Chapter 185: Opposite Ideals, The Third Continent
Apostle Lucian stepped forward to block the path while gripping the hilt of his broadsword. His heavy deep-earth steel armor clanked loudly across the wooden floorboards.
Iron-Scale sneered at the human diplomat and tightened his grip on his dagger. "He has served his entire purpose by confirming the enemy’s silence. Keeping useless prisoners alive only drains our valuable rations and creates massive security risks."
Before Lucian could formulate a counterargument, Iron-Scale blurred past the Apostle with terrifying speed. He grabbed Boros by the hair to expose his throat and dragged the star-iron blade cleanly across the general’s neck.
Boros gurgled wetly and slumped forward against his heavy iron chains.
Lucian stared at the fresh corpse in absolute horror. The Apostle slowly turned his gaze toward Iron-Scale, his face flushed with rising anger over the blatant insubordination.
Iron-Scale flicked the blood from his dagger and met the Apostle’s furious glare without backing down an inch. The rest of the Vanguard commanders in the room subtly rested their hands on their weapons to prepare for an immediate conflict.
The native defenders, known as the Bronze Legion, made their desperate last stand at the gates of their capital city. Tens of thousands of seasoned spearmen locked their massive bronze shields together, forming an impenetrable wall of metal. Behind them, heavily armored war-rhinos stamped their feet, ready to charge and crush the invaders.
Standing a few hundred meters away, Chris Pitt stifled a wide yawn.
"I absolutely hate this continent," Megan complained loudly. "It’s a hundred degrees, the local wine tastes like vinegar, and the dirt is getting into my hair. Why did King Voranthar send us to the desert?"
A loud war horn blew across the savanna. The Bronze Legion broke their defensive formation and initiated a full, thunderous charge. The ground shook violently as hundreds of armored war-rhinos led the massive infantry wave right toward the two Heralds.
"Just get it over with," Megan sighed, applying a thin layer of balm to her lips. "I want to take a bath."
Then, he simply snapped his fingers.
The front lines of the Bronze Legion were completely crushed into the earth, their massive bronze shields crumpling like thin parchment.
The pride of the Third Continent was entirely decimated in less than sixty seconds. The survivors dropped their weapons and fled in absolute terror.
"See? Easy," Chris laughed, turning back to Megan. "Let’s go claim the capital. I’m going to make the local king build me a coffee machine, even if it takes him a decade."
They had absolutely no idea that Jason and Chloe were currently chained to a warehouse floor, weeping in the dirt.