Chapter 369 Forcing A Retreat (2)

In the time that it had taken for the Undead Kings to retreat, the other elite summons had all prepared their attacks. Just as they were about to launch them, a powerful voice ripped through the air, filled with anger, hatred and the pain of betrayal.

"YOU TRAITOROUS SCUM!!! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEADS!" Garr proclaimed to the heavens as he fought back against the unending downpour of lightning.

"Not so fast!" Ignis snorted and let his attack fall. The sky turned red as the space around them began to warp from the immense heat that had been called forth by Ignis. His hand swiped down and a pillar of red light fell from the sky and slammed into the ground.

BOOM!

An immense explosion erupted.

Ignis clasped his hands together as he tried to control the radius of the explosion so he could make it more concentrated in the area where Garr was trapped.

"Let me go next!" Fenrir opened his mouth wide. The inside of his large mouth was pitch black, almost as if it led to another space entirely.

Whoosh!

A beam of blue light flashed from his mouth and shot straight into the middle of the dome of scorching red flames. The temperature dropped to a chilling level before immediately rising back up, setting off an even greater explosion that Ignis strained to contain.

"Damn mutt! A warning would have been nice!"

The dome of bright red flames swelled madly under Ignis's compression. The entire area within that dome was already vaporized, but Garr's body managed to hold true even under such hostile conditions. It was a testament to his great power, as any other A rank should have long since turned to ashes by now.

Crack!

The space around the dome trembled before being compressed. The space around the dome folded many times, taking off some of the burden from Ignis' mind. At the same time, a powerful spatial storm erupted within the dome, bringing another wave of attacks down on Garr.

"One last blow!" Nero finally came with his own attack. A giant red sword made of pure mana hovered in the air. The tip was faced downward and the giant hilt was faced upwards. Nero stood on the butt of the hilt with a determined air around him.

Whoosh!

The clouds in the sky parted as the sword stabbed down and into the dome of fire. Even the dome of fire was completely overwhelmed by the sheer might of the giant sword.

Garr's body was consumed in an explosion of light and mana that temporarily blinded everyone present. The light lasted for an entire minute before dying down.

When the visions of those present returned, they were shocked to see a giant crater that was nothing less than a hundred meters deep. At the bottom of a crater, a body that was charred beyond belief was laying still. The mana around there was too chaotic for most people to see past it, but certain people had special means to peer through the haze.

The signs of life were hazy, but they were present. Even though he was beaten, bruised and burnt beyond belief, Garr was still alive, and it was a miracle in itself.

At this time, what Leon was summoning had also finally emerged. An army that was as dark as the abyss itself rose from his Abyss of the Undead. They poured out almost endlessly. Each wave of summons brought an unholy pulse of energy that made the hearts of everyone palpitate. All of Leon's enemies felt their hearts leap into their throats in fear. They immediately began to wonder why they had not been the ones to retreat instead of the Undead Kings.

"Retreat!" The order came from none other than High General Ashtar. The powerful Demon General had managed to use a trump card to distance himself from Leonidas after trying and failing to exploit the openings in Leonidas' guard. It turned out that those openings were left there on some kind of baser instinct to help him trap his enemies that tried to exploit them. He had lost an arm to that.

As the leader of the war this time, Ashtar could already tell that unless the Demon Continent put its all behind this war and sent millions of combatants, then there was no way they would succeed in this conquest.

With the resounding order, the frightened Demons began falling back. Their enemies did not miss this chance to rain down attacks on them. Because they were more focused on fleeing than standing their ground to fight, more of them inevitably died as they fled.

Leon sighed when he saw this. He was dumbfounded. Was that all? He didn't even get to fight! This was the most anti-climatic end to the war that he could have imagined. What was the point of summoning the Nameless Order, only for the Demons to fall back?

Unless their retreat was just temporary?

Leon sighed and shook his head as more of the Nameless Order stepped through. At this point, the Ten Knights had passed through and quickly came up to Leon.

"My Lord." They knelt in the air and spoke as one.

"My Lord, we have done as you commanded us. We have retrieved the Nameless Order for you." The Knight that had spoken for the others before spoke up again. "While in the Demon Continent, we came across a demonic beast that was also searching for the Nameless Order." He said.

Leon held his chin in thought.

"Tell me more." He said.

The Knight proceeded to recount the events that had occurred after he and his comrades set foot on the Demon Continent. He started from how they had snuck through the protected borders of the continent, traveled discreetly through their abilities, and even mentioned encountering certain special ruins.

"As for the demonic beast, we ran into him snooping around the area where the Nameless Order was put to sleep. He was sent by the Demon King to retrieve the Nameless Order."