410 Judgment Day [Part 7]
Vannaroth shared a similar trait with Amos.
Both of them were confident in their strength. But unlike the Wyvern King, the Manticore King didn't look down on humans.
This was why Arthur decided to unequip Camazotz's armor, which would have made the Throne nearly invincible, back when he had fought against it.
Arthur had felt Amos' conviction, so he decided to face him with that same level of determination.
Relying on the armor wasn't his style, so the two fought with their lives on the lines until Arthur emerged victorious.
Even in his dying moments, Amos didn't have any regrets—he had died fighting against someone who shared the same belief as him. For him, such death was honorable.
However, Vannaroth was different.
He was arrogant and never thought of humans as a force who could defeat them.
The previous attempts of the Wanderers to reclaim the Rigel Continent only solidified his impression of the human race.
But that was in the past.
Back then, they didn't have someone like Thirteen calling the shots.
And the Wyvern King, who was still thinking of its former glory, found itself being pushed back by a bombardment that it had never experienced in its lifetime.
Thirteen had created a killing zone, where the entire Naval Allied Fleet was throwing everything they got at the coordinates that the teenage boy had told them.
Because of this, regardless of Rank, none of the monsters were able to move unscathed. After all, they were facing off against the modern weapons that the Dvalinn Federation had developed for this moment.
Ever since they had secured the Twelve Sectors in the North of the Continent, the Dvalinn Federation didn't stop creating weapons that were effective against Flying Monsters.
Why?
Because they had been fighting Zed's Army for several years, they focused on this branch of weaponry.
As much as the Wyvern King wanted to annihilate his foes, there were three Monarchs standing in his way, preventing him from touching the Alpha Team, who were busy retreating.
Thirteen had aimed the missiles at the Wyvern King's Army, while the three Monarchs dealt with the leader.
Although Vannaroth was strong, fighting against three Monarchs wasn't an easy task, especially with Lawrence serving as the main offense.
Wendell wasn't really a combat-oriented Wanderer.
He was an All-Rounder, specializing in support, defense, and average damage.
Trevor Remington, on the other hand, was a full support, similar to a Cleric.
His role was to buff his allies and heal them in battle.
Since the three were working together with the intention of winning, the one being pushed back was none other than the Wyvern King, who was getting more and more frustrated with each passing second.
The barrage concentrated on the Wyvern King's Army prevented them from joining their leader in battle, which allowed the Monarchs to hold him back.
"Retreat!" Vannaroth roared as it flapped its wings desperately in order to escape.
But just as it had distanced itself from the Monarchs, a lone missile descended from the sky and hit its back directly.
A blinding flash of light spread across the heavens as both Wanderers and monsters reflexively averted their gaze from the explosion that sent a shockwave blasting outward, pushing the Monarchs, as well as the Flying Monsters, away from the point of impact.
Thirteen, who was sitting comfortably in the Command Center, tapped the Projection on the table and sneered.
"Checkmate."
Vannaroth's giant body fell from the sky.
Its scales were all shattered, and its body was bleeding profusely.
But just as it was about to crash on the ground, it flapped its wings desperately, preventing a lethal fall.
It then used every bit of strength that was left on its body to fly to its army, using them as cover to protect itself.
Although they knew that protecting their leader was suicide, all the Flying Monsters advanced with determination.
The Monarchs wanted to finish off Vannaroth, but they also knew that they would be in danger if they faced thousands of flying monsters that were dead set on blocking their path.
At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from their communicators.
"Hold your ground, and support the Omega Team," Thirteen ordered. "But Zion, the Wyvern King is on its last legs!" Wendell replied. "We just need to push a little more, and he will die!"
The Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation was unwilling to let the Wyvern King go. If they managed to kill it, they would be one step closer to liberating the Northern Regions of the Continent.
"It doesn't matter if it escapes," Thirteen replied. "Follow my instructions and support our ground forces. We are so close to winning. Don't throw it away just because you are unable to control your emotions. "All you need to do is listen to what I say, and I will give you the victory you have been yearning for all these years. But if you really wish to deal with the Wyvern King, then go ahead and do it. I'll wash my hands, and let you take responsibility for the countless lives that will be lost because of your stupidity."
Everyone in the command center turned to look at their Supreme Commander anxiously.
No one in the world dared to call a Monarch stupid.
Those who did had already died a dog's death. With this in mind, they couldn't help but tremble—their Supreme Commander didn't even bat an eye when he said such a thing to the Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation.
Renz, on the other hand, only smirked after hearing Thirteen's words.
He had the same thoughts as the teenage boy. If his brother really went after the Wyvern King, instead of holding their ground, that would definitely go down in history as the reason why this mission failed.
Wendell clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths in order to calm his emotions.
"Boy, you really don't know how to hold back huh?" Wendell said in an icy tone. "Are you not afraid that I won't pinch you to death after this mission ends?"
"I'm not afraid of incompetent people," Thirteen replied. "If you can really do that, then go ahead. It will be your funeral though."
Benedict, who was on the special line used by Monarchs, Thrones, and the Commanders of the expedition, couldn't help but suck a breath of air.
"Although I hate Arthur, this grandson of his is right down my alley," Benedict muttered. "Good thing my granddaughter, Leah, is of the same age as him. I better lay down the plans now while there's still time."
The Thrones of the Dvalinn Federation, who was right beside him, couldn't help but think the same way.
If they had someone like Zion in their family tree, then they could die happy, knowing that their bloodline would prosper for years to come.