CH : 225 Final War For Albit Kingdom
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However, neither the kingdom, the other forces on the mainland, nor even Blackwing's Lair knew that a sahuagin prince had been born from the sahuagin army that invaded the Albit Kingdom in the southern part of the continent.
Above a duke is a prince, and a sahuagin prince can only obtain this title by reaching the legendary rank. As soon as a sahuagin prince appears, ordinary sahuagin will hardly hesitate before actively seeking him out and swearing allegiance. He wields terrifying influence over ordinary sahuagin.
Afterward, Diaharut settled near Monster City, waiting for the Albit Kingdom and the sahuagin to fight to the bitter end—only to suddenly appear and harvest everything.
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Ten days later.
The clouds gathered, and heavy rain fell.
The sahuagin, the Albit Kingdom, Blackwing's Lair, and the surrounding forces all had a common premonition.
The time for war had come!
Beneath the majestic royal city, which stood a hundred feet high, and in conjunction with the heavy rain, thousands of sahuagin tide warlocks stirred massive waves.
A scene almost identical to what had occurred half a month ago was happening again.
The sahuagin army did not employ any fancy tactics but carried out a straightforward and open siege.
Once a group of warriors fell, another would be sent to suppress the enemy, purely relying on millions of lives to overwhelm the defenses.
Half a day later, the siege battle reached its most intense moment. Babakar dispatched 5,000 intermediate murloc warriors and 300 high-level four-armed murloc warriors in an attempt to force the kingdom to reveal its trump card.
If the kingdom showed any signs of fatigue, Babakar would be the first to charge into the royal city and end the war.
High above the battlefield, Duke Babakar gazed down with an impassive expression, his glowing crimson eyes betraying neither anger nor satisfaction—only cold, calculating indifference.
The air trembled.
A thick, ominous mass of fire-laden clouds churned above the city's walls, condensing with unnatural speed. The sky itself seemed to ignite, shifting from a dull crimson to a roaring inferno of molten wrath. The temperature in the upper atmosphere soared to an unbearable degree, causing the very air to ripple and distort with oppressive heat.
Then, it rained fire.
A deluge of molten embers and searing liquid flame descended in torrents, each droplet carrying the infernal fury of the Eighth-Tier Spell: Burning Clouds, Fire, and Rain.
The first sahuagin warriors to be touched by the burning storm didn't have time to react. Their scaled flesh ignited instantly, blistering and peeling away from their bones as they shrieked in mindless agony. Others, caught directly beneath the heaviest downpour, melted where they stood—eyes liquefying, organs boiling within their own bodies before collapsing into grotesque, charred husks.
The scent of scorched flesh filled the battlefield.
Thousands of sahuagin warriors thrashed and convulsed in the rain of death, their bodies consumed by a relentless blaze that showed no mercy. Their screams of agony drowned out the roars of war, a symphony of despair echoing across the battlefield. Flaming corpses ran blindly, collapsing into smoldering heaps, while others, in their desperation, dove into what little water remained—only to find it boiling them alive.
Above it all, Babakar merely sneered.
"Come now, show me how many more spell scrolls you can afford to burn through. I wonder—will it be enough?"
His voice carried no rage, no grief—only a mocking amusement, as if this was nothing more than a grand spectacle for his amusement.
For fifteen relentless minutes, the infernal downpour continued, scouring the battlefield in an unrelenting purge of fire and ash. The once-mighty sahuagin army was reduced to charred remains, their bodies piled atop one another in grotesque mountains of smoking, blackened meat.
One-third of the battlefield was now a hellscape—an uninhabitable graveyard where nothing living remained.
More than 100,000 sahuagin had been reduced to ash, their existence erased in the face of magical devastation. The survivors fared little better—charred, crippled, and dying, their flesh still smoldering as their agonized wails filled the air.
Yet Babakar did not so much as blink.
For he knew this was merely the opening act.
"Chief, the nobles of the major tribes are starting to complain. If this continues, everyone—"
A murloc marquis approached Babakar, his voice filled with worry.
"Oh? Who are they talking about? Let's hear it." Babakar slowly turned around and grinned.
The marquis's pupils shrank, and his body trembled slightly. In his sight, his leader's eyes were filled with violence and madness.
"Y-Yes." The marquis's voice was dry, unsure of how to proceed.
Because in truth, all the fishman nobles, including himself, harbored some dissatisfaction toward Babakar.
If Babakar had not broken through to legend and suppressed them through sheer strength and bloodline, they would have revolted long ago.
Sahuagin were not afraid of death, but that did not mean they welcomed meaningless slaughter.
Especially this kind of death, thrown away without purpose.
"It's you, isn't it?" Babakar stared at the murloc marquis and suddenly grinned ferociously. His upper body swelled, and before the marquis could react, Babakar devoured him in one bite.
With a few sharp chews, he made a guttural sound. Blood and bits of flesh dribbled from the corners of his mouth as the marquis, who had been struggling violently, was reduced to nothing but crushed bones and meat, swallowed whole.
After consuming the marquis, Babakar stood still for a moment before turning and walking toward the temporary war council hall behind the army.
Inside, a large number of fishman nobles had gathered to discuss the war.
"I might as well eat them all," Babakar murmured with a low chuckle.
A moment later, Babakar emerged from the war council hall as if nothing had happened. He summoned a group of fishman guards and ordered them to deliver a command—attack the royal city at all costs.
His patience had worn thin.
Soon, the kingdom's defenders noticed something was amiss.
The sahuagin army, despite suffering tremendous losses, was launching another relentless assault.
Based on previous patterns, shouldn't they have waited before attacking again?
The sudden shift in strategy drastically increased the pressure on the defenders, pushing them to their limits.
One by one, the human warriors collapsed, their strength drained, only to be impaled by the tridents of the fishman warriors swarming the city walls.
Blood soaked the towering 100-foot city wall, staining it a deep crimson.
Once, its original color had been brown.
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In another direction, within a dense forest near the royal city, a Any Door several meters high appeared, and a two-to-three-meter-long miniature demon dragon flew out.
"Master, seriously? Was it necessary to be this cautious?" Diaharut, now shrunk into an absurdly small form, complained.
The Black Wing Lair had been monitoring the war, so the moment heavy rain fell and the murloc army stirred, Diaharut was summoned by the Black Dragon Lord.
Without much explanation, the Black Dragon Lord opened a Any Door and threw Diaharut into the battlefield.
To Diaharut, this situation could have been resolved easily.
He really felt embarrassed. He was a triangular, four-winged demon dragon with a noble bloodline!
Grumbling a bit, the little demon dragon finally suppressed his irritation, soared into the sky, and flew toward the battlefield ahead.
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"Hold the line! Do not retreat! Our reinforcements will arrive soon!"
Wearing a full set of top-tier magic armor and wielding a legendary sword, Bradley VII—Ivan stood atop the city wall, roaring commands.
Occasionally, he would swing his sword, slicing through the fishman warriors scaling the walls, cutting them in two.
Heavy rain mixed with fishman blood dripped down his armor, and Ivan felt a deep sense of frustration.
Years had passed, yet he had still not taken the final step forward in his own strength.
Desperate, he had spent a fortune hiring the leader of the renowned mercenary company, Winter Snow Adventure Group—a legendary barbarian.
However, the legendary barbarian had broken his promise.
The war had raged for so long. The kingdom's army had suffered 70,000 to 80,000 casualties, yet the promised reinforcements never arrived.
This filled Ivan with both anger and sorrow.
His ambition to revive the Albit Kingdom was ultimately being crushed by the sahuagin.
As for why he had not signed a contract with the legendary barbarian?
Did the struggling Albit Kingdom even have the right to demand one?
If such a powerhouse was willing to accept the task, it was already a favor.
But he never expected—
The Winter Snow Adventure Group...
Ivan's eyes burned red with rage, his expression feral.
Numb with fury, he swung his legendary sword frantically, slaughtering fishman warriors without pause.
He did not know how much time had passed before a figure suddenly appeared beside him.
"Your Majesty, we must leave."
Darkman, clad in a mage's robe, sighed.
Ivan stopped mid-swing, looking at the elderly mage—the second seat of the Kingdom's Royal Mage Order.
After a brief silence, Ivan nodded.
Seeing his king's decision, Darkman acted swiftly. A Any Door appeared before them, and the two men stepped through, vanishing from the battlefield.
In the pouring rain, the few warriors who witnessed this scene stood frozen in disbelief.
Before they could even process the reality—that their king had abandoned them—they were swiftly cut down by the four-armed sahuagin warriors scaling the walls.
They died.
The city's defenses were officially breached.
The Kingdom's side never deployed another spell scroll to turn the tide.
Whether they had run out or had simply accepted the war was lost, no one knew.
Babakar gazed at the crumbling battlefront.
As countless murloc warriors surged forward, slaughtering human defenders without resistance, he let out a mad, triumphant grin.
"The trump card is gone, right? Hahahahaha." With wild laughter, Babakar transformed into a blue light and rushed into the royal city, preparing to start the massacre.
The entire royal city and millions of humans were used as sacrifices in the ceremony to get rid of the side effects of being promoted to legend. If that wasn't enough, then he would continue killing humans in other cities until it was. Without the royal city as a line of defense, the remaining territories and cities of the Albit Kingdom were like undefended cakes, completely open for invaders to devour at will.
Of course, this was just Babakar's own wishful thinking, but now he was almost insane and could only rely on this method he had guessed.
On the other side, a super-miniature little demonic dragon, shrunk to a size of just over ten centimeters, also took advantage of the breached city walls and flew into the palace.
The master's first order was to take advantage of the battle between the two sides to seize the treasures of the kingdom's treasury.
The treasures here were not only gold, silver, elemental crystals, and magic ores, but also the most important magic knowledge and professional knowledge.
This was what Blackwing Lair needed most.
Although there was a Chamber of Commerce of All Realms in the Abyss where one could buy almost anything, the items in the Chamber of Commerce of Ten Thousand Realms were very expensive. Even with the wealth accumulated in Blackwing Lair, it was impossible to afford much.
The black dragon had spent two-thirds of the wealth accumulated over more than ten years to buy a small batch of mid-tier and low-tier spell knowledge and then purchased several blood-based professions suitable for monsters, which also cost a great deal of wealth.
Now, the remaining wealth of Blackwing Lair was pitifully small—indeed, very little in people's eyes.
Besides, buying things was too expensive and slow. So where could he get them cheaply and quickly?
Therefore, when he learned that the sahuagin were going to launch a final decisive battle against the Kingdom of Albit, the Black Dragon Lord set his sights on the kingdom's thousands of years of accumulated wealth.
He was determined to claim this fortune!
The little demonic dragon flew deep into the palace, following his instinct for treasure hunting, and soon arrived at a secret vault.
There was a flash of black light, and the door to the secret vault burst open.
The little demonic dragon flew inside.
What lay before him was a mountain of silver coins, along with a small amount of gold coins.
In a burst of black light, the little demonic dragon disappeared, and a terrifying demon dragon over 47 meters long appeared in its place. The demon dragon opened its enormous mouth, and a terrifying power of devouring erupted, causing the silver and gold coins to turn into a river of glittering metal that flowed directly into his maw.
Because the Abyss Demonic Dragon Clan could not learn the profession of a spellcaster, they were born with a special stomach structure. This stomach functioned like a half-space, allowing them to store vast amounts of items.
The Half-Space could also grow larger alongside the strength of the Abyss Dragon. It was an innate spell-like ability, and most space storage spells could trace their origins to Abyss Dragons.
In just a few seconds, the dragon had swallowed all the treasures. Then, shrinking in size again, he continued flying to another treasure hoard in the palace.
"This is so embarrassing," Diaharut said irritably.
Time passed, and after breaking open several secret vaults one after another and devouring a massive amount of treasure, Diaharut frowned. He had been unable to sense the presence of palace treasures or any aura of stored wealth for quite some time.
"Something's wrong. How can a kingdom have so little treasure after accumulating it for thousands of years? Did the royal family escape with the wealth?"
Diaharut belatedly realized this possibility.
Suddenly, his expression darkened, and he muttered in secret, "It's over."
The master had long instructed him to keep an eye on the movements of the royal family members to prevent them from escaping with the treasure. The best course of action would have been to shrink down, quietly approach the king, assassinate him in a sneak attack, and take the spatial treasure for himself.
After all, there were spellcasters in the kingdom, and if a spellcaster wanted to flee—even just a high-level one—without teleportation spells being restricted in advance, even legendary warriors would be helpless to stop them.
But Diaharut had obviously not taken this task seriously.
He had assumed that since the king ruled the kingdom and the strength disparity between the kingdom and the sahuagin army was not overwhelming, the kingdom's high-end combat power should have been able to put up a fight. So why would they abandon the kingdom and run away with the treasure?
"Coward," Diaharut muttered, feeling irritated and frustrated.
Not long ago, he had vowed to his master that he would complete the task, but now he had been utterly humiliated.
At that moment, a loud explosion erupted in the palace. Large buildings collapsed, burying Diaharut beneath the rubble.
In the palace, high above, Babakar laughed maniacally. With a casual wave of the trident in his hand, a dark blue torrent materialized out of thin air and then bombarded the palace below, carving out massive trenches several kilometers long and hundreds of meters wide.
"This is power! This is power!!"
While laughing wildly, Babakar noticed hundreds of young maids and guards gathering in a corner of the palace. Grinning, he flew straight toward them.
When the palace young and beautiful maids and guards saw the destructive maniac Babakar approaching, their faces turned pale, and they fled in terror.
"Trying to escape?" Babakar, who was over five meters tall, bared two rows of sharp teeth. Vast energy surged through his body. The next moment, his muscles writhed and expanded like a spongy mass. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a colossal fishman over 20 meters tall.
The giant fishman crossed hundreds of meters in a single step, landing heavily in the center of the fleeing group. He trampled a dozen people to death on the spot, grabbed five or six more with both hands, and tossed them straight into the abyss of his razor-sharp teeth.
A gruesome chewing sound followed. Amid a burst of blood, the devoured humans—including their souls—were all converted into streams of energy, strengthening and nourishing Babakar's body.
For convenience, he had arranged and inscribed the bloody ritual directly within his body. As long as he continued to consume, he could continuously gain strength through the ritual.
Feeling the growing power coursing through his body, Babakar's frenzied emotions seemed to subside. A look of ecstasy spread across his face as he continued reaching for the humans on the ground, who appeared as small as ants to him.
In the ruins, dozens of maids and guards starred in despair at the approaching giant claws and the ferocious grin of the monstrous fishman.
The next moment, the ruins burst open, and an Abyss Demonic Dragon, engulfed in demonic flames, erupted from the wreckage. With a single gulp, it devoured dozens of humans before the giant fishman's claws could reach them.
After finishing his "snack," the Abyss Demonic Dragon flapped his four enormous wings, each wreathed in abyssal fire, and charged straight at the stunned giant fishman.
"Well, well. A legendary fishman," Diaharut sneered, his dragon face twisted into a savage grin.
At that moment, his aura was slightly stronger than Babakar's.
This was the reason Diaharut dared to charge at him.
"If I take down this legendary fishman, the master will definitely forgive me... maybe even reward me," Diaharut thought excitedly.
This was his best chance at redemption!
On the opposite side, Babakar quickly snapped out of his shock. Not only was he unfazed by having his meal stolen, but he even laughed with joy.
"Haha, a dragon? If I eat you, I'll definitely eliminate the side effects and become even stronger!"
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