Chapter 407 Never Trust A Necromancer

On the other side of the front, The king of the dragonic was sitting on top of a wyvern that had gem embedded armor on it. He looked across the battlefield with a grim expression. In the air he saw many opposing figures that had suddenly appeared, but what scared him the most was not the naga or the fact that he saw Ancient Tamal standing there but the two beings flying higher in the sky. "An ather dragon and a drakani. Both seem to have different evolutions compared to their ancestors. This…."

"King of the dragonic, are you going to pussy out on me? We have the numbers. There is no way we can lose this fight!" Fredrick might be acting calm, but even he, in the face of such power, felt that maybe this was not going to go as planned. He was already looking for an escape. He never thought that the damned man who stole the little fox from him would end up so powerful. On top of that, he had much more powerful people on his side. He was also not dumb enough to believe that having numbers meant anything in this world. He was just spewing nonsense out of his mouth to keep the dragonic king in check.

"Turn back!" A loud voice echoed across the battlefield. "Little welp, if you turn back now we can still salvage the situation, otherwise do not blame me for turning against my own clan."

The dragonic king looked up at Ancient Tamal with a complicated expression. But what kind of face would he have if he, the king who was personally leading this massive army, have if he returned from the battlefield defeated? He could not do it. His pride would not allow it. He had even weakened the front of the other continent by a lot by bringing over these forces. They were bound to be pushed back by the vampire clan.

He took a deep breath before yelling out: "What I do is for the good of the clan yet you Ancient Tamal have turned traitor. We will not back down from this fight. Destiny City and its inhabitants are a threat to our dragonic clan, and we will not stop until one side has been eliminated."

"Oh?" A voice sounded across the sky. It sounded very lazy but was filled with killing intent. "You wish to eliminate my city?"

"Lord Blake! Please calm down! This idiot does not speak for the entirety of the dragonic clan. The people can only follow his words." He was worried. Ancient Tamal was very worried. He felt that if he did not do something soon that Blake would destroy his entire clan today! He turned toward the dragonic king and yelled out. "We will duel! You and I will duel. But the forces you brought with you are not allowed to move an inch. In fact, they must pull back. I am only talking about the dragonic, not about the undead led by the necromancer."

Blake appeared next to Ancient Tamal. The pressure coming off him was making Ancient Tamal sweat. He lowered his head and asked pleadingly: "Lord Blake, please allow me to duel the dragonic king. Duels are sacred within our clan. If I win, they will have no choice but to fall back, and until the duel is over, they can not move."

"Humph! Tamal, I am allowing you to do this once. But I still want compensation for today and the previous times. If this idiot king of the dragonic gets ideas against my Destiny City again, he will not be able to keep his head. As for the undead and the necromancer. They can not leave this place alive." Blake's eyes landed on Fredrick, whose entire body began to sweat. He may have strength equal to that of the dragonic king, but he was nowhere close to an ancient nor the current Blake.

Blake sucked in a deep breath as he yelled out: "Dragonic soldiers. Split off from the undead now, or you will perish with them. We only want to cleanse this world of the necromancer's undead army."

The dragonic king was shaking. He did not understand why things had come to this. He knew for a fact he was no match against Ancient Tamal, but now he was being forced to fight him. He looked at Fredrick, who was visibly sweating now, and knew things had come to an end before it even started. "I am sorry, but my clan can no longer keep you company." With that, he flew up into the sky before the necromancer could do anything to him. He closed his eyes before slowly opening them again and said: "Ancient Tamal, I, the King of the Dragonic, hereby accept your duel."

Fredrick watched as the dragonic king flew off and clenched his fists. He should have cursed the damn bastard before he could turn traitor on him. "You want to leave me high and dry!? Do you think I did not come prepared!?"

With a snap of his fingers, the ground trembled as arms began poking up through the ground. Millions more undead slowly crawled up from underground.  Fredrick did not trust the dragonic king from the start and had already planned to do this, but since things have turned out this way, he would devour the entire dragonic clan before they could retreat! "Eat them!"

With one word, the undead all turned and began charging into the dragonic forces. The sudden change in events shocked not only the Dragonic king but also Blake and his people. "Blake, what should we do?" Lillia's voice sounded out in his head.

"We will kill all undead even if they are attacking our enemies! Go forth and use holy magic on them!" With these words, Blake waved his hand, and thousands of golden circles appeared in the air as golden spears slowly formed in front of them. "Heaven's Lance…."

Those golden spears shot forward and rained down onto the undead, instantly vaporizing them into dust. Everyone was shocked at the scene as groups of undead were mowed down with ease. Even Fredrick was not stupid enough to stick around anymore. He quickly merged into the shadows and disappeared in a puff of green smoke. His plans failed, and the enemy was too strong. He would need to grow more powerful and come back to gain his revenge.

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