Chapter 390: I Need Your Army Here
"Actually, it’s not. I am here to hunt; but I will need your help and army here... If we succeed, I will help you get back to the fourth world, and maybe, the King will say some good word to your father. Remember, I said maybe." It said, the cold, rattling sound of its jaws sending a shiver through everyone present.
"The King? You mean?" Vassago lowered his gaze in shock. In the absolute hierarchy of the fourth world, there are three main forces that hold dominion. The undisputed strongest is known as the Aethelgard family, and the second is his very own Father, the Supreme ruler of the true abyss... Only that specific man, the King of the Aethelgard, could ever possess enough political and martial leverage to convince his father.
Getting rid of the cosmic chains on him, and finally going back to the fourth world has always been his ultimate, burning dream; this unexpected encounter might just be the right opportunity to leave this world behind forever.
"What do I have to do?" He asked, his demeanor shifting from defiant prisoner to a willing collaborator.
"Yes! We also want to help you!!" Dracula yelled, her ambitious gaze fixed firmly on the ground, desperate to secure her own ticket to the upper realms.
"Oh, that’s easy." The skeleton muttered, its hollow, dark skull turning slowly to lock its gaze onto Dracula.
"Okay then, you just--" It paused mid-sentence, its senses suddenly twitching as it noticed the terrified Pope, and his two trembling saints.
"You! Why do I sense that Bitch from the Third World on you?" It asked, its voice instantly dripping with a dense, suffocating killing intent that warped the surrounding air.
"Who? Who?" The Pope trembled in raw, primeval fear, clutching his divine staff with pale, sweating knuckles.
"You serve and worship her as your goddess... Anyway, get lost; I don’t want to see her people anywhere around me." The skeleton commanded.