Standing by with the barbarians over at the rocky mountain, Weed looked at the sky. The direction of the drifting clouds had changed. Of course, Weed’s actions weren’t for probing the secrets of nature, as legendary genius philosophers have done.
“The sun is at high noon. It’s time to eat. Let’s eat, everyone!”
Weed ate a meal with the barbarians first. It was time to give his stomach sturdy fuel.
“Your body can’t endure if you don’t eat up.” Weed didn’t spare the back meat of Black Wild Boar and roasted it.
The ultimate wild boar barbecue! It was the delicacy of all delicacies one could eat with a big battle ahead. As he turned the boar round and round, he sprinkled on plenty of salt and pepper.
*Gulp!*
The sound of the barbarians swallowing their saliva rang aloud.
The well-roasted barbecue was savory and melted gently in the mouth. As they ate boar, which boasted the most delicious taste, they watched what could be called the ultimate view.
“It’s gonna take quite a while.”
The King Hydra, Embinyu Church, and Balkan’s fight was now kicking into high gear. The Undead army’s numbers rose steadily, and the King Hydra ran amok while destroying the fortress as if it owned it.
The Embinyu Church’s remaining forces all came out as well— it was hard to judge where the course of the battle would flow. It had seemed the Embinyu Church was briefly getting pressed back when the wall fell, but they blocked it with additional forces. Thanks to the service of the elite Dark Knights, the Embinyu displayed unfaltering might. Since they were fighting with the Demonic Spirits’ aid as well, the Embinyu Church seemed to be alive and well.
“Since the fortress isn’t completely destroyed, either.”
Archers shot arrows while hidden in cover! The Priests also eliminated the Undead with Holy magic by using the narrow passages and structures. The Embinyu Church seemed like they could beat the Undead army in a moment if they could restore order!
The King Hydra began to spray poison gas as it leapt around hellishly. As was characteristic of Necromancers, Balkan raised the Undead army from the safety of the rear.
The incredible scenes, awful enough to make a watcher’s eyes spin, did not cease.
A tower rising high into the air steadily tilted to the side with a roar and completely collapsed. The stone gargoyle mounted askew on the spire spread its wings as it flew towards another place. It seemed Balkan had also summoned the stone gargoyle and a harpy-like aerial monster at some point.
A fire broke out in the castle and was blowing acrid smoke into the sky; there were also many Soldiers falling on the wall.
The dogfight of all dogfights!
Finished with his meal, Weed spread his arms wide. “It’s finally time for the last guest to arrive.”
He was positioned to actively welcome the most precious guest. It was time for the last guest to be summoned by the Power of the Deliverer.
As the three groups leapt about in the Embinyu fortress, the space above distorted greatly and something black and lump-like bulged out.
The crystallization of dignity and nobility! With scales sturdier than mithril and perfect aesthetic quality, it was an existence possessing even beauty. The race no one on the Versailles Continent did not know.
There was a rumor that by simply consuming the Dragon Heart, their body would experience an increase of maximum Mana by over 5,000, and if a Magician were to eat it, it would raise their magic level up a step.
The embodiment of great authority, the Black Dragon.