421 The Illusion Is Gone
Such a person wasn’t that easy to deal with. I knew finding him would be hard, and he wouldn’t just let me away after this.
I didn’t bother thinking about whom I offended, I already offended a long list of enemies. I had to just keep my guard up from now on, and be wary from such moments just like what happened here.
*Crack!*
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, that damn illusion thing started to break down on its own. It seemed my shadow world absorbed enough to make it crumble on its own.
I watched that massive thing crash down as many cracks started to appear and spread. It was a good sight to see, especially after all the hardship I got to crush it.
But now wasn’t the time to appreciate such a feat. The fight wasn’t over yet, and I still didn’t know the status of the survivors.
And that was the most important thing here. I waited, while my boys kept wrecking havoc all over the place.
That paragon was really persistent! He kept trying his best to get closer to me, but failed. Since the last time he used that green dragon attack and he stopped bringing up any flashy items.
I totally ignored him. My purpose for now was to secure my surviving forces, and try my best to protect them until they’d be able to run away with me.
*Flop!*
It burst out like a big bubble, releasing what was inside in front of my eyes. I looked at the ground, blinked twice before feeling relieved.
“We didn’t lose much!”
The area there wasn’t flat, but it had many deep ridges that were filled with my boys. I looked closely at a few, and from the look of it they were all exhausted.
“Spread out,” and at this moment, my boys needed help and protection. So I gave the order to my soulers, and made them move towards the area covered previously by that illusion and seal it.
From now on, it was all defensive battle, with no offence at all but against that crazy paragon.
“They are out!” and just as my boys surrounded my forces, using the moment of their appearance that startled everyone here, that damn paragon crazily shouted.
“They look weak! They aren’t that much either! Go, go and kill them. Don’t let a single one live!”
Damn you! Yet I knew enemies were destined to not show mercy to their foes. He did his part pretty well, and it was time for me to move.
“Listen up,” at this moment, it wasn’t that great to keep attacking him, “half of you keep him away, and the rest focus on the areas around here. If anyone tries to get near, kill.”
My fallen gods were weapons of mass destruction for these forces. So letting them handle the defence made a direct impact to the already rising morales of the enemies.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*
Just the first waves of attacks were enough to clear a large area around my forces. I looked at this situation in content before turning over to my messages. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
[Are you ok? Can you stand up and fight?] I sent this to all of them, including Fang and Wryly.
[Boss… It’s my boss…]
[Finally we are saved!]
[Thanks Hye, this time I owe you big!]
Many useless messages came that told me how hard they all felt during this fight. I couldn’t lie and say I understood their feelings, but I had to ask again, [Can you stand up and fight?]
[No!]
[We are… Tired!]
[I can rile up my forces, but they are already exhausted]
[I lost good deal of my boys]
The answers I got were around the same answer; they couldn’t fight right now. That was clear to me. Just watching their tired faces, their weak bodies falling on the ground, made me know how deeply exhausted they were.
Even if they were tired, the anger swelling inside their heart would drive them to fight. But the first thing they did was to fall weakly on the ground, panting for breath.
Seeing them like that told me they were in no shape to even stand up and lead their forces. I didn’t want them to fight, I just wanted them to take charge of their forces and start arranging their lines.
The area covered with that illusion was massive. So I had to move around with my chariot and station myself in the centre of it.
Also I had to rise up for a mile, to allow my boys and weapons to reach further away.
The last thing I wanted to see was to harm them using my weapons or boys’ attacks.
As for my dragons, they started to roam the entire zone, making sure no one survived or escaped the attacks from my fallen gods.
“Forget about leaving here alive,” just as things were starting to cool down, that damn paragon shouted from far away, “you and your pathetic forces are surrounded with tons of armies from all sides for tens of miles! You have no chance to survive this. Just give up already.”
“In your dreams!” My answer came swift and decisive. Leaving my boys here to die? That was a joke!
Besides, even if we were surrounded with millions of enemies, what would have been their effect if they couldn’t even bypass my tight defences?
My forces were lacking in numbers indeed, but they were superior, far superior than their enemies.
That was the reason that the bastard kept talking nonsense like this. He tried to affect the morale of my forces, letting us mess up for the other forces here to take advantage of that.
“Keep fighting,” I kept shouting at my forces from time to time, encouraging them. I knew my private army didn’t need any encouragement. But for the rest of the weakened troops here, they surely needed that.
The first thing I tried to solve here wasn’t the weakness of their bodies, but their souls. Once they regained the clarity and the will to fight like before, even if they were on the verge of death they’d show more signs of life than now.