Rising god-Chapter 132: Succeed, Escape

While Maroon’s body was locked under the dragon tongue’s power, the underground members lunged after Roderick, only to be incinerated by a blast of draconic flame, their bodies reducing to ashes.

By the time the effect faded, Roderick was a distant speck in the violet sky. Maroon’s frown deepened. His pride was stung by this. This was his most vulnerable he’d been since reaching 8th-star.

"Alliance leader, should we chase after him?" A voice asked.

Marron looked at him before sighing, "Just leave it." Honestly, if it were just a random person, he would’ve killed them. However, this person was an important person in the alliance.

His gaze shifted to the vessel, its hull still rocking from the battle within, and he made his way there.

Inside, the battle was still in full swing.

The red fangs weren’t called that for nothing. Except for the few surprises here and there, they held their ground against some underground organizations.

As the fight got more intense, Tad had regained his composure and comfortably fought off his enemies while simultaneously leading his team. He didn’t speak anymore about Jin’s betrayal. It would only cause panic than not, but his mind couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The vessel continuously shook despite the command center having declared success some minutes ago.

As the fight raged on.

BOOM! A shockwave suddenly rocked the bridge.

"Tad!" Maroon’s voice thundered.

’Shit,’ Tad froze, and Doombringer’s fist slammed into his chest.

BOOOM. He crashed into the vessel’s wall, metal crumpling, his head leaving a dent. Blood trickled from his lips as he struggled to rise. ’If Marron is here, have the reinforcements been defeated?’ Horror struck in.

"Urghh..." But there wasn’t time for him to think. He was already hanging on a thread, and Maroon loomed above, his pressure suffocating him.

"Do you have any last words?" Maroon asked, his voice cold. Maybe because of what just happened, his mood was sour.

"So... cough... So, you worked with him," Tad rasped.

"Who?" Maroon’s brow furrowed.

"...J-Jin..." Tad’s body slumped, lifeless.

Marron wanted to ask more, but his friend had already given up. ’What was that supposed to mean?’ Maroon’s eyes narrowed. "Doombringer, what was he talking about?"

"Tch. Just some jargons." Doombringer shrugged, wiping blood from his fist.

"Hmm." Maroon nodded after a moment of thought. "Alright, the rest of you, time to die." His domain surged, looming over the remaining Red Fangs.

Their screams filled the air with a resounding splat. The pressure had crushed them into blood and pulp, staining the vessel’s bridge.

The underground members took a step back in fear, then exhaled in relief. They were happy. At least Marron wasn’t their enemy.

With a large smile, he turned to the members, "We succeeded," he declared, and the underground members roared in triumph.

For the first time in their history, they won against Darkan.

Marching to the control room, Maroon’s voice echoed with authority. "After a few checks and meetings, we’ll begin our official Darkan’s takeover. We will succeed."

"YESSSSSSS!" the alliance cheered, their victory sealed in stone.

***

In the Flameheart Kingdom, a somber crowd gathered at the site of the catastrophic battle.

The air hummed with the lingering violet energy, a testament to the clash’s scale. Such devastation on the land and army naturally demanded the king’s presence.

A middle-aged man with deep red and blue eyes, which had a deep shade that could blend to violet at any moment, strode through the wreckage, his purple robe and crown glinting under the sun. His hair, vibrant purple, whipped in the wind. He was Kahn Vol Flameheart, the king of the Flameheart kingdom.

Running his hand through the violet energy, his eyes widened. ’This is it.’ The power. It was beyond his imagination, the perfect blend of flame and ice he’d sought through years of experiments. On his way here, he was annoyed, after all, the general who died was his brother, but watching this energy, it morphed into exhilaration.

’So this is what would happen if they get combined,’ He was suddenly feeling like all his sacrifices and decisions had not been a waste.

He turned his head, demanding, "Where are they?"

"They’ve been sighted near the outer villages, and from their direction, they seem to be fleeing the kingdom," a man replied, bowing.

"Stop them. Block the borders if you must," Kahn ordered, his voice sharp.

"Yes, Your Highness."

***

Ralph’s group staggered through the Flameheart Kingdom, their bodies exhausted, and potions nearly depleted from their infiltration. The kingdom’s pursuit was closing in, with soldiers patrolling every path.

"Hey, Donto, can your friend get us through?" Mirta asked, her voice strained.

"I’m not sure," Donto admitted. "We’ll have to try."

Ralph took the gamble, reforming their tattered formation. The losses and deaths had left the formation irregular, but they pressed on. Other contingencies were ready.

Once more, the ten Mistars executives climbed into a rune-etched carriage, with Donto at the reins, joining the queue at the kingdom’s gate.

The tension in the air hung thick, as more soldiers swarmed the area, conducting brutal searches. Once again, they hoped for anything not to be caught. They couldn’t afford to fight in their situation.

As their turn came, Donto leaned out. "Hey, Tim, what’s going on?"

"Donto?" Tim approached, sighing deeply. "Some terrorists came in and caused a large ruckus. They said even a general and his whole army got wiped out." His face was etched with worry.

"What? No way!" Donto feigned shock. Behind him, the hidden Dawnless stifled laughter, marveling at his fluency. He was too fluent in his acting.

"Yeah, it happened," Tim said. "Oh, you’re leaving, right? Follow me." Using his authority, he vouched for Donto, waving the carriage through. Donto tossed him another sack of coins. "See you again," Tim called, waving as they passed.

The group was very thankful; however, the relief was short-lived. At the Lunar border, a lockdown barred all passage. No one entered or exited, soldiers scouring every traveler.

-What are we going to do?

Mirta asked as Ralph’s mind raced..

’Wick can’t do anything at the moment, as he is in charge of the kidnapped, so what can we do?’

Because at the moment, a brutal search was underway. Some travelers were even forced to take off their clothes.

Mirta and the nine executives were deeply brainstorming when a voice interrupted.

"Hey, you." A man approached Mirta, scratching his head, and she recognized him, the one she’d given her card to. "Thanks for the other day. I found some great stuff." He returned the card to Mirta. "How can I repay you?"

’Should I?’ Mirta was really considering just asking him directly to help them escape. However, she hesitated, weighing the risk. Before she could decide, Cia, an executive, stepped forward. "Can you take us on a tour?"

"A tour?" The man frowned, puzzled.

"Yes," Cia said, not faltering despite the gazes she was receiving. "As you know, the border is now under lockdown. Who knows when it’ll open? Since you owe us, show us what’s so great about this place. Maybe we’ll work here someday."

The man’s eyes lit up. "Alright, follow me."

’Cia, what are you doing?’ Mirta asked through their mental link, her voice sharp.

’Trust me, leader,’ Cia replied.

Mirta stared for a moment before relenting, and the tour began.

The man led them through the soldiers’ quarters, leaders’ quarters, lounges, shops, and when boredom finally crept in for the girls, he opened a final door.

"...and this is where we keep our patrol vessels."

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