CHAPTER 85

Surrounded by numerous heroes after removing his hood upon entering the guild, he realized his mistake. He had illegally and secretly entered the city using the skills of witches who were considered experts in such matters, unaware of the new imperial law regarding elves. Now, he was in a predicament where he could only escape using his own power or by a miracle.

"You better answer for the crime you committed!"

The guild leader spoke while descending the stairs, gripping a white magical staff. The gathered heroes around them—some watching for entertainment, others armed and seeking to gain something from the situation—waited. However, Afrid had no intention of surrendering. In his eyes, these people before him were corrupt, and he had two guides he needed to protect. Taking his battle stance, he summoned his skills. As his body shone and he received every kind of enhancement, his power surged, forcing everyone surrounding him to step back—including the Level 6 guild leader, who, despite his Warlord power, no longer saw himself as Afrid's equal.

"Such incredible skills!""He has enhancements for all elements!""Run for your lives!"

One after another, the heroes fled toward the exit. However, Afrid remained still, stepping toward the guild leader.

"I'm not looking for trouble. Just tell me the location of the nearest Demon King!"

After all the hardships he had endured, after mustering the courage to stand against the Undead Demon King, a figure ranked among the Epic tier, the guild leader before him was hardly worth his concern. Feeling the vast power difference, the guild leader turned to the staff behind the counter and, after a brief signal, slowly distanced himself from Afrid.

"Take that and leave! Don't come back!"

After that, he rushed back to his room. Meanwhile, only a few heroes remained at their tables, unfazed by the chaos. Some of them were also Level 6, but none dared to take the risk against Afrid's strength. Reaching the counter, Afrid was handed two documents by the receptionist.

"Thanks!"

He picked up the documents and, reading them, pulled his hood back over his head to avoid another incident.

"The Warlord of Spirits and the Demonic Trent..."

Afrid carefully examined their details and distances, deciding to consult Hazard about the situation.

"Should I kill the Trent and wait for the Spirits?"

Afrid was somewhat surprised by Hazard's response. The Demon King of Spirits was closer to the city, yet Hazard advised waiting for reinforcements. Meanwhile, Hazard himself planned to head for the Demonic Trent, a tree-like entity whose defense rivaled that of dragons.

"Hmm, well, whatever!"

Afrid set out, unaware that both Demon Kings were currently engaged in a war against each other.

Meanwhile...

Hazard, having already sent his message to Afrid and waiting for Scarlet's forces to completely withdraw south, unleashed his mana, preparing for his first legendary summoning from the Abyss.

In the Abyss, where a massive war raged between a legendary army and a being known to the watching gods, Vulgrim the Devourer, a portal suddenly opened. Spotting it amidst the battle, Vulgrim, sensing a familiar aura, seized the opportunity. He hurled a legendary Behemoth—his enemy—into the portal.

"God of Destruction, what are you searching for?!"

He roared, frustrated that a summoner had twice in a row pulled him into matters related to the God of Destruction. With a devastating strike, he crushed the skull of another legendary Behemoth, killing it instantly.

"Kill all these wretched beasts!!!"

Yet, his command changed nothing. The war between the Fallen and the Abyssal Behemoths raged on. One of the mythical Behemoths, having taken severe wounds from Vulgrim, was already regenerating.

"What fate lies ahead that you seek my summoning?!"

On the Other Side of the Portal...

The portal flashed violently, and with a heavy tremor, a massive, wounded, purple legendary Behemoth was hurled out.

"Oh, a Behemoth?""My lord!!!"

The Behemoth, attempting to return, saw the portal closing and locked eyes with Hazard.

"Send me back, you cursed Undead!!!"

Hazard, unimpressed by the creature's aggressive tone, conjured countless death spears while ordering the gates of the prison to be opened. Four hundred Heavenly Mercenaries charged forth to support him.

"You answered my summon! What return are you asking for?!"

"Answer a summoning from a lowly Undead?! The Grand Lord of the Abyssal Behemoths is at war! Send me back! Why is this world separated?!"

Without considering his safety, the Behemoth desperately searched for a way back. Hazard realized that the creature had either used the portal as an escape route to recover its wounds or had been thrown into it unwillingly.

"Ah, my first summoning... my first failure."

With that, he extended his hands forward. As the death spears fell and the Undead army charged, the fortress defenses and all available forces attacked. The dragon-devouring creature, known across the realm, barely lasted five breaths before succumbing to its injuries and confusion.

At that moment, Hazard felt a powerful gaze fall upon him. However, it was brief, and as it faded, he felt relieved.

Turning to the Behemoth's corpse, he prepared a resurrection spell. Yet, as he examined the list of legendary casualties, he noticed that only one-tenth of the required conditions were met, making it impossible to exploit loopholes in the system.

"That gaze... It must belong to the one who oversees the system."

"The God of Destruction?"

Fear gripped him. The tales he had uncovered from other Lords described the God of Destruction as one of the most powerful deities across dimensions. Had that very being just laid eyes upon him, even for a fleeting moment?

Taking a moment to calm himself, Hazard noticed that no penalties had been applied for slaying his own summoned creature. Deciding to focus on the corpse, he directed all available mana from the surrounding Undead into the Behemoth. However, as his mana reserves depleted, the excessive energy caused the Behemoth's body to start evaporating—a natural reaction when an enormous amount of mana is injected into any living legendary entity. However, as a dead being, it was immune.

Replenishing its mana turned into a nightmare for the surrounding Liches. Their skeletal hands cracked from the strain as they tried to pour their energy into it before being replaced by others. Three minutes later, Hazard ceased the transfer, allowing the Behemoth to absorb the miasma. With immense focus, he established a mental link, intent on making it his servant.

This was the most powerful resurrection he had ever attempted. Despite his success, he felt unsatisfied—the corpse of a decapitated, incomplete Dark Dragon hardly met his expectations. He considered using its bones to strengthen his other Undead, but Scarlet held onto the body so tightly that he found it impossible to retrieve them.

Scarlet would gain far more from digesting the corpse and using it to spawn new offspring than Hazard would from its remains.