The Witch Hunter System

"Sir Pendragon's proud followers…?"

The imperial commander's lips twitched after he heard Berucha's answer. He vaguely recalled hearing such a name before.

Wasn't that the name of Duke Zaahir's hired candidate? Didn't this person arrive at the imperial capital just a few days ago? How did he get such a group of martial fanatics to become his diehard followers?

What was going on?

There had been so many problems within the imperial capital in the past few days that he had not paid much attention to the Black Mountain.

However, seeing how even the old monsters left the Black Mountain for this 'Pendragon,' something significant must have happened there.

Nevertheless, the imperial commander in charge of the defensive line didn't ponder for long before the rumbling footsteps of imperial reinforcements arrived.

When Emperor Varan and the Red Wyvern Ancestor led their forces over, they did not see the defense army's desperation as they expected. Instead, the defense army appeared more relaxed and resting.

On the other hand, a group of martial madmen were fighting with reckless abandonment in the vanguard.

What the fuck?

This is the so-called desperate need for help?

Emperor Varan shifted his gaze to the imperial messengers, but they could respond with looks of confusion and bewilderment.

Naturally, they had no idea what transpired at the front lines during their absence.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, several strong gusts of wind brushed past them as Piaro led a group of red dragons to join the battle. Each of them was battle-worn and ridden with wounds, but none shied away from the upcoming fight.

Piaro was especially excited despite winning a battle against a vampire member of the Night Parade with much difficulty.

However, it was also through that battle that he had learned the true joy and excitement of life-or-death battles.

"Hahaha! Here I come, blood-sucking fiends! Who will be my next opponent?!" Piaro roared excitedly.

Boom!

With a heavy impact, Piaro crashlanded into a sea of Pseudo-Vampires, Halflings, and True Vampires. It sent out a shockwave that instantly blew away dozens of Pseudo-Vampires and Halflings.

Roar!

Piaro followed up with a mighty dragon roar, instilling shock and terror into the hearts of the weak-minded vampires.

He was not interested in fighting weaklings.

Only another strong opponent like the members of the Night Parade could get his heart pumping from the thrills of danger.

Nevertheless, the trinary effect of Vaan's flying formation, the martial warrior group, and the dragons crushed the vampire army's momentum and morale into oblivion.

The imperial soldiers didn't expect their despairing situation to be overturned in a short instant. It left their jaws dropping in surprise and amazement.

However, none of these three newly arrived forces seemed to have anything to do with their imperial army.

"Holy… Which battalion does that group of battle maniacs belong to? They look unfamiliar… Wait, why is their morale so high? Did they take some potent stimulants or something?" a newly arrived imperial captain exclaimed in shock.

"They… don't belong to any imperial battalion, Sir. They are Martial Hall's warriors situated in the Black Mountain…" an imperial soldier corrected the imperial captain's misunderstanding.

However, his explanation gave the imperial captain and everyone else around him a greater shock.

"Huh? That makes even less sense. Why are they like that? Did the vampires murder their ancestors or something?" another imperial soldier from the reinforcement group spouted with disbelief.

Emperor Varan overheard the ongoing gossip within the imperial army, and his lips couldn't help but twitch.

It was the imperial army's duty to protect their country, and this was also their war. However, they couldn't keep up with it at all.

Other forces had stolen their spotlight.

"So, who is this person?" Emperor Varan shifted his attention after noticing Berucha, who looked pompous while watching the fierce battle from a safe spot.

"Uh… He claims to be Sir Pendragon's follower and appears to be the leader of the martial madmen, Your Majesty…" the defense commander replied.

"Sir Pendragon…?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the defense commander nodded, adding, "Supposedly, the person controlling that big flying formation of bats, birds, and wyverns is called Sir Pendragon."

Emperor Varan immediately turned to Kuvat for answers.

However, Kuvat also gave him a seemingly confusing answer, "The one controlling that flying formation is also our god."

"Hold on… This isn't making any sense to me…" Emperor Varan failed to process the information.

He had been under the impression that the Red Dragon Clan's god was some mighty divine dragon. However, his soldier told him a person called Sir Pendragon was also controlling the flying formation.

Furthermore, Kuvat didn't deny they weren't the same person. In fact, he admitted they were indeed the same person.

In other words, the Red Dragon Clan's god wasn't a god, but a… human?!

Emperor Varan glanced in the direction of Vaan's flying formation with a mixture of severity and disbelief.

"You're telling me that is the power of a man?" Emperor Varan uttered.

"The Supreme Leader of Red Dragon Clan is indeed a young human male, but he isn't just any man… Mind you, he is our Dragon God and our sky," Kuvat corrected with a displeased look.

He found it insulting to compare the Supreme Leader to other human men.

Nevertheless, Emperor Varan's world and common sense appeared to be crashing. The strength he worked hard to obtain over countless years was easily surpassed by someone far younger than him.

Emperor Varan felt like he had lived his life in vain.

That said, he only dwelled in his dispiriting and depressing thoughts briefly before moving on. He was, after all, still the emperor of a great empire and had lived for two hundred years.

There was no setback he couldn't overcome.

More importantly, there was no need for him to compare himself to the Red Dragon Clan's Supreme Leader. They had different talents, luck, and destiny.

Forcing the comparison would only be bad for his mental health.

'Sigh, how envious… Ah, I shouldn't think about it. It will only make me feel more depressed and useless,' Emperor Varan silently thought with a sad smile that was uglier than crying.

Suddenly, strong discomfort welled up in his chest, causing him to cough violently.