had been exerting his strength to break free of the accursed birdʼs prison. But even for someone of his power, Suzakiʼs immortal prison was not easily breached.

He didnʼt expect the battle to have undergone such a drastic change in his absence. Not only was the battle over and the capital deserted by the armies, but he could also no longer sense his connection with the countryʼs sovereign.

This could only mean one thing, Frorryntiar had died. Without her heir formally crowned as the next monarch, the link he had with the sovereign of this country was not passed down. He was now no longer this countryʼs guardian.

He was furious. This failure to protect the country and its queen was a huge tarnish to his pride, and he wasnʼt going to let the person responsible go just like that.

He turned to the palace. He uttered an ear-splitting roar to announce his intention. His body then shot forward at high speed to the palace.

When he was close, a figure standing on top of the sky-high palace caught his attention. He stopped before this figure, who was a person with a skeletal face carrying a black scythe.

”Vekja, are you going to risk your life for the outworlder?” Eoranth asked.

”I am not presumptuous enough to challenge the lord of the dragons,” Vekja said. ”But know that Iʼm not alone.”

A dark gigantic portal appeared in the sky. Out of this portal, came out a five-headed dragon. Its huge body crushed several houses below it. This dragon was the same one that fought against the Council of Virtusʼ guardian during that factionʼs destruction. The dragon was God Fearʼs pet. Its name was Primordial Hydra and it was a level 96 eternal grade.

”Hmph! I will take both of you down if I have to!” Eoranth roared.

”I do admit that we might still not be your opponent even if we fight you together,” Vekja said. ”But know this, we donʼt interfere with this mortalʼs war, but this country already officially belongs to the outworlder named Master. If you insist on causing trouble here, we can consider you abusing your power on a mortalʼs settlement. At that time, our God will have a reason to interfere. Do you think you can take on our God?”

Eoranth growled menacingly, but he didnʼt take action. As powerful as he was, he was still below the realm of God.

He huffed. He looked around and saw in the distance the zombie army catching up to the retreating Hydrurond army.

As he was still staring into the distance, he sensed another presence approaching. He turned back and saw Master appearing out of one of the top balconies. The sight sent him back to fury. He almost ignored all the possible consequences and attacked, but he stopped himself.

He stared straight into Masterʼs calm-looking eyes and gave another ear-splitting roar. He then flapped his wings and flew toward where the armies were resuming their battle.

Master watched the dragon leave. He didnʼt care about his zombie army. They were going to die anyway due to his Army of Darkness ability. He just hoped that the zombie army could kill as many of the enemy soldiers as possible, so he had fresh bodies to be revived using the Necronomicon.

”Why did you come out? Are you trying to provoke him into attacking?” Vekja asked with his or her queer voice.

”Itʼs a pity that he did not take the bait. He would have been a glorious addition to my zombie army,” Master replied.

”Although I said our God will interfere, he might choose not to do so until this capital is razed to the ground. He might even let you die once to teach you a lesson. Do not presume you can use us like we are your tools.”

”If I do, I would have spared myself all the troubles and used your cult to take over this capital,” Master returned. ”Anyway, can you call God Fear? I wish to speak to him.”

”You can speak to me. Our God is not someone you call on your whim.”

”Very well. Please send him a message that the next plan we have discussed is ready for a go.”

”You have gotten a reply from the other side?”

Master nodded. ”He will act accordingly when it is time. With his interference, God Fear will have his opening.”

”Mm… Fine. Let us know when,” Vekja said.

”Soon,” Master replied. ”It will be soon.”

*

Outside the capital, Hydrurondʼs retreating army was being harassed by the zombie army. The zombie soldiers cared not for their well-being. They just threw themselves to Hydrurond soldiers with the sole objective of taking down as many of the enemies as possible.

Hydrurond soldiers were mostly not in their best shape. Many were already wounded. These wounded ones were the zombie armyʼs main targets. Since they were retreating, they couldnʼt adopt any effective formation. They could only resist as best they could.

But it was not a good situation. For every three dead soldiers they took down, they lost one of their comrades.

Casualties continued to increase. Morale was low. They had lost their queen. They had lost their capital. They had lost their country. Some were ready to just split, but they had heard from their superiors that the princess was still alive and was waiting for them. This was the only motivation that was driving them.

They then heard a roar. A roar that brought hope back to their hearts.

Up in the night sky, they saw the silvery white dragon approaching. As he did, Eoranth poured his soul breath onto the zombie army at the rear, decimating them in droves.

The dragon then landed on the ground. He proceeded to stomp the zombie soldiers, taking them out a few at a time.

The zombie soldiers didnʼt care, though. They felt no fear despite Eoranthʼs intimidating presence. They continued throwing themselves at Hydrurond soldiers with the lowest HP.

When at last all the zombie soldiers were eradicated, Hydrurond had lost another 100,000 soldiers. Their army count was down to 800,000.

The surviving soldiers rested after they reached the location where aldryth was waiting. They recuperated and drank recovery potions.

Eoranth stood and watched over this defeated army.

The ranked officers met Aldryth and discussed their next move. Some suggested that they tried retaking the capital now that Eoranth was back with them, the zombie soldiers were vanquished, and the enemyʼs phoenix was unavailable. However, Aldryth decided otherwise.

When asked why, Aldryth pointed at the capital. She was pointing at the gigantic five-headed hydra that was watching them with its ten eyes.