Apart from a desperate Wizard Cyril out of the scene, right now, Abel was standing on his hanging fort 03. He switched his mount from the mount wolf king to Black Wind.

All this time, Black WInd had been forced to stay inside the portal beast ring. It got really upset when Abel let it out. It was wailing, rubbing against Abel with its forehead. It didn’t like being stuck inside somewhere for so long, but at the same time, it knew how important it was for its master.

White Cloud was flying at a higher altitude. The battle fort 03, Abel, Black Wind, Everything, It had never carried so much weight at once before, which was why Abel turned the gravitational force of the battle fort 03 to a minimum. If he couldn’t, they would’ve never been able to reach the highest point of the Budapest Mountain Range.

Speaking of which, most humans would never be able to see the view that Abel was looking at. He was flying right on top of the Budapest Mountain Rage. There were steep slopes on either side of the peak. He felt grateful that he didn’t have to climb those. He couldn’t just be good at climbing if he was. The blizzard and chilling wind were, in essence, what really made it dangerous to be there.

While hiding inside the defensive barrier of the battle fort 03, Abel saw the exterior temperature reach -80 degrees. He was probably at the coldest place there was in nature. Apart from head knight’s commanders, It’d be impossible for any humans to survive out here.

Intermediate wizards could try to make their way here, but even if they bothered, they would’ve had to face enemies that were worse than the orcs. That was right. This was where many advanced spiritual beasts lived. Not even the “instantaneous movement” spell was enough to flee from those terrifying creations.

It was very warm where Abel was, however. He wasn’t bothered with the extreme climate here. If anything, he was having the time of his life, enjoying the view down below. He was trying to picture a tale he heard of a long time ago. According to what the others told him, the orcs used to pass through here to try to make way into the human world.

Not that it seemed very likely, though. Even he wasn’t confident that his summoned creatures would do fine here.

Just when they were about to fly across the Budapest Mountain Range, he heard a loud shriek from a snow eagle over the distance. Abel could see it charging towards the battle fort 03 in the middle of the sky. It was extremely fast, and the battle fort 03 was just too big for it to avoid.

When the two collided, a ripple formed at the where the defensive barrier was hit. The snow eagle was taken by surprise, but due to its prowess as an advanced spiritual beast, it wasn’t really hurt that much. If anything, it felt annoyed that something was intruding its territory.

Immediately, white light started sparkling from its eyes. The noise that it was making was getting louder and louder. Advanced beasts were usually the scariest when they could fly. If they decided to target something, it’d be pretty much impossible to completely go out of sight. It was especially true for Abel. He didn’t understand the geography of this place. If he did, he would’ve known why the wizards and orcs called it the “land of death.”

Anyways, Abel did feel troubled to have such an encounter. He had never fought any advanced spiritual beasts before, but judging from his experience with intermediate spiritual beasts, he didn’t want to find out.

Let’s see. Johnson and Flying Flame were both beside him. As for White Cloud, of course, it wasn’t going to take part in this one.

Abel sent his command, “Alright, 03! Let the snow eagle in!”

“Yes, Master,” the battle fort 03 replied.

The snow eagle was very quick to make a response. After changing its posture for a bit, it darted towards the spot where it collided at. It was using its claws to try to rip whatever that was in front of it.

Things didn’t go as it seemed, though. The moment it tried to attack, it was moved towards a space that looked very different from where it was at. There was a transparent barrier around it. The wind stopped blowing. It wasn’t cold at all, suddenly. It felt very uncomfortable with this sudden change.

Then, it saw something that it couldn’t quite understand. There was a gigantic silver platform in front of it. There was also a giant tower that was sitting on top of the platform. They were both the same colour, and it was the first time it’s seen anything that was like it.

And there. A human, a giant metallic thing of a monster, and a pseudo-dragon. The former two weren’t all that frightening, but the sight of the pseudo-dragon was making the snow eagle shrivel in fear. This fear was not a rational one, as the two were probably the same in terms of strength. It had more to do with where the two were in terms of their hierarchies in the natural world.

“Hey, 03! Strengthen your barrier. Don’t let this eagle get away!”

Abel was in a struggle now. If he decided to use Johnson for what he was about to do next, the orcs would find out about it almost immediately. Worse yet, if he was using Flying Flame, there was a chance that the dragons would detect what was going on. He wouldn’t want the dragons to know that he was the master of one of their kind. No. He was a powerful man, but the dragons were not to be taken lightly at all.

That being said, it was still quite easy to capture one snow eagle. It probably belonged to an enemy advanced priest, anyways. It couldn’t hurt to try to capture it.

“Rechanneling energy… the barrier is currently being strengthened. The barrier has been successfully strengthened!”

The mechanical voice was coming from all directions. The snow eagle didn’t like this at all. It didn’t want to fight the pseudo-dragon that was in front of it. It wanted to leave, but no matter how hard it tried, it just couldn’t bash its way out of the barrier.

After four tries, the snow eagle was smart enough to give up. It then turned towards the human that was looking at it. It understood right away. The human was in control of this whole situation. It immediately readied itself to charge at Abel, but Flying Flame was fast enough to be in its way.

“Hey, don’t kill it!” Abel said to Flying Flame. He knew how rowdy pseudo-dragons could be. He wasn’t sure if it knew how to go easy on the snow eagle. It was still a child, after all.

Flying Flame had four claws now. It was now among the strongest of the pseudo-dragons. Like Abel’s other summoned creatures, it had far exceeded its original potential in many, many ways. Still, with that being said, it’d be especially hard for it to keep its power under check.