Chapter 133: Queen vs necromancer (1) (1/2)

”Hum~Hum~Hum.”

Under the moonlight, in the zone belonging to the Gorfard, a short white-haired man no more than 160 cm, was humming while skipping in the street devoid of people.

Sometimes, he would look at the sky with attention, and sometimes, he would just close his eyes and hum.

'This world is finally going to know justice.'

He was happy, seriously happy. Years and years of preparation and research were finally going to be put into action. How could he be unhappy when his dream was about to unfold?

'Soon, we will have the power to destroy this cruel world. But for now…'

Looking at the sky, he could see a wyvern rushing toward the zone where one of their targets was being held.

'Drei told me that I should only let the scout go, right?'

To execute their plan, they needed chaos, a lot of chaos. Which was highly poetic since they were apostles of the mother of chaos.

That's why he had been asked to let any scout go. But,

'Those ones aren't scouts... That means I can kill them, right?”

Grinning from ear to ear, he waved his hand and the ring on his finger shined before a long sniper rifle appeared in his hand.

His eyes looked at this rifle with love, as if he was watching a great masterpiece.

'The technology of the angels makes creating good weapons so much easier.'

Kneeling down, he put the rifle over his shoulder and lifted it.

Licking his lips, he slowly aimed before preparing to shoot.

The mana in his body was slowly engulfed by the rifle until it was clear that he couldn't hold it anymore.

<<Killing Intent: Single Shot>>

*Crack*

The ground fissured like a weeb because of the recoil, then

*BOOM*

Even though it was just a bullet, the sound was so loud that it looked like an explosion from a canon.

*SCREEE*

The result was immediate, the mournful scream of the wyvern resonated in the sky as its left-wing was completely blown away by the shoot.

”Well, well, well, I guess this is a bullseye?”

No matter how powerful he was, killing someone who was flying more than 700 meters above him was pretty difficult if he didn't use his full power. After all, if the warrior felt that he was being threatened, his instincts would warn him. What's more, Wyverns weren't weak creatures.

But by launching an indirect attack like this, he was sure to get them.

'Haha, but I guess they didn't die.'

Watching his three-targets jump from the Injured wyverns while in mid-air, he smiled.

'It's time to hunt.'

He couldn't kill them from 700 meters away in the sky, but now that they had come down, it was time for him to act.

”Hum~Hum~Hum”

Humming a song that he alone could hear, he began to search for his prey.

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[Highland zone]

Standing at about 1000 meters high in the sky, Lilith looked down and observed the scene by gathering mana in her eyes.

Thanks to it, the people who had been previously indistinguishable were now clearly visible to her.

Under the clear sky and the moonlight, she looked like a fairy descending from heaven. Her clothes gently danced under the breeze.

She couldn't help but sigh, as she thought ruefully, 'To think that a decade of peace rusted my skills so much.”

In the past, she could have easily flown to more than the double or triple of the current height she stood on but she could do nothing about this.

Humans were truly a pitiful race. No matter how strong they became, without obtaining a special kind of power, they would slowly weaken and die as time passed.

For races such as elves or demons who counted their ages in the hundreds, ten or fifteen years could only be seen as a short note.

But for a human, fifteen years meant the birth of a new generation and the preparation of another one...

Even though Lilith was by no means old and could even be said to be at the prime of her age, her years of lack of training weren't something she could just shrug off.

Still,

”Well, this isn't like the war against the chimera. This distance is more than enough.”

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Currently, the civil war was raging on.

Even though the three Dukes were strong, they were too limited in the current situation.

After all, Hermes wasn't a fighter in the first place and Arachne only had a small part of her golem army. As for the other nobles, compared to Gerald's group that had been carefully formed and led under one voice, the army of the noble fighting on the side of the three Dukes was more like a bunch of mobs with how they moved.

The only reason they could hold on despite their numbers and preparation disadvantage was thanks to Tyr Highland's <<War Zone: Scream of thousands of soldiers>>

The war was raging and the destruction was spreading.

Thankfully, there were no civilians in the surroundings but the death count of the soldiers on both sides kept increasing.

Still, casualties on each side keep increasing. Blood, sweat, and gore filled the zone as people fought more and more violently.

This little war seemed as if it would last for all eternity. But, it was then that all of them felt a chill.

From Dukes to nobles and from nobles to fighters, all of them stopped their fight as they raised their head toward the sky.

”Hah…”

Some soldiers could only open their eyes and mouth wide as they watched the unbelievable sight that greeted them.