OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 347: GO!

They were up against a monster that would take Amon moments to kill. But they weren't Archons like him. Only Seraphim. Class-Four Celestials.

The gap between them was as tall as the distance between Earth and the Sun.

Emir, Ragnar, and Morgiana barely defeated a Six-core, and now, with hardly any increase in strength, they were tasked with defeating a seven-core.

They wouldn't even be able to scratch it.

The strength increase between each core varied significantly. The higher the core count within the monster, the more strength they gain with each additional core.

This applied to Celestials as well, but not as a direct comparison.

Unlike monsters, Celestials had only one core, making the monsters simply stronger.

Now, fortunately, that wasn't their job.

They were to be used as foot soldiers, and what did foot soldiers do?

Deal with other foot soldiers. This time in a more literal sense.

They were tasked with killing the soldier ants and making way for the High Lords to attack freely and directly.

Yes, Judas and Judal would be the ones attacking the War Queen.

They could kill it by themselves, but such a scenario wouldn't have been ideal.

Even though they were High Lords, the highest sub-rank within the Seraphim major rank, defeating the queen at such a quick pace would've proven to be quite a tough ordeal.

That was because it would guarantee unwanted destruction, a result of the War Queen's resistance, while also fully revealing their position, simply wasting time.

This, in turn, would give all the hunters in the nearby sectors a higher chance of reaching them, leading to mission failure, as they were supposed to proceed quickly and as silently as possible.

After all, they wouldn't be only fighting the War Queen but also the two hundred thousand ants it commanded.

So, if they hoped to quickly deal with it, the trio and the rest were needed.

The 'rest,' included the five HG leaders they met up with just out of the monster's detection range, hidden behind a big hill of corroded rock and wet sand.

Red Dragon, Southern Cross, Phoenix, Maharajah, and Lionheart.

Each sat in their vehicle-eight cruisers and two motorbikes-ready to lay waste to what was ahead.

[With introductions over, let's go over the plan one more time; we'll go one by one; you start us off black eyes.]

Judas telepathically commanded over the open channel they set up.

'Typical~.'

Emir snickered while driving forward, leading them past the hill and into the valley.

[Me and Rag will set the tracker for the Aether-imbued homing rockets, the others will split, and act as bait for the little ones, giving us an easier time cutting through them and reaching the queen.]

Ragnar was the first to follow, showing a demeanor opposite to Emir's; his face colder than Morgiana's magic.

[Once set, we'll shoot the rockets, killing those protecting the War Queen.]

Morgiana trailed behind them next, driving in between them.

[After hit confirmation, we professors will reload first, leaving our protection to you five.]

Red Dragon, as the second in command of the once ten, now eleven, top hunter groups, was the next person to drive his cruiser forward, matching Morgiana's pace with his friends trailing after him.

He wore the same clothes as before: a red robe lined with gold dragons, proudly displaying his heritage. However, his early advance wasn't only due to his heritage's worth; he was the strongest among the currently available HG leaders.

An 8th-class Spell Weaver, Ethereal Magus, focused on the fire element. His Specialization was aptly titled Hell Weaver, matching his status as the dragon of red.

[We do the same, leaving them to watch our backs until the launchers are ready to fire the second volley.]

Next to speak and move was Southern Cross, the Australian juggernaut, a hulking Knight that matched Emir in size.

Unlike last time, he wore no high-class clothes, but simply the default appearance of his E10 augmented suit, fitted with a mechanical spine on the back and a visor protruding from the suit to the front of his eyes.

[Then we leave the exposed War Queen to Sir Judas and Sir Judal who'll be conjuring their strongest attack till then, helping them deal the killing blow by getting rid of the-]

[Yeah, yeah, SC, we'll be killing them all and getting the fuck out of here! But if shit hits the fan, we split up, leaving the strongest of us to deal with our big queen.]

Phoenix, who interrupted "SC," was loud as ever and unsurprisingly not as hostile as before, which made a lot of sense considering that Emir threatened to kill them when they first met. Her bedlah covered a slight bit more of her body this time around, as it was designed not to show what she didn't want to be seen during combat.

Especially 'her' combat, as she specialized in the Air Element, titled Sky Weaver.

A chuckling Maharajah was next, giving Phoenix a thumbs up as he followed after her.

[Right. Sir Judas and Sir Judal will remain atop the hill, while Emir, Ragnar, and Morgiana will help them. I and the other four shall dispose of the trouble.]

The last to speak of their small convoy was Lionheart.

[If the trouble overwhelms us, we'll ask Sir Judas to interfere and rejoin the main group,

ending the battle as soon as possible.]

He drove at a safe distance behind them, furthest away from harm.

The contradiction of his 'name' to his actions was overlooked since he was a Zenith Warden,

their only healer.

[You muppets can memorize things at least.]

Judas, standing atop the hill beside his twin and overlooking the valley below, was the one who ordered him to act that way.

Lionheart's role was to stay back, heal the others if needed, and launch his rockets at the right

moment.

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And now, with everyone's roles defined, Judas clenched his fist, creating a beacon of light.

[Don't stare...]

The light shot high into the sky almost instantly, illuminating their surroundings and turning the dark night of their small field into a blindingly bright day.

This sudden brilliance revealed their target: a green sea of dog-sized ants covering everything in sight, their loud chirps sounding like the grating of metal.

Their clenching jaws and snapping mandibles rattled the air while their movement thundered

through the ground.

Terrifying would have been an apt description of such a scene. But for those heading there, it

was simply another day. Another battle.

[GO!]

With Judas's command, they sped forth, donning plain masks of black, and roaring in unison:

[Initiating first task!]