”Gramps, I know that you’re excited to become a Monarch, but don’t consume that Core now,” Thirteen said. “Wait for me to return to Solterra. If you do, I promise that you will be even stronger than a Monarch in the Central Government.”
“How long must I wait?” Athur frowned.
Clearly, he didn’t want to wait for long. Becoming a Monarch was the main goal that he had set in his lifetime, and he was only one step away from achieving it.
However, he didn’t dare to casually brush off his no-good-grandson’s words, especially after everything that he had witnessed during this battle.
“Wait until I return,” Thirteen answered. “I promise that it will not take me more than a week to return to Pangea.
“Of course, if you don’t want to wait, then you can just absorb that and get it over with. But, I assure you that you will regret doing it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Lady Callista rested her head on her husband’s shoulder and nodded her head.
“Trust Zion,” Lady Callista stated. “He only wants the best for the family. Also, you’re just going to wait for a week at most. It’s not like you need to wait for a year, you know?”
Arthur reluctantly nodded his head before storing the Core inside his storage ring.
“What do we do now, Zion?” Michael asked after fixing his glasses. “Should we just continue to kill these monsters and harvest their Monster Parts?”
“Yes and no,” Thirteen replied. “I want Gramps to stay with Mother and Shasha to protect them just in case Rank 7 Sovereigns and above targets them.
“The rest can continue to farm Cores and Monster Parts. But, stay away from the High Archons. We don’t want any accidents to happen, right?”
The members of the Leventis Family nodded in understanding and divided themselves into two teams.
Arthur went to where Alessia and Shasha were hiding with Taiga, Kane, and Adira.
Now that the battlefield had descended into complete pandemonium, there was a chance that they would be targeted by the Artemians if they were seen by them.
Thirteen knew that as long as the High Archons were defeated, the rest of the Artemian Army would no longer stand a chance against the combined might of the allies he had asked to help him fight this war.
On the contrary, if Camazotz and Kamrusepa were to be defeated, the situation would be the opposite—the ones who would be one-sidedly slaughtered would be the boy and his allies.
Just as Thirteen was thinking along these lines, a loud explosion reached his ears, making him look in the North.
His connection with Blacky, who was observing the battle from a good vantage point, allowed him to see the sorry state of the Death Bat, whose body was covered in wounds.
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‘Sh*t, that armor is really a cheat,’ Camazotz ranted as he forced himself to stand up. ‘How can I possibly land a blow on his body while he’s wearing that?!’
He already unleashed everything he had in his arsenal, but none of them worked.
With every exchange, the only one receiving damage was him. There was even a time when Zazriel managed to land a solid blow on his chest, which made him feel as if he was dying.
The Death Bat then glanced in the distance and saw that Kamrusepa and her opponent, Kalaziel, were in a stalemate.
Seeing that both of them were unable to gain advantage over the other, Camazotz realized that he wouldn’t be getting any reinforcements anytime soon.
His right-hand man, Damion, offered to help him, but Camazotz rejected his proposal and ordered him to continue decimating the Artemian Army.
He knew that even with the Vampire Lord’s help, the situation wouldn’t change. In fact, it might further deteriorate.
Camazotz was confident that he would be able to dodge any attack that Zazriel threw at him.
But the same couldn’t be said for Damion.
The Vampire Lord was only a Rank 9 Sovereign, and a single blow from Zazriel was enough to threaten his life.
With this thought in mind, Camazotz didn’t dare send his only Rank 9 subordinate to face an opponent whom even he, a Majin Prince, was having a hard time fighting.
“What’s wrong?” Zazriel sneered. “Did you run out of steam?”
“No,” Camazotz replied. “I’m just having fun watching your people die. I even saw that Commander of yours kick the bucket a minute ago.”
Zazriel frowned before glancing in the direction where Eremiel was fighting earlier.
When he saw the Commander’s headless body, the High Archon’s face contorted in anger.
“I’ll kill you!” Zazriel roared before lunging at Camazotz, who deftly attacked with his superior speed.
“You don’t need to do that,” Camazotz replied. “I die every time I try to smack your face. How about you take off that armor of yours and fight me fair and square?”
The only answer that the Death Bat received was a blazing slash, which he dodged quite easily.
The slash traveled in a straight line, annihilating the allies and foes who were in its path.
Zazriel’s single blow created a two-mile-long fissure that was dozens of meters deep, making Camazotz whistle.
“You Artemians sure are strong physically. But it’s useless if you can’t hit your targets,” Camazotz taunted. “Can’t you do something bette—”
The Death Bat wasn’t able to finish what he was about to say because he suddenly felt dizzy, making him stagger from where he was standing.
He wasn’t aware that Zazriel’s attack earlier was only a smoke screen to hide his original plan.
Just like Camazotz, the High Archon had an ability that emitted high-frequency waves, but it would only work when fused with a powerful sword strike.
The force behind Zazriel’s attack also carried the supersonic waves, which was something that Camzotz wasn’t prepared for.
The Majin Prince’s ears were very sensitive. Any high frequency attacks were deadly to him, for they caused him to momentarily lose his sense of balance and mental clarity.
That moment of weakness was exploited by Zazriel, and he punched Camazotz in the stomach, making the latter bend his body like a shrimp.
The sword in the High Archon’s hand had disappeared. Zazriel used his fists to unleash a flurry of blows, which the Death Bat was unable to dodge in his current state.
Each punch sent a shockwave through the surroundings, dealing serious injuries to the Majin Prince who relied on his speed to dodge any attack that was aimed in his direction.
Seeing that her ally was being one-sidedly pummeled by the High Archon, Kamrusepa decided to save Camazotz. But Kalaziel blocked her path and, with his deadly sword strikes, forced the Majin Princess to go on the defensive.
A cracking sound resounded in the surroundings as Zazriel stomped on Camazotz’s knee, breaking the Death Bat’s bones.
The High Archon then grabbed his opponent’s neck and raised him high in the air with one hand.
“Any last words?” Zazriel asked in an arrogant tone.
But after seeing that his opponent had already lost consciousness, he raised his free hand and prepared to take the life of the Death Bat, who never stood a chance against him in the first place.