As Michael teleported to the Lords and the Awakened protecting them, Frederik and the Forest Elves focused on the strongest Summons. They slaughtered them with barrages of arrows and invisible wind blades, ending their lives before they could harm the Untamed Army.
The Forest Elves and Frederik paid the most attention to protecting the Untamed Army alongside Siegfried Dracoon. However, their protection wasn’t required often. The Untamed Army, strengthened through Elemental Might and granted benefits from Lokai’s Burning Fury Soultrait was strong enough to deal with the remaining weakened Tier-1 Summons.
Even injured Tier-2 Summons were dealt with great care and overwhelming numbers. They were eliminated in no time.
The Berserker and Warlock Centaur Summons enjoyed their fights. Their excitement shot through the roof as they mowed through the rows of enemies.
The weakened armies of the 10 Lords were not in their prime anymore, nonetheless, they weren’t pushovers either. At least, that was the case for most of the Combat Summons. It was just that they were exhausted. Their energy reserves and stamina had been depleted, leaving them with little to no power to defend against the massive army of the Untamed Army.
Michael faced no major issues in the battle against the Lords and their Awakened. He saw the Valyrs, Hiraku, and the Untamed Awakened circling the strongest forces of the enemy but didn’t pay much attention to it. There was no need to worry about his Subordinates and the Valyrs since he could deal with the Higher Lifeforms in the Savannah Region.
A few hours passed in the blink of an eye. The Untamed Army retreated into the Untamed Jungle to take care of their wounded and rest. The Untamed Awakened, on the other hand, collected the bodies that littered the ground all over the battlefield.
Most bodies hadn’t been slain by Michael or his subordinates, but that didn’t matter. Michael could extract some loot from the deceased whether they had been killed by him, his subordinates, or the Savannah’s Lords.
“This was a lot easier than I expected,” Mika said while caressing the Wyvernwood Bow. That was one of the weird habits Mika had gotten used to since he procured the Wyvernwood Bow.
Lilica ignored Mika’s habit of caressing the Wyvernwood Bow and stared intently at him.
“Sometimes, I wonder if you’re intentionally ignorant, or if your parents gave up teaching you after they realized that you’re slacking off,” She mumbled.
Opars appeared next to Lilica and smiled lightly, “He’s fooling around, Lilica. Don’t take him seriously. Mika is happy that we managed to kill 10 Lords relatively easily compared to last time.”
“Michael’s tactic worked out fairly well,” Lilica agreed, “Unfortunately, it won’t work a second time. I’m pretty sure that the Council of Xylon will rally their forces to attack the Untamed Jungle soon. They would only continue fighting each other if they were stupid. Or…if they have some other issues to take care of before they can attack the Untamed Jungle.”
Once all corpses were stored safely, Michael called the Untamed Awakened and Valyrs to gather.
“There are two smaller skirmishes nearby. I don’t know if their Lord is among them, but two armies with more than 30,000 members are fighting less than 100 kilometers north. Both armies have only one Higher Lifeform. I can deal with them quickly before we bulldoze both armies,” Michael reported, “Is everyone ready to go, or is someone too exhausted or injured to proceed fighting?”
Almost everyone sustained some injuries, but there was nothing that couldn’t be tended to by Opars’ Soothing Wave Soultrait, the Priests, or potions. No member of the Untamed Army sustained mortal wounds in the last fight.
“Since nobody is exhausted or too injured to continue fighting we should leave right away. We don’t want anyone to take away our precious treasure troves, right?” The corners of Michael’s lips tucked upward.
Zeroa mantled his body, initiating Taming’s Fusion to enhance his understanding of the spatial affinity drastically. His mastery skyrocketed, unlocking Cosmic Stride’s hidden potential.
Michael’s spatial-attributed energy was consumed rapidly as he coated his Subordinates and the Valyrs in countless golden mots. The golden mots glowed brightly right before teleporting everyone several kilometers north. Michael’s energy reserves were drained rapidly. The strain on his mind was also not to be underestimated. Therefore, he didn’t teleport everyone closer to the battlefield anymore.
Cosmic Stride wasn’t made to teleport more than 100 Awakened tens of kilometers through space. It was extraordinary at teleporting the User through space with a single thought and a fraction of energy.
“Stinger, it’s your turn,” Michael mumbled.
The Golden Stinger Wasp released its golden stinger more than a hundred times to hit every member of the Untamed Awakened and the Valyrs. A moment later, Michael reached out for Stinger to jump through space with a single passenger.
Michael left his people alone for a full minute. Afterward, the Untamed Awakened were the first to be replaced by Stinger.
The Golden Stinger Wasp appeared, replacing half a dozen Berserkers, only to disappear once again. A single Berserker emerged where Stinger disappeared.
Stinger was on the verge of collapsing after everyone reached the proximity of the battlefield between two Lords, but Opars’ Energy Imprint and Soothing Wave were enough to take care of the little monster’s mental strain and dried energy reserves.
The battle between the Lords’ forces was about to reach its climax when Michael and his people appeared. The strongest Summons and Awakened could have sensed the spatial fluctuations in the proximity, but they were too focused on bashing each other’s heads to notice anything.
They only realized that something was wrong when thunderous cheers resounded throughout the entire battlefield. Some fights slowed down, the combatants’ attention pulled to the side where the Untamed Awakened, Siegfried Dracoon, and the Valyrs could be seen charging at the armies. They engaged in battle right away and killed every enemy in their sight.
There was no delay or hesitation in their actions. In the Regional War of the Savannah Region, it was either kill or be killed, and neither Michael nor his people wanted to end up getting killed. They would much rather cleanly remove the obstacles obstructing their path.
Michael emerged next to the two Higher Lifeforms, who had been engaged in a fierce battle. Both Higher Lifeforms had sustained some injuries at this point, but they were still strong enough to block Michael’s first attack. He raked the Aethyr Blade across their breastplates, damaging their armor severely.
However, it was not enough to kill them with a single strike. It was a good thing that Michael didn’t intend to kill them with one attack, in the first place. He just wanted to see how strong he was without actively using his Soultraits.
The physical enhancement provided by Superior Constitution as well as the passive gains from 7-Star Extraction, and his other 6-Star Soultraits didn’t disappear. It was not like he could switch off Spirit Eyes either.
Michael used Leviathan Diffusion to circulate origin energy through his body in a specific pattern. The pattern focused on amplifying all major points in his body, strengthening his physique temporarily. Simultaneously, he unleashed the Breathing Technique, Breath of the Underworld. His mastery of Breath of the Underworld was not that high yet, but Michael could use it without injuring himself. .𝒎
He breathed out until his lungs were empty. Michael infused his lungs with origin energy when his lungs threatened to collapse. He took a deep breath of energy-infused air and pressed his lips together to keep the air inside him.
A burst of energy swept through his body as his lungs widened. Michael didn’t hesitate to make his move thereafter. He accelerated suddenly, the Aethyr blade in his hand transformed into a saber. The silver blade glimmered as if countless stars had been infused into it as he shot forth. His lungs burned like crazy but the energy channeled into them protected them from any harm.
Michael reached top speed and accelerated further, crossing the threshold he had always assumed to be his physical limit. He had been certain that he would have to use his Soultraits to surpass his physical limit.
However, that was not the case. A short burst with Breath of the Underworld managed to do the same.
His sudden acceleration and the terrific speed he reached at the end were enough to take the Higher Lifeforms by surprise. He didn’t manage to outright kill them, but the barrage of attacks he executed managed to injure the Higher Lifeforms.
A vibrant smile blossomed on his face.
‘I can injure Higher Lifeforms without using any Soultraits!’ Michael screamed inwardly, his excitement overflowing.
‘But they’re trashy. Calling them Higher Lifeforms is a disgrace to this title.’ Another voice spoke in Michael’s mind.
No. It was still his voice, but it was different. Michael was still the only one in his head, but he found himself filled with a new sensation. Disgust dwelled deep inside him as he stared coldly at the Higher Lifeforms.
It was true. Calling these foolish idiots Higher Lifeforms was a disgrace. No Higher Lifeform ought to be this fragile and easy to kill.
The disgust within him expanded. It seemed to occupy his entire being at some point, overwhelming Michael.
He activated the three Cursed Seals all of a sudden and unleashed several Qi Extraction Swords to impale the Higher Lifeforms without a warning. They were impaled, and their limbs severed with swift slashes right before Michael beheaded them.
‘You’re controlling me again!’ Michael roared in his mind, using every bit of mental power and willpower within him to suppress the Cursed Seals. He shoved them back into the deepest parts of his being and regained his senses.
The disgust that overwhelmed him before was no more. It disappeared with the death of the two Higher Lifeforms.
‘This Curse is a fucking menace!’
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