Chapter 685: Rally To Me!

Chapter 685: Rally To Me!



"Everyone, please evacuate a few miles away from the city," Thirteen ordered. "This is no longer something ordinary Wanderers can face head-on."

"But if we retreat each time something like this happens, what will become of the human race?" a Wanderer asked. "Will we have to retreat until we no longer have a place to retreat?"

Thirteen glanced at the young man, who seemed to be in his late teens.

"You live in this city?" Thirteen asked.

The young man gritted his teeth before nodding his head.

It was very easy for Thirteen to figure out why the young man spoke the way he did. For him, Glory City was the place where he grew up.

If it disappeared from the world, a good chunk of his past would disappear alongside it. Some of the residents of the Sirius Continent originally hailed from the Antares Continent, which had been the first continent to fall from the Jinn Invasion.

Although the current generation no longer remembered how it happened, their Grandfathers passed the story to their fathers, and their fathers to them.

Even the residents of the Cygni Continent had also evacuated to the Sirius and Aldebaran Continent.

Some of the Wanderers, who were present in the team led by the Hero Party, belonged to the Cygni Continent.

"The young man's words resonated in their hearts.

If they really kept running forever, there would come a time when they no longer had a place

to run.

When that happened, what would they do?

Countless eyes looked in the direction of the thirteen-year-old, who was standing in front of them with his hands behind his back.

They were waiting for him to say something.

Hoping that he would say the words they wanted to hear.

"I think you are misunderstanding something," Thirteen replied. "The reason why I asked all of you to make a strategic retreat is not because we are going to let the monsters rampage as they please.

"I asked you to back away, so you wouldn't get in the way of the Elite Forces who will deal with this Monster Outbreak."

Thirteen scanned the faces of the people who were looking at him and looked at them in disdain.

"If we're in Solterra, your way of fighting might work because you'll only have to deal with a monster or two, or probably a small group of them," Thirteen explained. "But this is a Monster Outbreak. You are not a trained unit who can follow orders to that dot.

"Earlier, I asked all of you to retreat, but the majority of you questioned my order. If this was in the military, all of you would have already been punished by military law for defying orders.

"A headless group of ragtag Wanderers think that they can face a Monster Outbreak led by a Rank 7 Sovereign? Are all of you delusional?"

The Wanderers looked at the teenage boy, whom they had idolized, and shuddered in horror. They always thought of Zion Leventis as a righteous person, who would encourage them to fight.

Even if this fight would lead them to their deaths, they would fight willingly!

But now, not only did he not encourage them, he even looked down and disdained them.

Those eyes filled with ridicule made them feel anger rising up from their chests.

The teenage boy then took out a red helmet and wore it, only showing his eyes.

A red flame rose up from the back of his helmet, which Thirteen installed to make it look cool.

He was now like a red version of the Pokem*n Ceruledge, looking imposing in front of

everyone.

Sherry's Armored Blade Panther, whom she named Mors, walked beside Thirteen and lowered

its body so that the teenage boy could ride its back.

The two looked incredibly well together, like a knight and his loyal mount.

"Who's coming with me?" Thirteen asked in a domineering tone, which made some girls

among the Wanderers feel their spine tingle.

Vincent looked at the teenage boy with a faint smile on his face.

He was the first to take a step forward and stand by his side.

Derek, who had been mesmerized by how cool-looking his Master was, cursed internally

because Vincent had beaten him to be the first to accompany his Master to battle.

Erica, Sherry, Diana, and Rianna followed.

Shana sighed helplessly before she, too, took a step forward.

Roland gave Joshua a sidelong glance before they too, walked forward.

Soon, all the Wanderers felt their blood and hearts burning inside their chest as they raised

their hands to utter a warcry.

Thirteen smiled faintly from behind his helmet and pointed his sword toward the city.

"Rally to me!" Thirteen shouted as he urged Mors to charge forward.

The main reason he said all of those things was to make the Wanderers obey him absolutely, preventing the senseless loss of lives just because they couldn't follow his orders.

Now that they had been riled up by his challenge, they would become his sword and cut

through the Monster Tide like a hot knife through butter.

The Wanderers, who were now pumped up to fight, summoned their Avatars to carry them to

Glory City, where the enemies awaited.

Land and Flying Avatars numbering in the hundreds all surged like an unstoppable wave.

This time, they were no longer a rag-tag group of people without a leader.

This time, they were following Zion Leventis to battle, and it would be a battle that they would remember for a lifetime.