Chapter 212: Might Makes Right

Chapter 212: Might Makes Right

A day passed since Iras capture and Averys injury. Deep within the Valkyrie fortress, Lauren and Casey sat at Averys bedside. Raveria and Valeryn were also present with looks of devastation filling their faces.

Is there any good news in all of this? Lauren asked as she looked at Avery. The latter hadnt awoken due to her exhaustion paired with the wound left by Harith.

It isnt a fatal injury but Casey trailed off.

But? Lauren raised an eyebrow.

I cant say when shell wake up and given the circumstances, well be in trouble without her power, Casey said with a sigh.

As she finished speaking, Valeryn rushed out of the room.

Ryn! Raveria hesitated for a moment, looking at her mother before chasing after him. If the Valkyries looked closer they would notice that determination were on the children's faces rather than sadness.

Averys body slightly stirred but she was still unconscious. The thick bandages wrapped around her shoulders began to redden.

And healing magic wont work? Lauren approached Avery and caressed her face.

No...At least, it doesnt do much to help. Shell have to heal on her own. Casey answered once again. She didnt fear for her daughters life but rather what would happen if they were to let Avery succumb to her wounds. Ira was unpredictable in that regard and there was no telling what he would do.

Well have someone monitor her. In the meantime, well coordinate our defense. If Iras words were true we shouldnt have to hold out for long.

Lauren and Casey left a few Dark Elves to watch over Avery and headed for the war room.

Listen up you weaklings! Harper shouted at the top of her lungs. We are going to defend this place even if we die!

She paced back and forth in an almost intimidating matter. It was just too bad her short stature made it seem a like a stage play of some sort.

Her audience consisted of hundreds of half-dragons, a few groups of lycanthropes, and at the very front:

Gerald clad head to toe in a set of heavy armor made from behemoth bone, a shield that almost covered his entire body, and grotesquely-shaped mace. Aldis with his two swords attached to his hip and Amy who stood next to him with an ornate red spear in her hands. Wilma, who was more commonly referred to as the Will of Purgatory, seemed clueless. Cibylla, a young half-dragon prodigy who was praised by the Valkyries and even Ira. And squeezed among, Zephyr who attempted to disguise himself by wearing a hood.

Now, I know you arent the first choice. Or the second. But you are damn sure the third! Harper mused with the airs of a veteran general. Since all of you are so pitiful. I, the strongest out of all of you, will begrudgingly lead!

Harper puffed out her chest at her own compliment, ignoring the strange look coming from Aldis.

Gerald! Harper pointed her metal baton at him. You are in charge of holding the line! If anyone gets past you Im going to cut your heart out and eat it.

Hmm, Gerald gave an aggressive grunt in reply. His current predisposition was a bit more violent due to the large quantities of behemoths blood he was given in order to strengthen his body.

Of course, since Charles was overseeing it there was no way he would stop with just that. He found a few willing lycanthropes and added their blood in the mix in order to see what would occur. The result? Gerald would temporarily gain a weaker version of the abilities of the Lycanthropes and incredible strength as long as he continued regular consumption of the mixture. The plan was to slowly wean Gerald off of the concoction and return him to normal after the war ended as he was likely to become addicted to it.

I dont want any backtalk! Harper narrowed her eyes at him.

Hmph, Gerald grunted again but Harper nodded with approval as if it was different than previously.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Aldis and Amy! You lovebirds will be at the head of the strike team. Youll meet the invaders head on so be prepared! Harper ordered.

Got it. Aldis and Amy nodded together.

Got it what? Harper questioned.

They turned their attention to Randolph who was laid on a golden altar. It was unnecessary, but in preparation of welcoming a God, it would be best not to skip on pleasantries.

Make sure the mortals act in accordance lest they find themselves slaughtered on the spot. Harith sent one of the lower-ranked Angels off to announce the arrival of a God that would be inhabiting Randolphs body in order to bring the war to a close.

There would be skepticism but that was only until the God arrived. Once it did, no one would be able to raise a word of doubt.

Randolphs body was covered in an intricate suit of armor with the Godsteel blade placed in his grip.

Then we shall wait. Harith and the other Angels began to kneel in front of Randolph.

After that, it was hard to say how much time had passed but they didnt move a single inch. In fact, more Angels arrived to prostrate themselves and eventually something began to happen.

A golden light shined from the sky on the tent where the Angels were and the entire army turned their eyes to that spot. Some people immediately dropped down in prayer while others were too stunned to react.

Either way, the golden light shined bright before a loud explosion occurred and the tent was ripped away. All the while, Randolphs body began to undergo some...changes. His hair turned long and golden while the shape of his face moved to reach perfection. There was also a divine golden light shining from his eyes. His body grew to some extent, making him taller and far significantly more muscular.

The Angels in close proximity witnessed those changes with their eyes and they groveled fervently.

Randolph opened his eyes and slowly began to sit upright. His eyes were half closed as if he was unaware of what was going on. It was only when he climbed down from the altar did he gain clarity.

Ah, I see. A deep voice emerged from Randolphs mouth. He examined his hands and took a step forward, the weight of his presence was perceivable and his smallest action seemed to make the earth tremble.

Its been so long since Ive felt this feeble, He clenched and unclenched his hands again before looking out at the millions who suddenly kneeled before him.

Mortals. His eyes were completely indifferent and their worshipping made no difference to him.

Hear me. His voice suddenly increased in volume, burrowing into the souls of the listeners. I am Rythar, The God of Might and Righteousness.

As he finished, the Unified Army began praising his name. Millions of voices echoing together in a chorus. Until they suddenly quieted down which surprised Harith.

These mortals dare! Harith was shocked at how fast the mortals stopped their praises. A measly few seconds wasnt enough to encapsulate the divine being who stood in front of them in his eyes.

Even Rythar slightly frowned. The Mortals previously had a loose following of religion. There were so many Gods that they couldnt all be named so usually the Mortals prayed to whatever ambiguous figure lorded over their particular need. Gods of justice, harvest, love, etc.

Then, in another show of disrespect, the mortals began whispering.

Silence! Harith screamed at them viciously.

They grew quiet, but their eyes were no longer focused on the incarnation of a God that stood in front of them. Rather, they all focused on the Tartarus.

Just what is it that draws their attention so? Rythar turned around and then he saw it.

The magnificent creation the Gods made to capture Ira was beginning to emit a faint black mist. Each segment of the sphere was spinning like a puzzle cube. The speed increased and so did the volume of black mist being released.

The Avarus. Rythar frowned.

Iras threat was still fresh in his mind. His promise to kill the Gods. He didnt take it seriously at all but seeing a divine creation struggling to contain Ira began to make him reconsider how they saw the Avarus.

I want that city taken and its people killed. Only spare those who are directly related to the Avarus so I can kill them myself. Rythar ordered Harith who responded with a belated nod.

Then, Rythar approached the golden altar and slammed his palm on it causing it suddenly changed into a magnificent throne that even a King would find too lascivious. He took his place on the throne and it slowly rose into the sky.

Do not disappoint me, Mortals. Rythars voice echoed across the sky like thunder. There was no one who would dare disobey his will.

And at that moment, the siege of the Underground City finally began.