Everywhere Thirteen looked, only flames and carnage could be seen.
The flag he had planted beside him fluttered amidst the mayhem, standing tall and proud.
A few minutes later, the screech of a hawk reached his ears, which made him glance in a certain direction.
‘He’s there,’ Thirteen thought. ‘But, he’s still too far.’
Vassago had finally pinpointed Arundel’s location, but he was ten miles away from the center of his formation.
Knowing the Majin Prince’s nature, the seven-year-old knew that if he wanted to lure the beast to his trap, he needed to entice it first.
The question was… how?
Arundel would only take action once he was certain that victory was a hundred percent his.
Having thought of this, Thirteen immediately started analyzing, thinking what could potentially threaten a Majin Prince, when he was the most powerful being in the Valbarra Archipelago at the moment.
The Barbarian King, Tigerkin King, Orc King, Ogre King, and Troll King were only Thrones.
They were no match against a Majin Prince, and yet, Arundel still hadn’t made a move, which surprised him.
Using his Soul Core to gather information, the boy sat on Blacky’s back in silence while his team defended him from any and all possible attacks that targeted his life.
Percival, Adira, and Dixon were the most active of all, while Giga Chad stood close to his Master, standing on two legs like a bear ready to strike.
They noticed that Zion seemed to have fallen into a trance, making him extremely vulnerable at the moment.
Fire Bats and Hell Chargers had targeted the boy, but they were all sent flying or killed by the boy’s protectors. They couldn’t even touch a single strand of his hair.
Finally, after ten grueling minutes, Thirteen snapped back into focus, making him narrow his eyes.
“Forneus’ weapons,” Thirteen muttered. “Arundel is afraid of the weapons that were crafted from the Fiend’s body part.”
The Seven Celestials and the Seven Fiends were the strongest existences in the World of Solterra.
They were the only beings that kept the Majin Princes and Majin Princesses in check, preventing the latter from taking over the entire world.
Gritting his teeth, Thirteen issued his orders.
“We need to get near the Kings!” Thirteen ordered. “Follow me!”
The boy urged Blacky to run toward the part of the battlefield where the Tigerkin King and Ogre King were battling against the Fire Dragon, Herrakon.
He didn’t dare go near the Magma Fiend because the bulk of Arundel’s Army was protecting it.
The Fire Dragon King had crashed a good distance away from the main battlefield, but the danger of going to that place was just as high.
The Fire Dragon was a Rank 9 Jinn Sovereign, boasting an incredibly strong body that was near impenetrable.
Fortunately, the Tigerkin King’s gauntlets ignored any kind of defense, sending shock waves through any target he punched, attacking them from within.
Although Thirteen already had a clue of what to do, he was still uncertain about how he would be able to do it.
The only way for Arundel to make his move was if the Forneus’ Weapons disappeared from the battlefield, which would completely remove any threats to the Majin Prince’s existence.
But there was one big question.
How would he do that?
He didn’t believe that the Kings would toss their weapons aside. Doing so was no different from suicide, especially since they were dealing with existences such as the Fire Dragon and the Magma Fiend.
Since that was the case, there was only one thing that he could do.
Arundel’s two generals must die first.
Only by eliminating these two threats would he be able to convince the Kings to listen to his proposal.
When they finally arrived at the scene, they saw the Ogre King fighting the Fire Dragon in close combat.
The Tigerkin King, on the other hand, was being a pest, repeatedly punching the joint of the Dragon’s right wing with the intention to break or remove it completely.
The Fire Dragon King was a true menace, especially since it could fly to the sky.
They were lucky the first time. Even they didn’t expect that the Tigerkin King would be able to reach the Dragon and deal it a blow using Forneus’ weapon.
Since its plan to dislodge the Tigerkin King didn’t work, it decided to dive toward the ground, wanting to smash the pesky insect to a pulp using its body.
Unfortunately for it, the Ogre King was waiting for that opportunity to launch an attack, which made its situation more troublesome.
At the hands of experts, Forneus’ weapons were truly deadly, disregarding the difference in ranks.
It was like equipping a five-year-olds with a handgun, making even adults run away in fear of getting accidentally shot by it.
Since the Bone Club of the Ogre King wasn’t exactly a slashing weapon but a bludgeoning weapon, the Dragon Scales that protected the Dragon were unable to minimize its damage.
Every time the Ogre King smashed the Fire Dragon’s body with its Bone Club, the part that received the blow would get deformed, eventually shattering the Dragon Scales from impact.
The Tigerkin King, on the other hand, was savage and relentless, unleashing a flurry of attacks on the Dragon’s wing, preventing it from flying away.
‘The Fire Dragon has a bad matchup with its opponents,’ Thirteen thought as he watched the battle from a distance. ‘The two weapons make its dragon scales useless.’
But despite all of this, the Fire Dragon was still very much alive and fighting tooth and nail with its enemies.
After all, it was still a Rank 9 Sovereign.
If an Overlord was considered as a Field Boss Monster, a Sovereign was equivalent to a World Boss Monster.
That kind of monster would not go down easily, even if it was receiving a lot of damage from the two Thrones that were mitigating its attacks with their powerful weapons.
Half a minute later, the Ogre King was sent flying when the Fire Dragon managed to lash it with its tail.
Although it had pushed the formidable monster away, it had lost the ability to fly because the Tigerkin King managed to break the joints of its right wing.
Thirteen and his subordinates, who were watching the battle from afar, didn’t dare come close because a single mistake would cost them their lives.
Tiona, who was coiled around Thirteen’s neck hissed, informing her Master about something.
After hearing what his Beast Companion said, the seven-year-
old ordered his protectors to stay behind as he ordered Blacky to get as close as they could get to the two Kings so that he could pass a message to them.
A message that would allow them to gain an upper hand against their opponent, which might lead to their victory.