"I never thought that I'd be asked for a duel in this day and age," Lawrence said with a smile. "It seems that even the Undead has a sense of chivalry."

"Chivalry is only for the righteous," Erasmus replied.

"So, are you saying you are righteous?" Trevor inquired.

"Do I look righteous?" Erasmus shrugged. "Enough talk. Let's fight."

The three Monarchs were currently facing off against the Death Lord.

On the other hand, the three Thrones of the Aldebaran Continent, including Tristan, were going to deal with the Centipede King.

The three Thrones of the Dvalinn Federation would fight against the Undead Wyvern.

Jalrog snorted after looking at the weaklings who were going to fight him. However, he soon realized that this lineup might be thanks to his helper within the Allied Army.

'It will be easier to shake off these guys because they are weaker,' Jalrog thought. 'Those Monarchs will be able to push Erasmus to his limit. As long as he uses his Trump Card, I will no longer need to fear him.'

Even with his current strength, the Centipede King didn't dare to attack the Death Lord at this point in time.

The reason for that was due to Erasmus' weapon, Reaper's Death Scythe.

This was a weapon that ignored defense and dealt true damage to whoever it hit.

This meant that Jalrog's extremely hard exoskeleton was useless, for the Reaper's Death Scythe was a weapon that could seriously wound it.

As long as that weapon was in Erasmus' hand, the victor between the two of them was still undecided.

"Since you want to be chivalrous, then let's do this properly." Lawrence took out a gold coin from his pocket and placed it over the back of his thumb. "The moment this coin lands, we start our battle, agreed?"

"Sounds good." Erasmus nodded. "Do it."

Lawrence didn't even think twice and tossed the coin high up in the air.

A strange calmness descended on the battlefield as they waited for the coin to fall onto the ground.

It was as if time had slowed down drastically, with everyone paying close attention to the coin, which was slowly going downward.

The moment the coin hit the ground, the Wanderers and the Jinns clashed with each other.

Despite facing three Monarchs, Erasmus was calm as he fought against Lawrence, and Wendell in close combat.

Trevor was supporting them by firing Holy Arrows, which was one of the weaknesses of the Undead.

Jalrog, who was fighting against the four Thrones, had the leeway to observe the Death Lord, and came to a shocking discovery.

'This bastard, he is hiding his true strength!' Jalrog cursed internally.

Since there had been no opportunity to see the Death Lord fight on the battlefield, the Centipede King thought that Erasmus was weaker than him.

But now that he saw him in battle, he understood that the King of the Undead Army was a Pseudo Rank 9 Sovereign, just like him.

Because of this, Jalrog's desire to devour Erasmus only grew. It also noticed something quite peculiar with its opponents, making it laugh internally.

'They are already weak, and yet, they're not fighting me seriously,' Jalrog thought as it deflected Tristan's attack with its razor-sharp legs. 'Maybe this is part of my supporter's agreement.'

The Centipede King then glanced at the battle in the sky where Vannaroth was being pushed back by the three Thrones that it was fighting.

After becoming an Undead, the Wyvern King had weakened considerably and could no longer show the might that it possessed when it was still alive.

Because of this, the Thrones from the Dvalinn Federation were able to have the upper hand in their battle in the sky.

Then at the corner of its eye, Jalrog saw Erasmus miscalculate the strength of the blow of its opponent.

Lawrence had activated a temporary boost in his strength and swung his sword with all of his might, breaking the Death Lord's stance.

Wendell didn't miss this opportunity and followed up with an attack, forcing Erasmus to go into the defensive.

The Monarch's blow broke the Death Lord's defenses because Lawrence had broken its stance earlier, making it unable to gain a proper footing.

The blow opened up Erasmus' defenses, which Trevor didn't plan on waste.

"Sun Beam!"

A blinding flash of light blasted from the tip of Trevor's Staff and hit the Death Lord's chest dead center.

The blow sent Erasmus flying, making him drop his Death Scythe from his hands.

At the same time that Erasmus was hit, Jalrog was already on the move.

The Centipede King's sudden burst of speed allowed him to cross the gap between himself and the Death Lord, who was now about to crash on the ground.

With mere seconds separating them from each other, the Centipede King opened its jaws, intending to bite off the Death Lord's head from its body.

And in that brief moment, Jalrog's and Erasmus' gaze intersected with each other.

Time seemed to slow down as the two Kings of the Rigel Continent looked into each other's eyes.

The Centipede King's gaze was filled with killing intent.

However, instead of seeing panic, anxiety, or despair in the Death Lord's eyes, what Jalrog saw was ridicule.

Just as Jalrog was wondering why its prey was looking at him like that, it suddenly felt a burning pain at the side of its head.

Before it could realize what was happening, it crashed down on the ground, screaming in pain.

Lawrence, who was holding Erasmus' Death Scythe, grunted because he hadn't been able to completely sever Jalrog's head from its body.

The scythe only managed to cut halfway, failing to land the killing blow.

However, that was enough.

Arthur had activated his Overdrive Skill, which was part of his Heaven's Blade Martial Technique.

This skill increased his strength, and speed by 500%.

With a roar similar to a clap of thunder, the Patriarch of the Leventis Family swung his sword and finished what Lawrence had started.

As the Centipede King's head was severed from its body, only one thought appeared inside its head.

It had been betrayed by the person who had asked it to form an alliance with it.

Those were the last words in the Centipede King's mind as the light in its eyes disappeared.

It was also the end of its ambition of becoming a Majin Prince, who would subjugate the world of Pangea, and make the Wanderers and the humans who lived in it its playthings.