In an instant, a surge of terrifying energy exploded behind Lethostar—four, no, five overwhelming auras burst forth like a shockwave. And when Ethan looked closer, his heart sank.
They were all 15-Tier Crimson Ultimate heroes.
Worse still—two of them were SS-rank.
This wasn't just Ethan and his team coming in prepared.
Lethostar had come locked and loaded too.
One 15-Tier SSS-rank Crimson Ultimate—the Centaur High King himself.
Two 15-Tier SS-ranks.
And three 15-Tier S-ranks.
That lineup? Absolutely monstrous. It was the kind of force that could flatten entire nations.
And now, it was all aimed at them.
For Ethan and his crew, this wasn't just a fight—it was a full-blown crisis.
But Ethan didn't flinch. He reacted fast.
"Elira," he called out, voice sharp and steady. "You take him. Stall him if you can. As for those two SS-ranks—Sigral, Trigath, they're yours."
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Both Sigral, the hulking minotaur, and Trigath, the blazing Auric Phoenix, froze for a second, eyes wide in disbelief.
He was handing them that kind of responsibility?
Was he out of his damn mind?
"You're probably wondering what the hell I'm thinking," Ethan said, catching their expressions. "But like it or not, we're all in the same boat now."
He paused, then added with a smirk, "Thyssar's dead. You two are still breathing. You really think Lethostar's gonna let that slide?"
That hit like a punch to the gut.
Sigral's expression darkened. Trigath's wings twitched with tension.
Yeah… they knew Lethostar. Knew how ruthless he was. Thyssar had been his blood—his own brother. And now he was dead.
And they were still alive.
That didn't bode well.
"Besides," Ethan continued, his tone casual but firm, "worst case, we lose and bail. You think we don't have a way out? Come on. Think about it. Sometimes, switching sides isn't the worst thing. Better than following some brain-dead tyrant to your grave. Don't you think?"
He clapped a hand on Sigral's massive shoulder, then gave Trigath a quick pat on the wing before turning to the others.
"Ataneya, Seraphina, Andona, Namyanna, Feylora—you five, take out the remaining S-ranks. Be quick. Be clean."
"Understood, my Lord!"
"Let's go! Kill them all!"
In a flash, the five women launched forward, streaking toward the enemy's three 15-Tier S-rank Crimson Ultimates like a storm of blades and fire.
The two SS-rank enemies looked like they were about to jump in and help—
But then, suddenly, two figures stepped into their path.
"You two traitorous bastards!" one of the SS-ranks snarled, his face twisting with rage. "You really think you can turn on us and live?!"
Sigral's eyes narrowed. Trigath's feathers flared with golden fire.
They didn't back down.
They knew they were outmatched—one SS-rank and one S-rank against two SS-ranks—but they didn't care.
They'd made their choice.
And they weren't about to take shit from anyone.
"Shut your damn mouth," Trigath snapped, his voice like a crack of thunder. "You wanna fight? Then fight. But spare me the bullshit, you arrogant prick!"
With that, he launched himself forward, wings blazing.
At the same time, Sigral let out a guttural roar and charged, locking horns with the other SS-rank.
And as for Lethostar—the towering, terrifying Centaur High King, a 15-Tier SSS-rank monster of a warrior—
His opponent was already waiting for him.
Also 15-Tier SSS-rank.
The battlefield erupted into chaos.
The war had officially begun, and everyone was going all in.
But even from the very first clash, the outcome was already tilting hard in one direction.
With the 15-Tier SSS-rank Centaur High King, Lethostar, locked in a brutal duel against Elira…
And the two 15-Tier SS-rank centaur elites held back by Trigath and Sigral…
That left the remaining three 15-Tier S-rank Crimson Ultimate heroes wide open.
And there was no way in hell they could stand up to Ataneya and her squad of five.
One devastating attack after another rained down like a storm of divine fury.
It didn't even take long.
Within minutes, the three S-ranks were already being pushed to the brink.
Finally, after a tense standoff, Seraphina spotted an opening.
With a roar that shook the air, her dragon claws ignited in blazing flame, her entire body surging with raw power. Then—she vanished.
Seraphina reappeared right in front of her target, her flaming claw driving straight through the enemy's skull, piercing the forehead cleanly. Then, with a savage twist, she dragged her claw downward, slicing the body open from head to gut in one brutal motion.
The scream tore through the battlefield.
The other two S-ranks froze, eyes wide, pupils contracting in horror.
But they didn't have time to mourn.
Because in the very next second, Ataneya, Feylora, Andona, and Namyanna were already on them—two-on-one, no mercy.
"DIE!!" Ataneya roared, unleashing her Divine Fox Form.
Six massive tails burst into existence, swirling with divine energy. They whipped down from the sky like meteors, slamming into her target and punching straight through his body.
Feylora didn't hesitate.
She followed up instantly—blades of light and shadow slicing through the air.
A barrage of attacks rained down, smashing into the enemy's skull and shattering it like glass. The body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
"Nice!" Ataneya grinned, clenching her fist in triumph.
Then, without missing a beat, she vanished in a blur and reappeared beside Seraphina. Together, they turned toward the last remaining S-rank, who was still locked in a desperate fight against Andona and Namyanna.
They didn't give him a chance.
"Primordial Venomstorm!"
Twin ultimates exploded across the battlefield—searing flames and toxic winds engulfing the enemy in a hellish vortex.
The screams didn't last long.
The final S-rank was torn apart, his body collapsing in a smoldering heap at their feet.
All three of Lethostar's 15-Tier S-rank Crimson Ultimates were dead.
"No!! You bastards! I'll kill you all!!"
Lethostar's roar shook the heavens.
His eyes burned with fury, bloodshot and wild. He thrashed against Elira's relentless assault, but it was no use.
He couldn't break free.
He could only watch—helpless—as his elite warriors, his most trusted champions, were slaughtered one by one.
Three 15-Tier S-ranks, gone in minutes.
For a warlord like Lethostar, for a Centaur High King who ruled with absolute power, this wasn't just a loss.
It was a catastrophe.
But no matter how hard he fought…
He couldn't get past Elira.
And all he could do was watch his empire crumble around him.