Chapter 434: Divine Ballistic Missile (I)
Their goal was set, but there was much to discuss as the details of such a military move were many and needed to be addressed before their departure. After all, once they marched, they would not meet each other until the moment to strike the Keny Country arose, and any deviation in the timeline or place of gathering could lead to disastrous outcomes for the human forces. That was why the group remained in the command center for nearly twenty-five hours, refining the details as they assessed their next move.
Finally, once everything was settled, Vlad, Grand Marshal Anglius, and the others left the tent. The Depravita of Wrath and the golden giant glanced at each other and performed a profound nod—there was no time to lose.
Vlad turned toward Jormungandr, and the small yellow cat nodded before summoning his demonic soul. A massive flaming bird appeared in everybody’s sight, its wings spanning wide and feathers made of pure fire.
"Let’s go," Vlad commanded.
Amara, Mirena, Claudius, Roman, and Frank, and Freya all jumped onto the flying demonic soul before it rose into the air. Vlad and Jormungandr relied on their own power to defy gravity and ascended gracefully.
As for Ned and the Lords of Horror, they relied on their enchanted armor, using their boots to kick off the very air itself, moving through the sky as if climbing invisible stairs.
The next second, the group flashed into the distance at a shocking speed, heading straight toward the Rand Country. Their figures became blurs against the horizon.
Grand Marshal Anglius watched their figures flying away, and his eyes sharpened as he gazed at the thousands of soldiers on Kuro Mountain. His voice thundered across the land, amplified by his aura.
"Golden Wave Legion, Shadowstrike Legion, and Turkin Riders! Prepare to march! We leave at the first light of dawn!"