Chapter 209: The Return

In terms of beauty, Olivia was far more beautiful than her sister, one of the most beautiful women a man could ever lay eyes on... but she didn’t possess enough power to protect that beauty!

Olivia gritted her teeth at hearing that filthy man’s insult, but there was nothing she could do, so she swallowed it down— but suddenly, a strange voice was heard from behind!

"What a nauseating, terrible show!" Zaylon sat upon the throne meant for the queen, resting his cheek on his fist as he watched the scene unfolding before him, then looked toward the silent Crow race with contempt!

"W-who are you!" The Crows immediately stepped back and tried to draw their weapons to defend themselves, but they found nothing there. They stared at Zaylon in bewilderment, but when they saw what was behind the throne, their eyes instantly went wide!

Their weapons were sitting right there at that very moment!

"I won’t waste my words on you, so listen well, because I won’t repeat myself again," Zaylon waved his hand and a circular disk-shaped array appeared, and he looked toward the Crows. "Either you leave this hall after reciting the Soul Oath inscribed on this array, or you won’t leave it at all— except as corpses!"

***

Elsewhere, in what appeared to be a vast rocky region, Ranus stood with his army before hundreds of corpses. Among those corpses were five bodies belonging to people who had reached the Fourth Level only a few days earlier— but they hadn’t gotten to enjoy that level and that power for long, because they had messed with the wrong person.

The five corpses were hung on five raised spears and put on display as a lesson to the rest of the Dragon race’s army, who now stood there trembling!

"Surrender, and I promise you I’ll hold back the bloodshed— I won’t let you bleed a single drop. Resist and remain stubborn, and I promise I’ll dye this entire lowland with your blood!" Ranus’s words echoed through the Dragon race’s army, and to them, his voice sounded like the devil’s whispers, or the voice of the end of the world!

But only a few seconds later, the sound of shields dropping to the ground could be heard, and soon a few people threw down their shields and weapons, choosing surrender over resistance. The gap in power was simply far too great for people like them to comprehend, and so they began to surrender— which was exactly what Ranus wanted as well!

***

Elsewhere, in a wilderness where the grass grew taller than a normal man, Ethar stood surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers, waiting for someone’s arrival. After waiting a few more moments, they saw a shadow descending from the sky!

"I delivered your message to them, General, and they rejected the offer." The shadow descending from the sky landed and knelt near Ethar— it turned out to be a Fourth Level warrior who had been sent to deliver General Ethar’s message!

"Good! Very good! Excellent, even!" Ethar drew out his gigantic hammer, a wild, gleeful smile spreading across his face...

"Men! Smash that kingdom down over their heads, and don’t forget the rest of your instructions!" Ethar swung his hammer and quickly left his army behind, charging toward the Golden Lion Kingdom at tremendous speed, overflowing with joy!

***

Elsewhere, in the middle of a crumbling city half a day’s journey from the City of Light, a spatial gate opened, and out from it came General Lanor and General Leonor, followed by the rest of the massive army.

After Lanor made sure the entire army had crossed through, he rose off the ground, hovering as he looked out over his army...

"The last time we set out alongside His Majesty the King, we stopped here because of that war. And now that King Vaelor has sent us here again, it means he wants us to pick up where he left off. So from today onward, there will be no long rest and no short leave until the Forest of Light is completely liberated!" Lanor shouted at his army, and swiftly gave his order...

"Don’t kill a single monster— put your full focus on hunting down the Giants only. Within one month from now, the Forest of Light must be pure once again!" Then he waved his hand. "Now, spread out!"

***

Near a city with towering, massive fortresses, Orion advanced with Valeria at his right side, while his aide Billy followed at his left. Behind them marched two hundred Fourth Level warriors, and behind those, ten thousand warriors of the land legion, made up of infantry and cavalry mounted on four-horned deer!

As soon as they drew near, the people of The Elven War Kingdom raised their bows, ready to use them at the first sign of an attack, but they suddenly spotted a familiar face among them— and that person was raising his hands as a sign not to attack!

The captain of the guard atop the walls looked toward the newcomers and quickly narrowed his eyes, giving his orders: "Let him in while I go inform His Majesty and return!"

At the signal, Orion nodded and turned to his small army, giving them their orders. "Wait for me here a while— I’ll be back soon!"

"I’m coming with you!"

Orion was startled to hear that voice, and turned toward it at once. "Where do you think you’re going?"

"His Majesty Vaelor ordered me to stay by your side every step of the way, so coming with you isn’t something I can avoid!" Valeria shook her head and said with unyielding resolve.

Orion furrowed his brows for a moment, but in the end he nodded. "Why not," he then added...

"But know this— I’m always the commander here, and I’m the one who makes the decisions." Orion struck his chest and spoke with pride and defiance!

"Agreed!" Valeria nodded and quickly followed Orion and Billy toward the castle of The Elven War Kingdom...

"Open the doooooors! His Majesty’s son has returned once again— the Crown Prince has returned!"