Chapter 1749 Crown [6]

Chapter 1749 Crown [6]

Damien made sure to avoid contact with August's people so that he wouldn't cause any anomalies, but when he made such a big move, he had to inform someone about it.

For the Holy Clans to disappear entirely was something nobody could have ever expected. And, when it happened when the Holy Dragons themselves were gone, it became even more of an unexpected boon.

Those six dragons weren't even in Arulion anymore. They were in the Heavenly World, prioritizing the artifacts Rose stole over everything else in the kingdom.

After all, if they regained those artifacts, then the kingdom's destruction wouldn't matter anymore. They could just create a new one.

Nevertheless, their presence being nonexistent in the realm gave August's forces more room to move freely. Now that they were only dealing with nobles and forsaken dragons, they didn't have to keep being cautious about the movements of other uninvolved parties.

Damien contacted Alcharist with a short message to let him know.

"The Holy Clans are no longer a problem. Act without caution."

That message alone found its way into the former Holy Dragon's ears, causing him to stumble a bit in surprise.

"Sorry? All of them?"

He tried to communicate back, but that seemed to be an impossibility. Damien's presence was already gone from his mind.

'As expected, great beings are hard to talk to.'

Alcharist smiled wryly. He thought he was someone great until he met that person, but since his horizons had been broadened, there wasn't much for him to say.

That person would not lie about such important matters.

Rather, that person saw no point in lying from his position above the clouds.

If he said that the Holy Clans were dealt with...

'Boy, you are lucky to have such a man as your father.'

Alcharist sent a message to August that naturally went unheard. As Damien said, they could now act without caution. All of the more powerful members of their force had remained on the backlines for the most part so as not to provoke the powerhouses from the other side to act too early.

Originally, it was only because they believed that the Holy Clans would also get involved if they saw so many Ancient Dragons and others close to that level dying, but there was no need to hesitate anymore, was there?

There was only one force close to the level of a Holy Dragon left on the enemy side, and that was none other than Hendricks himself.

By the time Alcharist finished processing Damien's message, he was already in the air, flying towards that man's last known position.

'...is fight.'

In the end, regardless of who they became or how he felt about them, he was their king. He was the person who was supposed to lead them and give them stability.

They had gone too far down this path to turn back now. Even if he said something, none of them would be willing to retreat.

Perhaps it was of their own doing, but hundreds of thousands of their brothers and sisters had died. They would not retreat without spilling more enemy blood.

Their chosen leader was supposed to be the one who ruled them, but in this moment, he chose to be ruled by their opinions instead.

If they wanted to fight until the last man, then he was willing to fight alongside them.

"Haa..."

He sighed to himself as he felt a presence approach. This place was relatively far from where his people were. Out of range enough to keep them away from the damage the fight caused, but close enough for him to always remain aware of their circumstances.

Nevertheless, he didn't have much time to think about them at the moment.

A daunting foe had approached.

With glistening green scales and a domineering appearance, Alcharist Revell flew in the skies above Hendricks.

He stood up from where he sat, his body transforming.

His form was still mainly draconic, however, his scales were made of metallic material and had a dirt-like appearance. There were jagged pieces of earth sticking out of his body in many places, replacing other draconic features like his horns.

It was the appearance of a dragon who was forced to embrace the earth to survive. It may have been less regal than Alcharist's form, but it contained a far greater story.

He did not flap his wings to fly. He didn't have wings in the first place.

However, hovering his body with mana was not a problem.

Hendricks met Alcharist in the air, fully aware of the nuances behind this fight.

If he lost here, then his people would be exterminated. Worse, they would be enslaved and even their future generations would suffer the consequences of their misdeeds.

Regardless of right or wrong, he had to win for their sake.

That was his fate as king.