Chapter 1694: A wolf among sheep
Chapter 1694: A wolf among sheep
“Retreat!”
The moment the Prima Deities under the Divine Sea Heaven camp heard that word from the white stag Deus Behemoth, their expressions darkened with frustration and seething indignation.
These warriors took the Endlessdeath Continent as their home and the core of their wealth and power. Now, each footfall of retreat felt like a personal defeat, a dagger twisting in their pride.
Of course, once the war was over, the political tides would shift. For Prima Deities, survival usually meant retaining status no matter who won or lost. Yet, until that day, every loss weighed heavily—resources pillaged, strongholds conquered, dignity shattered.
Still, no matter how bitter the reality, they were weaker this day. Weaker, and forced to yield. Shooting hateful glares toward their enemies, the Prima Deities of Divine Sea Heaven turned their backs, following the white stag away from the battlefield, their retreat heavy with rage.
In stark contrast, the forces of Divine Calamity Heaven were ablaze with thrill and triumph. Smiles cracked across the faces of Zoro and the other Prima Deities from the Everlife Continent. Victory was theirs.
Yet, as they savored the sweetness of conquest, a shared understanding passed silently between them. A large part of this victory wasn’t due to pure force—it was because of Cain Laurifer.
Cain’s earlier intelligence reports had been instrumental. Thanks to his maps and analyses, Zoro’s forces had bypassed countless traps, avoided dangerously cursed zones, and struck deep into enemy territory with precision.
They forced Divine Sea Heaven into unfavorable terrain, cutting them off from reinforcements and defensive formations. Cain had even delayed and wounded one of the Endlessdeath Continent’s strongest Prima Deities—a feat that helped turn the tide long before today’s battle had even begun.
“Establish a perimeter. Send the Divine Masters’ army to investigate the terrain and harvest anything of value,” Zoro commanded without delay. His voice rang clear through the cold air, and the Prima Deities around him nodded quickly, eager to transform their battlefield success into material gains.
Meanwhile, Deus Behemoth and his Prima Deities traveled for several tense hours across the Endlessdeath Continent, silent save for the occasional rumble of rage radiating from their souls. Eventually, they reached a tranquil river, its waters gleaming like a silver blade beneath the blood-red sky.