Second World



"Yes!" Tip exclaimed. He had been monitoring Domon and the others' progress from the projection above his command platform.

"What?" John asked. He was back to resuming control of the army after the chat with Linda.

"Domon had successfully killed… the enemy's tactician," Tip said. He almost blurted out killed your mother.

"Perfect!" John exclaimed. "Glad that old relic doesn't disappoint. Now, let us not waste his effort."

With Linda gone, no one was controlling the war table. The troops lost their central command, which meant their coordination would be severely affected. They were now acting on their own.

Not long after, both the guild armies from World Maker and World Ruler also disappeared. Domon had successfully taken out Motherboard and Lead Designer as well. He also destroyed the war table and the two command platforms before issuing the order to retreat. There was no need to deal with all the soldiers there once their objectives were completed.

With the enemy guild armies gone, the members and guild army of Everlasting Heavenly Legends felt as if a big boulder had been lifted from their shoulders. Tip filled the members in on what had happened and sent them John's instructions.

The surviving mages who had the Absolute Zero Lotus mega spell immediately used this chance to start cooperating on their casting. Before this, they were so outnumbered that they couldn't safely cast the spell. They were always interrupted. They were even the victim of the enemy's mega spell.

Now, they finally could retaliate. Several gigantic ice lotuses blossomed where the enemies were most crowded.

John also controlled the Themisphere army to make use of the enemy's lack of coordination. He made several maneuvers that targeted the enemy's weak points and sent them into further confusion.

Unfortunately, they had lost quite substantially in the past few hours of battle. Even with his side having better coordination now, it was still difficult to breach the difference in number disadvantage. All he could do was keep them from losing further while trying to chip the enemy's force down.

*

On the sky, Master was above the marshland. On his back were two giant bat wings. It was a skill from his bloodline, demonic wings. These wings gave him a faster flying speed compared to his normal Fly spell.

He was originally on his way back to the command center after receiving the emergency distress message from Linda. He stopped now because he knew it was too late. Linda's name was greyed. She had been killed, and so was Motherboard.

He turned back and saw that his guild army was no more. After seeing that World Ruler's guild army was also gone, he knew Lead Designer also suffered the same fate.

He sent a message to Long, "Where were you? I sent you the order to go protect our command center, didn't I?"

"Give me a break! I almost die, you know. I barely escaped not long ago. I'm still trying to catch my breath," Long replied.

"Hmph! Come and join the main battle!"

"Once I catch my breath."

'Impudent punk,' Master cursed within. He couldn't waste his time lamenting what had happened. He turned and flew back in the direction of the battlefield.

On his way, he looked in the direction of the enemy's command center. To get to that place, they had to cross through the mass of enemy troops. It won't be easy to pierce through all that defense, even from the sky. With his guild army's werebats gone, the eagle rider hunters were back to exert their dominance in the sky.

However, he could fly in a roundabout way through the cliffs to catch the enemy off guard, just like how the enemy had done.

He studied the current situation. With their current advantage in number, it should still be no problem winning this battle even if they had lost the war table and the guild armies. But he wanted a swifter victory, destroying the enemy's war table could provide that.

After giving the matter a quick thought, Master changed direction. He flew along the marshland at a low altitude to avoid detection before climbing to the top of the cliffs. He then continued flying over the cliffs until he passed where the enemy command center was.

He then made a turn and was now heading straight for the command center.

*

"John, someone is coming from our flank!" Tip informed.

"Heh, they think they can trick me with my own strategy?" John chuckled. He had placed a few of the Blood Count units all over the marshland's edge and around the cliffs. The blood counts had superb agility that allowed them to traverse difficult terrains. They could also hide as long as there were shadows. Once one of these blood counts saw an enemy, that enemy would register on the projection above the guild army command platform.

"How many?" John asked.

"Just one…," Tip answered.

"F*ck me. The enemy is even crazier than me," John said. "Wait… Do you have an eye on the enemy's boss?"

"No. Do you think this one is Master?"

"Very likely…"

"Do you want to call Jack over?" Tip asked.

"No. His regal outfit's set bonus gives his army a good boost if he is nearby. He is more effective if he is on the battlefield."

"So, who should I call? Nilrem?"

"Nilrem is a spellcaster. She is better suited to kill a large number of weak soldiers. Call Rahab. He should be free now that the enemy's guild heroes are no more. I will call additional reinforcement to aid him."

"Got it!" Tip said and used the platform to send the instruction to the guild hero.

John sent the message for reinforcement. All the while, his hands never stopped moving along the war table, continuously moving the army's positions to utilize all the available opportunities. His expression was serious. He was fully focused. Despite destroying the enemy's command center, they were not out of the woods yet.

The most troubling factor was the enemy's reinforcement that hit their flank, the Cult of Phobos.

Even though this cult was only a legion of 20,000. The members of this cult were mostly at higher levels than the average country soldiers. The most troublesome was, of course, their two mythical leaders, Strah and Korku. The two had caused untold casualties once they joined the battle.

John had to leave them for now. He couldn't think of a solution to deal with the cult. He hoped Eoranth could finish the Primordial Hydra and Vekja so the dragon could come to aid them. Otherwise, he was afraid that they were still f*cked.