Son of the Hero King

War.

It was one of the things, no race, no matter how intelligent, could avoid forever.

They said that peace was only the interval entre two wars.

While floating high under the starry sky, Kiyohime couldn’t but acquiesce with this saying.

She hated war.

From a practical viewpoint, it was a waste of resources.

From a sentimental viewpoint, it was a waste of life.

If at least it was a fight against the force of chaos. She would have fought heartily with no fear nor remorse.

Sadly…Once again…She had to stain her hands with the blood of her family.

“Kiyohime.”

His cap fluttering in the wind, his entire body encased in a black cloak that completely hides his features, Hydra approached Kiyohime, a frown marring his face.

He knew very well how conscientious Kiyohime was, back then he saw the sadness in her eyes while she mercilessly cut down the traitor Marduk and his group.

Most of the dragons were once under the care of Kiyohime and the more talented ones even received her personal guidance for many years.

It wouldn’t be a mistake to say that Kiyohime was more of a mother for all dragons than Tiamat had ever been. Kiyohime knew each of their names and named some of them herself. Unlike Tiamat who rarely cared for any dragons, even if they were her direct children.

This was why, for many, Kiyohime was more than a Lord. She was a sister, a mother, a friend, and a master.

Hydra couldn't even begin to fathom just how heart wrenching it must have been for her to put down the children she personally raised.

Hydra Opened his mouth, intent on asking if it was possible for Welsh to take her place. But one glance from Kiyohime prompted him to close his mouth and sigh.

Those eyes of her…

They were indeed filled with sadness.

They were indeed filled with despondency and regret.

But…There was no hesitation.

“Traitors must die.”

Kiyohime spoke plainly, the chill in her voice enough to freeze the heart of the weak-minded and Hydra did not rebuke her words.

Her eyes were indeed filled with sadness and regret.

But more than anything, they were blazing with rage and a deep feeling of betrayal.

The bigger the love, the greater the hatred.

The moment they sold themselves to the enemy, there was no way to go back. Traitors had to die and because she was the one who trained and raised them—She would be the one to kill them.

The moment she opened her wings fully, all the ships began to shine with blinding light as if they were transforming into shooting stars.

They were currently above the white pearl, flying at full speed towards the Seventh Heaven.

The moment the traitors were discovered, they began to act and many traitors in different islands began to wreak havoc in all the heavens from the 7th to the 1st.

At this rate, the number of death on their side would rise sharply. This was why Kiyohime decided to deploy as much as and used her and Hydra soldiers.

A full buster call, an entire armada of 200 ships, 2 Dragon Kings, 24 pure blood elder dragons, 400 dragons of mixed blood, and more than 18000 soldiers composed of elves, spirits, and other races from the Astral world.

In this army, absolutely all the 42 Dragons were at the Duke level even if only at the entry of this level.

One had to remember that in the mortal world, none of the Seven Kingdoms outside of Slothein, the angels country, had more than 100 Dukes in their army. Meanwhile, at the King level, a kingdom would rarely have more than two King levels, three if they were lucky and four if they hit the jackpot.

The current armada alone was enough to absolutely crush any Kingdoms in the mortal world.

Sadly, what they were about to face were no mortal.

—-

While Kiyohime was leading the attack to quell the problem that came up internally, Fafnir and Welsh were going out with their armada in order to deal with the outside threat.

Beyond the gate of the territory, flying the void, was a large army composed of criminals in all genres and Chaos spawn.

From what Fafnir knew, it seemed that those criminals were tricked and didn’t know they would face the dragons until the very last moment. But now that the arrow was thrown, they knew that they had no choice but to fight.

The armada of Fafnir and Welsh was at the same level as Kiyohime and Hydra. They had decided to use the army of the four princes as a way to help in evacuating those who were unable to fight and provide healing and help for those who could fight.

Facing them, the army of Chaos was composed of several thousand, Chaos spawn and a Fafnir could even feel a few Titans and Giants were hidden in their midst.

If Fafnir was told that they reunited all the criminals in the Astral realm, he would believe it.

All in all, an army of nearly a hundred thousand out of which, about 600 to 9000 were at the Duke level.

They were facing odds of more than 5 to 1 and they nearly had two times more Duke and a few Kings.

This was truly an overwhelming sight the like only seen during the start of the Great war.

Even then, no one in the army showed fear. They had no reason to.

After all, they had their guardian dragon with them.

The Dragon King Fafnir might not be the strongest King. But, for an army, he was the best general they could ever hope to have.

They believed in him and were ready to fight for and with him.

What they didn’t know was that the admirable Fafnir was having a headache dealing with an unexpected intruder.

“I say, little lady, do you really plan to fight with us?”

“Did you forget what I am?”

Isis grinned, “I am not a helpless lady and war is where a necromancer like me, thrives the most. Furthermore…”

“Furthermore?”

“You will need my help. I can feel someone of my kind in that side.”

Fafnir’s eyes narrowed, “A Necromancer?”

“A King ranked Necromancer.”

Isis said with a frown. She could feel the power of a King rank but it seemed diluted. Almost like a candle.

She was sure that it wasn't the main body of the necromancer. Using a fake body was a basic skill for necromancer after all.

Of course, she wasn't about to tell them that.

A groan escaped Fafni’s lip at her words.

Necromancers were true game changers on a large-scale battlefield. There was nothing more depressing than saying those you killed, as well as your own companions, stand back up as undead.

Fafnir also has little experience dealing with them. After all, necromancy did not exist during the Great war. It only appeared after the Necromancer King begin to travel in the astral world and take in disciples.

The few necromancers he had faced were either small fry or crazy bastards who wanted to create bone dragons.

But at the level of a King? An entire legion could be created.

“Very well.”

Fafnir nodded and turned to Nent, “I guess I you will also stay?”

Indeed, Nent had followed Isis outside.

“Of course.”

Fafnir didn’t argue this time. He may have some doubt about Isis, but Nent was a true veteran powerhouse.

He absolutely had nothing to worry about with her on the field.

He was sure of it.

(AN: Both Fafnir and Drei believe in Nent as an ally. Sadly one of them will end up being disappointed.

This will be the first time I write about such a large scale conflict. Anyone know novels with a big war in them? I could take some inspiration)