A chorus of wails and desperate cries echoed across the battlefield.
The lizardmen in the distance had begun to break.
Amidst the chaos—
A radiant figure descended.
The Principality Peace had already reached the trapped Archangel Flame, its spear staff raised high.
WHOOSH!
With a single strike, the weapon pierced through the Archangel Flame's body—
Turning it into countless motes of light.
Dissipated. Erased.
"Fourth Tier Angel Summoning."
Sakeer snapped his fingers.
BOOM!
A burst of radiant energy exploded in the sky.
From its center, another Principality Peace manifested, stepping into the battlefield once more.
The lizardmen barely had time to react before—
"Holy Ray."
The angel swung its spear staff forward.
A blinding beam of divine energy shot out—
Tearing through the lizardmen at the front lines.
SCREAMS. SMOKE. SILENCE.
WHOOSH—
The Principality Peace flapped its wings, teleporting mid-air—
And in an instant—
It was above Shasuryu Shasha.
The Green Claw Chieftain was still locked in battle with the Barghest, unaware of the impending doom above him.
"Rrrr..."
The Barghest shuddered, sensing what was coming—
And without hesitation, it retreated from the fight.
Shasuryu Shasha barely had time to register the shift before—
BANG!
His vision blurred as a spear staff slammed down from above.
FLESH SPLATTERED.
The impact split his skull open, his body jerking violently before collapsing onto the bloodstained ground.
The Green Claw Tribal Patriarch was dead.
"...It's over."
Crusch Lulu stared at the scene, her red eyes filled with horror and despair.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground.
As she fell, the straw hat on her head slipped off—
Revealing her snow-white skin.
Unlike the rough, scaly bodies of the surrounding lizardmen, her complexion was smooth, pale, and unnatural.
In any other circumstance—
The sight of such an anomaly would have drawn endless attention.
But now?
No one cared.
With the deaths of the Razor Tail and Green Claw Chieftains, and the arrival of two Principality Peace—
The last shred of lizardman resistance collapsed.
Their warriors no longer fought.
They fled.
The once unified horde had become a panicked stampede, scrambling away in terror.
No one paid any heed to Crusch Lulu, the white-scaled outlier, as she sat trembling amidst the fallen.
Across the wetlands, cries of surrender rose.
"We submit! We surrender!"
Lizardmen warriors dropped their weapons, some kneeling, others simply fleeing into the blood mist.
Hearing their pleas, Crusch Lulu's entire body shook.
Tears welled in her red eyes, streaming down her face.
Her gaze turned to Sakeer.
A silent plea. A desperate hope.
She was unlike the others.
Unlike the savage, primitive lizardmen.
There was something delicate about her—something that, by human standards, bordered on beautiful.
Yet—
Sakeer's expression remained unmoved.
"I'm sorry."
His voice was calm, indifferent.
"All-Race Charm."
A wave of mental energy spread outward.
Crusch Lulu's eyes glazed over.
Her trembling ceased.
She fell silent.
Sakeer had killed too many lizardmen today.
He knew that no amount of surrendering would erase the bloodstained memories of this battle.
They would never forget. They would never forgive.
And the cycle of vengeance would continue.
The Great Tomb's method of slaughtering enemies first, then forcing submission was undeniably effective.
But it was also deeply flawed.
The conquered obeyed only because they feared the undead's overwhelming power.
Yet, no one wanted to be ruled by the undead.
If—
One day, an equally powerful force opposed the Great Tomb…
The races that had been subjugated would rise up in rebellion.
It was only a matter of time.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
The sound of heavy footfalls thundered across the battlefield.
Holding Frost Pain, Zaryusu Shasha led more than a hundred lizardman warriors, sprinting toward the Dragon Tusk Tribe's entrance.
These warriors had originally been stationed to block Sakeer's escape, ensuring no loose ends.
But now—
Escape was the last thing on their minds.
The agonized screams of their kin echoed in front them—
The screams of the dying.
The battle should have been a mere formality—
With three powerful lizardman tribes, eliminating one human should have been overkill.
Yet—
The sounds of death and destruction proved otherwise.
They were losing.
They had already lost.
As they neared the Dragon Tusk Tribe, a suffocating scent filled the air.
The scent of blood.
The moment they stepped onto the battlefield—
They froze.
Their lungs burned, their muscles tensed, and their eyes widened in horror.
What lay before them was a blood-soaked wetland.
Countless lizardman corpses lay scattered across the ground.
A massacre.
A total annihilation.
Yet amidst the carnage, only three figures stood.
A human, his form eerily thin compared to the hulking lizardmen.
A white-scaled lizardman, completely different from the rest.
And a Barghest, its glowing eyes piercing the darkness.
White scales?
At any other time, Zaryusu Shasha would have paused—examined—perhaps even questioned.
But now—
His gaze locked onto one figure only.
The human.
The one responsible for all of this.
Then, he looked upward.
And there—
Suspended in the sky above the human—
Two towering angels, over three meters tall.
Even without fighting them—
Zaryusu Shasha's instincts screamed the truth.
They were creatures he could never defeat.
"...Did we really just lose to a monster like this?"
Zaryusu Shasha let out a bitter smile, his grip tightening around Frost Pain.
Behind him, the lizardman warriors stood frozen, their eyes wide with fear.
"Run!"
"RUN! DON'T LOOK BACK!"
Zaryusu whirled around, raising his voice as he roared at his warriors.
Yet—
"Zaryusu..."
"But you..."
"We can't just run away!"
"We are warriors of the tribe!"
Despite their fear, some still shouted defiantly, their voices trembling.
"GO!"
Zaryusu Shasha's roar was hoarse, filled with frustration.
"Staying here isn't courage. It's SUICIDE."
The warriors exchanged uncertain glances.
Silence.
Then—one by one—they turned and fled.
Zaryusu exhaled sharply, a strange sense of relief settling in his chest.
At least they would live.
Now—
He would fight alone.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His footsteps quickened, turning into a run.
Then a sprint.
"HUMAN!!"
Zaryusu Shasha bellowed, gripping Frost Pain with both hands as he charged forward.
Above—
A flash of white light.
"Holy Ray."
—SHOOM!
A dazzling beam of divine energy exploded from the Principality Peace's spear staff, slicing through the air toward him.
"Heart's Eye!"
Zaryusu didn't slow down.
At the last second, his body twisted, narrowly dodging the Holy Ray—
BOOM!
The blast struck the ground behind him, gouging out a deep crater.
Sakeer's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh?"
This was the first lizardman to evade the Principality Peace's attack.
His gaze flicked to his attribute panel, where new information had appeared.
But before he could analyze further—
"ROAR!"
The Barghest lunged, fangs bared as it pounced toward Zaryusu.
STARE.
Zaryusu's left foot slammed into the ground, and in an instant, he predicted the trajectory of the attack.
With practiced ease, he sidestepped, dodging the hound before it could even land.
He didn't stop.
He bypassed the Barghest.
He kept running—straight toward Sakeer.
Whoosh!
From behind—
Great Whirlwind of Chains!
With a flick of its bone-clad body, the Barghest's chains lashed out violently, attempting to ensnare him.
"Fortress!"
Without turning back, Zaryusu swung Frost Pain behind him—
A pale blue light flashed from the weapon.
CLANG!
The bone chains collided with the icy glow, their force effortlessly neutralized.
He kept moving.
Sakeer was now within reach.
"Ice—!"
Zaryusu Shasha raised Frost Pain, preparing to strike—
"It's over."
Sakeer shook his head.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Before the lizardman could swing his weapon—
Two blinding flashes.
The Principality Peace teleported above him, their spear staffs raised high—
Then—
They struck.
SCHLUK!
Both spears pierced downward, forming an X-shaped impalement, pinning Zaryusu Shasha to the ground.
Blood poured from his wounds, his gasping breath ragged.
Yet—
He was so close.
Just seven meters from the human.
His vision blurred, his body convulsing as he coughed blood.
"...Too strong... The gap is... too wide..."
CLINK.
Frost Pain slipped from his grip, falling beside him.
Sakeer stepped forward, looking down at the dying warrior.
"To be killed by two Principality Peace..."
He spoke calmly.
"You were already strong."
Zaryusu weakly raised his head, his eyes dull, yet still pleading.
"Can you..."
"...let them go?"
The lizardmen warriors who fled.
Sakeer understood immediately.
He remained silent for a moment—then nodded.
"Can."
Zaryusu Shasha's dilated pupils flickered in surprise.
He hadn't expected mercy.
Yet, the human had agreed.
As this realization settled in his mind—
His breath stopped.
Zaryusu Shasha was dead.
Sakeer knelt down, picking up the fallen Frost Pain.
He had no intention of deceiving the warrior.
The escaped lizardmen?
They no longer interested him.
[Experience Slot: 365,775 / 70,000]
His experience points had already reached the limit required to max out the [Magic Swordsman] class.
Now, the only available upgrades were for [Genius] and [Shamanic Adept].
Sakeer currently has no intention of upgrading these two professions. Apart from these two professions, he has no other professions to upgrade.