Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1001: Defeating The Commander Of The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City

Commander Edmar swiftly arrived before the mysterious individual hovering at the same level. He took in the individual’s appearance: a bright, fiery red robe adorned with one-to three-star Vylkr vine engravings and matching orange shirt and trousers embellished with beautiful golden embroidery.

The attire glowed within the half-oval of molten magma, emanating a faint, overbearing energy that gave him a tyrannical look.

Edmar’s eyes were drawn to the man’s sleeve, where the faint structure of a metallic bracelet encircled his right wrist.

Is he a god’s chosen?

Edmar doubted his initial thoughts. The bracelet appeared far less bulky than the devourers’, and it was well known that utilizing Vylkr energy to cast techniques was nearly impossible due to its ferocious and wild nature, rendering the complex structure of any method useless.

Reaching this level of mastery and casting a technique of such grandeur meant that the mysterious figure was harnessing another kind of energy, further ruling out the assumption that he was a god chosen.

Despite his ability to harness and utilize draconic energy-one of the few higher-ranked and most domineering energies-Edmar still felt an oppressive presence from the man before him. He realized this figure wasn’t only powerful but also wielded a high-ranking energy. As a god’s chosen with Vylkr energy flowing through his veins, Edmar shouldn’t feel such a terrifying sense of oppression. It simply didn’t make any sense!

“I am Commander Edmar, a Sentinel Rank god’s chosen, Commander of the god’s chosens and Chief of Security of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City. Can I know who you are and why you have chosen to interfere with our battle?” Commander Edmar introduced himself before swiftly posing his question.

Unlike the Vylkr warriors, whose rankings were similar to the Vylkr vines’ distinct levels of power to avoid confusion, the gods chosen had their own distinct ranks: Warden, Guardian, Sentinel, Ascendant, and Champion. These ranks had been explained to them by Patriarch Rylan and others.

Seth was also aware there might be other ranks since they only knew there was a 5-star rank once Stronghold Leader Zogar attained it. However, that didn’t mean they cared little about such matters. With the Energy Mask Spectrometer, all that mattered was the enemy’s base energy level; everything else might as well be irrelevant.

Seth amplified his voice with the Vylkr energy coursing through him, responding, “I am Seth, one of the Key Leaders of Paradise.” Though his words were brief, they carried an unmistakable authority.

“Without permission, you entered Paradise’s territory, dared to threaten those under its protection, and even waged war on its forces. Your actions are something we will not condone. While Paradise is against ruthless killing, your offences are intolerable. You have two choices: surrender and plead for mercy, or face death and the inevitable fall of your Runaway City into our grasp.”

His voice then echoed even louder, “Do you concede?”

“We are only here to retrieve the Divine Artefact that Patriarch Rylan currently possesses without the authority of its rightful owners, our allies, the Wandering Wolf Borough Runaway City. If Paradise is willing to make an exchange, we will leave once we have collected the Divine Artefact,” Commander Edmar responded sternly. freёwebnovel.com

Seth snorted. “Paradise will not negotiate with anyone, regardless of who they are or who is behind them. You have two choices, and I will not repeat myself.”

All the orange-reddish scorching forged bladed weapons pointed toward Commander Edmar instantly.

The battle below had ceased, with everyone’s attention from all three Runaway Cities focused upward, understanding that the imminent confrontation would ultimately decide the winner of this war.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll leave you no choice but to fight and show us the true might of Paradise, to see if it matches that of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City,” Commander Edmar responded, his voice echoing across the battleground. He extended his left arm by his side.

Instantly, a Gearweaver Spear shot out from the top of the tower on the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City, heading toward him. As it reached his side, he grabbed it, halting its ascent.

“Boost,” Commander Edmar uttered.

The gears on his Devourer’s bracelet began to shift rapidly, pumping more Vylkr energy into his veins. Countless inky black strands of Vylkr energy burst out of his body, extending toward the Gearweaver Spear. Its gears shifted, amplifying the surge of Vylkr energy pouring into it. Within seconds, Commander Edmar and the weapon in his hands were enveloped in a surging mass of inky black energy that extended outward like a blazing flame.

“Energy Level – 1,998 BEM.”

The words flashed before Seth’s eyes. To any of the gods’ chosens below, such a massive surge of Vylkr energy conveyed Commander Edmar’s strength, detectable in its oppressive and ferocious aura that rivalled their own from a distance.

However, to Seth, it appeared as nothing more than vastly diluted Vylkr energy, which was insignificant compared to the pure Vylkr energy he controlled.

Observing the mysterious individual’s calmly collected posture, Commander Edmar aimed his spear, poised to strike. He couldn’t utilize dragonic energy for techniques in this form, as it would conflict with his Vylkr energy. Nonetheless, he remained free of doubt because this was his strongest form.

With a single flap of his wings, Commander Edmar lunged towards Seth, his right hand thrusting the Gearweaver Spear forward.

BANNGG!! BOOMM!!!

A bladed weapon from the strings of molten magma below surpassed Edmar’s speed, striking his spear out of his grasp. His hand twisted at an unnatural angle with a sickening ‘Crack’ before the bladed weapon exploded, engulfing half of Edmar’s body and half of his leathery wing in searing flames.

The fire easily burnt through his tough skin, charring his inner organs.

“ARRGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Edmar’s agonized scream echoed across the silent battlefield. He tried to articulate his pain-his twisted arms, burnt skin, seared wings-but only screams of anguish escaped his lips.

With his wings no longer able to support his body in the air, Commander Edmar swiftly descended down to the earth.

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