At this point Isabel and Creed turned their back and ran, hoping to meet up with their armies before Kira and the other forces of Derik's sect gets to them. They sincerely believed that as long as they are able to successfully meet up with their own army, they can defeat Kira and his evil army. They expected only fifteen thousand people to be on Kira's side and if Cyrus sect decides to participate, they will gain another additional fifteen to twenty thousand fighters and mages at most but this was not the case.
Right now even those watching the battle from the distance were horrified, in fact, everyone in the empire was horrified. Who would have thought the palace of the dead had such a trump card like this. Before they could even share their opinions on the possible outcome of the battle a cold breeze carrying a great amount of death aura blew from the mountain, down to the battlefield. With the death aura in the battlefield, Kira and the other seven were like prehistoric beasts, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.
Unknown to these people before Derik left, he opened the passageway to his domain in his underground meditation chamber, that way the sect will never lack death aura to improve their cultivation speed. Also, he granted only the core members of his sect like Kira, Kuen, Kin, Blake, Jean, Andrew, Philip, and Dimitris access to his domain to cultivate and grow stronger. This was the reason why Kira was so confident, with access to Derik's domain which is the resting place of his army of the dead which includes, humans, elves, lizardmen, magic beasts and even the fifty thousand orc souls, they could easily raise an undying army of about a hundred and fifty thousand members.
With this force, they can easily crush any army that dares to face them without fear of anything or anyone.
"They had such a trump card? That explains why they were so confident" Agus muttered in surprise.
He and slightly more than fifteen thousand soldiers from the palace of life stood above the black clouds looming over the city of Gyro. On his face were mixed emotions while he stared at the massive blood moon in disbelief. He had always believed that their two sects had always been equal in power and number and this has always sustained their relationship as equals up till now. But after seeing the members of Derik's sect going all out, he realized how dumb he was to think that way. Even when he tried to compare Derik's strength with Cyrus, he always realized that Derik has always been stronger. Even if the difference in strength is not much, that little difference can mean a lot in a life and death battle, even so, Derik has always treated Cyrus as an equal and has always respected his decisions. At this moment he realized that what has been keeping their sects together as allies have not been equality in power, but the relationship between their sect masters.
"Someday, we will catch up to your sect" Agus muttered to himself.
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"This… Are you sure Derik left the empire in the first place?" Daemon wore a flabbergasted expression while watching the two sides clash. She finally realized while Kira insisted on handling this matter alone!
Compared to the assistance they were planning to give out, this was way better. Not only did the threefold magic spells enhance the overall power of dark mage and supernatural beast to the point that they were undergoing mutation right in the middle of the battle but it also messed with the forces of the allied nobles mentally, reducing their overall fighting prowess.
"Didn't I tell you they have a plan, You shouldn't be jealous… You are married to someone as great as Donald… hehehe" Gerald whispered these words into Daemon's ears.
Swoosh!
Instinctively, Daemon pulled out her dagger and lighting speed and stabbed at the figure behind her fiercely, but Gerald was already gone before her daggers could reach him.
"Bastard!" It seemed Gerald's words hit the right spot, leaving an infuriated Daemon alone to drown in her pain and sorrow.
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Bang!
Bang!!
Andrew was like a ghastly figure, shrouded in black clouds as he blitz threw the forces of the allied nobles, reaping lives by the hundreds. With a simple dagger in his hand, each person he flew past would have their throats cut open before they can even react. The enhancements he had gotten greatly boosted his power, making him confident of taking down anyone below the peak grade of the silver realm.
Woooosh!
A figured dressed in a white and golden robe which is now soiled in blood appeared with a golden broadsword in his hand suddenly appeared and swung his weapon through the darkness speeding towards an oracle.
Peng!
Andrew was forced out of the shadow when the broadsword collided with his dagger, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. His eyes dilated and his hands felt numb from the impact of the attack, he didn't think someone as young as him would possess such power.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you move any further…" the youth pushed back his golden hair with his bloodied hands, beneath his feet were werewolves killed by this youths blade.
With just a glance, Andrew knew he had met a youth from a noble family. That explains how he could achieve such a level at such a young age! His family must be investing quite a lot in him to get him up to this level.
"I see… You wish to die?" Andrew asked with a raised eyebrow. Replacing his normal dagger with a black dagger shrouded in death aura, similar to the one Blink used when battling against the orc.
"Hahaha… You are not my opponent!" The youth from the noble family stared at Andrew disdainfully as he spoke. Golden runes began appearing on his golden broadsword and divine aura began radiating from it.
Seeing this, Andrew's expression turned ugly as he knew light magic was the weakness of all dark magicians. Adding light magic to his weapon, perfectly combining magic and physical strength is not a normal cultivator can achieve.
"Paladin! You are a paladin!!!" Andrew's expression turned gloomy as realization dawned on him.