410 Judgment Day [Part 7]

Vannaroth shared a similar trait with Amos.

Both of them were confident in their strength. But unlike the Wyvern King, the Manticore King didn't look down on humans.

This was why Arthur decided to unequip Camazotz's armor, which would have made the Throne nearly invincible, back when he had fought against it.

Arthur had felt Amos' conviction, so he decided to face him with that same level of determination.

Relying on the armor wasn't his style, so the two fought with their lives on the lines until Arthur emerged victorious.

Even in his dying moments, Amos didn't have any regrets—he had died fighting against someone who shared the same belief as him. For him, such death was honorable.

However, Vannaroth was different.

He was arrogant and never thought of humans as a force who could defeat them.

The previous attempts of the Wanderers to reclaim the Rigel Continent only solidified his impression of the human race.

But that was in the past.

Back then, they didn't have someone like Thirteen calling the shots.

And the Wyvern King, who was still thinking of its former glory, found itself being pushed back by a bombardment that it had never experienced in its lifetime.

Thirteen had created a killing zone, where the entire Naval Allied Fleet was throwing everything they got at the coordinates that the teenage boy had told them.

Because of this, regardless of Rank, none of the monsters were able to move unscathed. After all, they were facing off against the modern weapons that the Dvalinn Federation had developed for this moment.

Ever since they had secured the Twelve Sectors in the North of the Continent, the Dvalinn Federation didn't stop creating weapons that were effective against Flying Monsters.

Why?

Because they had been fighting Zed's Army for several years, they focused on this branch of weaponry.

As much as the Wyvern King wanted to annihilate his foes, there were three Monarchs standing in his way, preventing him from touching the Alpha Team, who were busy retreating.

Thirteen had aimed the missiles at the Wyvern King's Army, while the three Monarchs dealt with the leader.

Although Vannaroth was strong, fighting against three Monarchs wasn't an easy task, especially with Lawrence serving as the main offense.

Wendell wasn't really a combat-oriented Wanderer.

He was an All-Rounder, specializing in support, defense, and average damage.

Trevor Remington, on the other hand, was a full support, similar to a Cleric.

His role was to buff his allies and heal them in battle.

Since the three were working together with the intention of winning, the one being pushed back was none other than the Wyvern King, who was getting more and more frustrated with each passing second.

The barrage concentrated on the Wyvern King's Army prevented them from joining their leader in battle, which allowed the Monarchs to hold him back.

Suddenly, there was a gap that opened in the killing zone because the Naval Forces were running low on missiles.

Through that gap, dozens of flying monsters passed through and headed to their King, intending to help it in battle.

But just before they could join the fray, a loud shout reverberated from the ground.

"Death!"

"""Death!"""

The Omega Team, which was led by the Thrones, had arrived at the scene.

All the Humvees, which were equipped with Turret-Mounted Machine Guns, roared to life and attacked the monsters that had managed to break through to the killing zone.

The Wanderers, who had long-distance sniping abilities, also helped shoot down the enemies, creating a second Killing Zone, which made Vannaroth roar in anger.

"I'll kill all of you!" Vannaroth shouted as he opened its mouth to unleash a Dragon Breath aimed at the people on the ground.

"Not on my watch!" Lawrence teleported under the Dragon's jaws and forcefully swung his hammer upwards, making the Wyvern King's Dragon Breath explode in its mouth.

Molten blood rained from the sky as Vannaroth roared in anger out of pain from its injury.

Lawrence was a Wanderer with three known abilities.

Rebirth, Telekinesis, and Clone.

He was able to fly anytime he wanted with his Telekinesis, so even without a mount, he could fight against the Wyvern King evenly.

However, he and his Silver Dragon had great synergy, so both of them tag-teamed to attack the Wyvern King who had momentarily lost its composure.

Wendell also didn't miss this chance and swiftly unleashed his mid-range Water Spears to pierce through the Wyvern's Scales.

Trevor also joined the fray. He cast his strongest offensive ability, Holy Lance, and targeted the Wyvern King's jaw, which was bleeding after the monster's own attack backfired on it.

For the first time, since it had arrived in Pangea, Vannaroth felt the fear of death as the attacks of the three Monarchs landed on its body.

At this moment, it realized something it should've thought of before—the battle now was far too different from the battles in the past.

Back then, the Eight Kings were complete, and because of their combined strength and sheer number of subordinates, the Wanderers were unable to retake their lands.

But now, this battle started with three of the Kings no longer around.

Zed, Amos, and Evuvug played their roles, and they played them effectively.

The Bird Man and the Manticore King ruled the skies alongside Vannaroth, while Jalrog, Amyr, Nizana, Erasmus, and Evuvug terrorized them on the ground.

With the Earth Dragons backing them as well, they were truly unbeatable.

But now, those same monsters were nowhere to be seen.

He was alone.

He was fighting alone against the allied armies of humanity, and this woke him up from reality.

The Wyvern King was unable to fight the world alone.

"Retreat!" Vannaroth roared as it flapped its wings desperately in order to escape.

But just as it had distanced itself from the Monarchs, a lone missile descended from the sky and hit its back directly.

A blinding flash of light spread across the heavens as both Wanderers and monsters reflexively averted their gaze from the explosion that sent a shockwave blasting outward, pushing the Monarchs, as well as the Flying Monsters, away from the point of impact.

Thirteen, who was sitting comfortably in the Command Center, tapped the Projection on the table and sneered.

"Checkmate."

Vannaroth's giant body fell from the sky.

Its scales were all shattered, and its body was bleeding profusely.

But just as it was about to crash on the ground, it flapped its wings desperately, preventing a lethal fall.

It then used every bit of strength that was left on its body to fly to its army, using them as cover to protect itself.

Although they knew that protecting their leader was suicide, all the Flying Monsters advanced with determination.

The Monarchs wanted to finish off Vannaroth, but they also knew that they would be in danger if they faced thousands of flying monsters that were dead set on blocking their path.

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from their communicators.

"Hold your ground, and support the Omega Team," Thirteen ordered. "But Zion, the Wyvern King is on its last legs!" Wendell replied. "We just need to push a little more, and he will die!"

The Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation was unwilling to let the Wyvern King go. If they managed to kill it, they would be one step closer to liberating the Northern Regions of the Continent.

"It doesn't matter if it escapes," Thirteen replied. "Follow my instructions and support our ground forces. We are so close to winning. Don't throw it away just because you are unable to control your emotions. "All you need to do is listen to what I say, and I will give you the victory you have been yearning for all these years. But if you really wish to deal with the Wyvern King, then go ahead and do it. I'll wash my hands, and let you take responsibility for the countless lives that will be lost because of your stupidity."

Everyone in the command center turned to look at their Supreme Commander anxiously.

No one in the world dared to call a Monarch stupid.

Those who did had already died a dog's death. With this in mind, they couldn't help but tremble—their Supreme Commander didn't even bat an eye when he said such a thing to the Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation.

Renz, on the other hand, only smirked after hearing Thirteen's words.

He had the same thoughts as the teenage boy. If his brother really went after the Wyvern King, instead of holding their ground, that would definitely go down in history as the reason why this mission failed.

Wendell clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths in order to calm his emotions.

"Boy, you really don't know how to hold back huh?" Wendell said in an icy tone. "Are you not afraid that I won't pinch you to death after this mission ends?"

"I'm not afraid of incompetent people," Thirteen replied. "If you can really do that, then go ahead. It will be your funeral though."

Benedict, who was on the special line used by Monarchs, Thrones, and the Commanders of the expedition, couldn't help but suck a breath of air.

"Although I hate Arthur, this grandson of his is right down my alley," Benedict muttered. "Good thing my granddaughter, Leah, is of the same age as him. I better lay down the plans now while there's still time."

The Thrones of the Dvalinn Federation, who was right beside him, couldn't help but think the same way.

If they had someone like Zion in their family tree, then they could die happy, knowing that their bloodline would prosper for years to come.