Vengeance of the Returner - Chapter 214

“Fuck!”

Massaging his temples Nix cursed sitting on the sand looking at the men who had died.

They died without a supply of water. There was no energy whatsoever. Some of them drank monster blood to endure the thirst but the iron contents are something that cannot be tolerated and moreover, a human cannot survive without food nor water. Over a course of 8-16 days which was still an approximate prediction. It varies from person to person about how they use their energy.

The usage of calories or energy used should be optimized in order to slow down the energy consumption.

Regardless of that the ones, that had bled and wounded were continuously exposed to all sorts of trouble. The damned sun that continuously induced sweat had already drained lots of remnant strength they had.

Soon, Rebecca introduced a new concept. Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed but, it sure can transform.

Everyone shifted to one sole plan. It was intaking Mana. Empyrean is a world covered by mana. Something that is abundant.

Those who had lost their energy slowly ingested mana and used them to cover the lacking of food and water. One can say that it is something very dangerous to do. But, that was the only option in order to survive the scorching heat.

It is a process made by absorbing mana through full concentration and locking them in their mana core that’s located in their hearts. A dubious process that delays the marching speed. But, they had no choice. Intaking a high-level iron might cause various problems. Though they surely did switch the energy usage once in a while by eating the desert hyenas’ blood and flesh.

From time to time they killed a few krigons and Mutinos. Apart from all that the weaker ones in the army died.

When they marched towards the Barani there were about 10,000 soldiers and now there were approximately only 2,000 soldiers. The drastic change in the populace was surely a big problem.

Nix thought he’d be able to win this war. But, it sure was a loss. But, he thought he’d at least deliver the remnant soldiers and he failed at that as well.

{Don’t be down Nix… You did what you could.}

Astaroth said appearing next to him.

He was frustrated that he couldn’t even touch him yet, he tried to pat Nix’s back with a warm smile. Even a devil had feelings. he felt sorry for his partner. Nix had long been suffering and if there was someone who had long seen his adversaries it’d be Astaroth. A Master who looked out for his disciple.

“What should I do now?”

Nix asked reactionless.

He had long last his emotions. Sure, why wouldn’t he? His companions were in a terrible state and the women he loves had long lost their smiles. Nagendra and his team were the same as well. Even the beasts have been dying one by one.

The one who was their hope was none other than Rosalie. She was bright as ever though the sun was quite troublesome she was the sole member of the huge army, who was brimming with energy.

She was a guide and light that continued to direct them towards the Ranrak.

***

Two days later,

“All the communication has been lost… It seems The War commander Nix’s army has been thoroughly wiped out.”

Breon the administrator, uttered standing in the center of a huge army along with his king.

Next to them was Bageran atop of a krigon. There were a whole lot of soldiers. The army was larger than the battle between the  Dracton and Ferandel.

Opposite the immensely large army was the Nefarious ones. All the Outlaws and all who are eligible to fight had been assembled and in the sky was a trio of Wyverns. Raes Henil, Feroz khan, and Nate Fraser all three gave out a majestic appearance.

They were looking down on the allied force that contained the army of soldiers, angels, Regulars. This was the final war.

All the while when Nix was still suffering the war had already entered the final battle that will choose the fate of Chaos mainland. It was the final war of Chaos mainland.

There were still several forces that pursued the route to Ranrak in order to join the final war. The result had already been finalized before the war could even end.

Regardless of who wins. A large scale of souls will soon be sent to Ether world and underworld akin to the god’s whims. Choas mainland will become a land that does not have any laws. Something similar to the Continent under the clutch of Outlaws. A land that wouldn’t possess any strong faction. It will be heavily balanced.  Both Outlaws and regulars would coexist. One cannot point who is who anymore.

This was the plan of the gods. Soon both sides will slowly amass followers and the ones who gain more than the other at a quick pace win.

It is supposed to be simple as that but, according to some people that follow Ralugerism, the Corruptism followers will win the war.  Meaning Raes Henil will reign at the top.

Suddenly a major change happened. A new variable was intervened. A giant figure appeared opening a violet portal from which came all the races that dwell on Chaos mainland.

The Drows of Sedante, The Elves of Regarinlas, The Sky ogres of Sewarei mountain, The Draconians of Balzering. The Beast kin, The succubuses, the Orcs who had long hidden in the shadows after being captured and sold into slavery, abducted from their motherlands had appeared. Finally came a unique army one that contained Felishia’s Ruilo Magore members and Nix’s clan members.

A new hope had arrived for those who had long lost their hearts that believed in victory.

For the first time after very long years, the battlefield was brimming with a huge populace that Chaos mainland had never seen.

Sure people might question how such a large-scale army had arrived. Raes henil was simultaneous making works. He used the portal gates that connected all the Corruptists and Depravers and marched from the closest city to Ranrak, The Saragame city, the one Nix swore to destroy.

The Corruptists lost the colors in their faces as soon as they laid their eyes on the blue beast that soared through the sky breathing air that literally made the whole battlefield snow.

Meanwhile, an army was still approaching the battlefield without knowing about none of the happenings in the hopes of returning to their homes.

The two demigods soared through the sky as well. Holding their dear weapons to slay the Nightmare.

Momentarily the marching fastened. Arrows showered from the sky like rain. Spells flew like firecrackers decorating the sky. It was early in the morning, the sky was quite eye-catching as it was covered by few fluffy clouds blocking the strides of orange hue expelled from the sun.

It was certainly very odd and went pale compare to the occurrence. The spears stabbed through the countless men whilst swords severed men. The cries of the soldiers echoed.

Meanwhile,

A man riding a monster accompanied by men in black-clad soared through the deserty lands.

The group was not so big. They were about fifteen to twenty in number. Everyone seemed upright and the presence they carried was something incomparable to the ones in Chaos mainland.

Among them, the man riding an unfamiliar beast seemed to be the main leader.

The beast possessed two heads and the large wings of a bird. It possessed eight legs of the lion. And folks of Empyrean call the beast, as Sarabam.

His shoulders were broad like mountains and he was tall as an orc yet, seemed like a human. The shiny silver armor he wore seemed like it’d weigh a ton. His skin was akin to sliced beef, it was that red.

His long black hair quivered to the whims of the air and momentum. And his eyes seemed rather unique. They were yellow in color and he possessed a dense mustache which he had styled by twisting.

The man had a large sword attached to his back. Something that needs two average men to wield. Overall, he seemed like bad news.

“General Grendon… Can we begin flying again?”

One of the men asked.

He rubbed the beast’s neck and clicked his tongue signaling it to rise to the sky.

“Tch, Tch, Trr”

As per his communication, the beast growled and opened its wing and slowly started running using its eight legs, and ascended to the sky.

And as he flew the men behind him followed his lead. Slowly they commenced approaching the central part and that’s when a battalion of soldiers dragging their feet caught their eyes.

“Throw them some water.”

Grendon ordered without turning back.

He was in a hurry and not in the place to inquire the group since they seem to have lost all their energy.

The men behind him opened the magic imbued bag and dropped the water containers they carried to the battalion.

Nix who was amidst the group looked up in a startle as the containers fell.