Chapter 2069 - 553: Battle of Burial Peak! (Part 4)

That was a sense of honor for the Duchy—

As a Sir of the Ryan Kingdom, he was like this, not to mention the other lads in the Laine Camp. Those eyes were burning with fervent emotions.

Unlike them, the "Soul Shatterer" Mork, who was feasting in the "Blood and Flesh Royal Court," was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

With the support brought from the Ryan Kingdom and the Academic State, he had originally planned to defend to the end, but ended up losing several square kilometers of land in just one day.

Not only that, the tricks he thought up also turned into foolish ideas that deceived himself.

For example, he tried to let the Ratmen on Burial Peak establish themselves as a warlord faction, but humans completely ignored his little schemes, swatting away his plans with a slap.

Shrek was even craftier; on the first day of battle, he packed up and fled to distant lands without even a hint of hesitation!

"These damn humans! And those damn dwarves! Damn lizards… and damn rats! That dog Shrek is damnable as well!" There were too many names to curse, and Mork bit his lips in anger, shuddering in pain.

This time was clearly different from before. It seemed the Southern Human Duke was serious in his intent to deal with him, leaving no room for compromise.

His small eyes moved constantly on his rat-like face, and he couldn't help but start pondering whether he should consider a retreat…

But, there were enemies all around.

One couldn't retreat into the Dimension Desert, could they?

Ogres might be part of the Chaos Camp, but none of those chaotic buddies were good people. Sending the little rats as a gift was one thing, but going there himself was sheer folly.

Should he also hide in the mountains as that disgrace Shrek did?

That would be way too disgraceful for a rat!

...

In the afternoon of Thunder City, sunlight lazily seeped through the glass, spilling across the living room of Colin Manor.

Unlike the cannon-filled Burial Peak a thousand miles away, the air here was filled with the sweet scent of black tea and baked cookies.

Sitting on the velvet sofa, Mia's feather pen hovered over the draft paper for a long time, until a deep ink blot spread from its tip, snapping her out of her daze.

Looking out at the neatly trimmed lawn and the fox-eared maid tending the hedges, her pink eyes were tinged with an undeniable hint of worry.

"Luo Yan… will he be alright?"

Though that man was the Demon King, not even Elder Zakro of Demon City could match him, this time he was facing a different opponent.

Is it really going to be okay?

"Tch, stop worrying so much."

On the other end of the sofa, Vivian sat crossed-legged, a paper straw dangling from her mouth, idly blowing bubbles into her juice.

Mia shot her a sideways glance.

"Aren't you even a little worried about your 'brother'?"

Mischievous Padric emphasized the word brother heavily, and the little madcap from the Colin Family wasn't one to back down either, biting back in return.

"Why worry? Just a few mice, with the power of our 'Dear, darling dear,' they don't even need full strength to beat them down flat!"

If the fight dragged on for this long without resolution, it was only because those little rats had backing. Vivian was all too familiar with this.

Vivian wouldn't bother without a backer. The "Little Tyrant of Magic City" was ready to target elites, purposefully hammering those with backers!

Upon hearing "Dear, darling dear," Mia's brows twitched violently, her face still smiling but her fists clenched hard.

That brat…

Soon, she'd make her crack!

Regardless of what sacrilegious thoughts Padric might be pondering, Vivian suddenly thought of something fun and put down her juice.

She extended her forefinger and thumb, gently rubbing her smooth chin, as her scarlet eyes shut, assuming a serious demeanor for her "ritual."

As Erin's savior, though she didn't always get to take advantage, she could clearly sense the heartbeat of her beloved.

Undoubtedly—

It was the taste of a defeated dog!

Moments later, Vivian opened her scarlet eyes, unable to hide the proud smirk that stretched to her ears.

"Kukuku… as expected of brother dearest."

Hearing Vivian's malicious laughter, Mia cast a curious glance at her.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, kukuku… it's definitely a good thing!" Vivian's face bore a schadenfreude expression.

At this moment, Erin's mood was exceptionally low, and with even her little toe she could guess the course of events!

No doubt, some white-haired fox spirit tried to launch a desperate charge at Brother Dearest amidst the battle's chaos, only to be sunk with a line, "Sorry, I'm currently focused on my career, and I have no time for emotional matters!"

Such a bitter taste was truly delicious, kukuku!

Thinking this, Vivian was overjoyed, wriggling into a happy caterpillar on the sofa, as two little white goldfish swam among the pile of cushions.

"...?"

Mia looked at the sudden manic little devil with a face full of confusion, completely clueless about her solo climax.

Did she drink the wrong blood bag again?

Just then, the bushes outside the window trembled slightly, and a small, black-winged Little Demon furtively poked her head out.

After confirming no one was around, she tossed a letter onto the grassland in the garden, then fluttered away hurriedly, as if it were a scorching bomb.

Such a movement naturally didn't escape the ears of the Blood Race.