Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate-Novel

Chapter 1040 There Are No If’s In This World [Part 1]

Scarlet and Sean (Sid's friend) fought side by side as they retreated with the other members of Twilight Rain toward their Inner City, where their Leaders were currently at.

The two only dealt non-lethal injuries to their opponents, using daggers coated with powerful paralyzing agents that would make their foes unable to move for a few minutes.

Both of them had to make it look like they were seriously trying their best to kill their enemies while making sure that none of them died.

At the end of the day, they were the Half-Elf's double agents, and killing the Rankers from the Kingdom of Gweliven wouldn't do them any good.

All the manpower of Twilight Rain had been recalled from their missions in order to reinforce the Main Headquarters. 

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The con was that all of them were confined in the same place, and they would never be able to escape if the enemies managed to overpower their defenses, and that was precisely their situation at that very moment.

Of course, just like Harrus, all of them believed that they would still have the upper hand in the battle. After all, from what they knew, they had more Saints than their enemies.

But this confidence disappeared the moment they arrived at their inner city and saw the battle between the Saints that was now heating up.

The Guildmaster and Vice Guildmaster of Twilight Rain glanced in the direction of their subordinates and frowned.

'They have been pushed all this way?' Magnar thought before focusing his attention back on the Juggernaut of Agartha, whose blows were as heavy as a mountain.

The Vice Guildmaster shared Magnar's worries. If this same scenario had happened an hour ago, they would have easily dealt with the army of the Kingdom of Gweliven.

But now, they were unable to do anything because another Saint had appeared out of nowhere to help their enemies.

The worst part of it all was that Sion was actually only a step away from becoming a Supreme, making him a Pseudo-Supreme.

This meant that he was more powerful than an ordinary Saint.

Although he was facing the two strongest Saints of Twilight Rain, his enemies could only hold him back if they worked together.

Just as Magnar thought that things couldn't get any worse than their current situation, Cai's group emerged from one of the passageways that led to the Inner City.

"Are you ready, weaklings of Twilight Rain?!" Cai shouted with arrogance. "I, Cai, have come to stomp you all with my hoof! Remember my name when all of you visit the afterlife!"

"Filthy Low Landers! I, Cethus, have come as well!" Cethus declared. "I will give you all a chance to kneel and beg for mercy. Those who do so will gain the right to become my slaves. Death or slavery, choose wisely!"

The two arrogant troublemakers stood like second-generation Rich Young Masters, who were only able to do anything with impunity due to the two Saints guarding their backs.

If it wasn't for Cleo and Maeve, the two would have already left the Headquarters of Twilight Rain with their tails tucked between their legs.

The appearance of two more Saints broke the balance of the battle, forcing the four Saints of Twilight Rain to distance themselves from their opponents in order to regroup.

'This is bad,' Magnar thought. 'So those two Saints were the reason our forces have been pushed back this far.'

The Guildmaster of Twilight Rain assumed that Cleo and Maeve were the main reason why they lost the initiative of the battle.

However, he instantly knew that his assumptions were wrong when he felt three other strong presences arrive in the Inner City.

Avernus, the Black Ogre, and the Golden-Eyed Naga appeared like the Big Shots that they were, and stared at the countless members of Twilight Rain, who no longer had a place to run.

Nevreal, who had also returned to the Inner City, couldn't help but look in surprise upon seeing Cleo and Maeve in the distance.

'Just how many Saints does this brat have as his subordinates?' Nevrael thought. 

Deep inside, he was truly shaken by the number of powerful individuals who were willing to obey Lux. 

His body subconsciously shuddered at the thought of Lux becoming their enemy.

If the Half-Elf decided to stab the Kingdom of Gweliven in the back, he would easily be able to do it due to how powerful his lineup was.

Three Peak Calamity Ranked Monsters and three Saints.

Lux's Undead Army was not yet included in this number, and Nevreal had a feeling that the red-headed teenager was still hiding his full strength. 

Hypothetically, even if all the Rankers and High-Rankers of their Kingdom fought alongside their Saints, the outcome of the battle was already decided before it even began.

'I need to report this to His Majesty,' Nevreal pledged in his heart. 'Lux must never become our enemy no matter what. Fortunately, Princess Anastasia has a good relationship with him. Maybe we can make him one of our Kingdom's Protectors in exchange for her hand in marriage.'

The King's Right-Hand Man was busy thinking of possible scenarios that would help them forge stronger ties with the Half-Elf, who had become an Overlord in his eyes.

Magnar and his Vice Guildmaster exchanged a glance. Since it had already come to this, there was only one thing that they could do, and that was to escape.

As long as they lived, they were confident that they would be able to rebuild their organization from scratch. 

It might take three to four decades to regain their organization's peak strength, but as long as they were alive, they would still be able to realize their goal.

This time, they would no longer focus on the Kingdom of Gweliven and would extend their reach to their neighbors.

Even if he had to shake hands with those who were eyeing the Dwarven Kingdom with greed, he would do it as long as he became its king!

Magnar and his Vice Guildmaster both took a tablet out of their storage rings.

This was an artifact that would allow them to teleport to a location that they had prepared beforehand.

A safe place where no one would be able to find them.

"Today, you win," Magnar shouted in anger. "But in the future, it will be my turn to win! Tell your damnable King to wash his neck because I will definitely take the throne away from him!"

Without another word, Magnar decisively broke the tablet to allow himself to escape.

The tablet crumbled into pieces, but Magnar remained where he was, making him frown.

His Vice Guildmaster had the same expression on his face, which made the two of them feel that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Planning to escape?"

A teasing tone reached everyone's ears.

The members of Twilight Rain and their Four Saints glanced in the direction where the voice had come from.

There, they saw a Half-Elf with a devilish smile, looking down on all of them with an amused expression on his face.

"You really thought that you could escape huh?" Lux sneered. "Sorry, but you're not going anywhere, Mister."

As soon as Lux finished talking, a beautiful Fox Lady appeared behind him and gave him a hug.

"I have locked the space within this area," Hana said softly. "No one will be able to leave without my permission."

Lux nodded. "You heard her. None of you are going anywhere. Twilight Rain's ambition ends here."

"Junior, you dare!" Magnar roared in anger as he charged towards Lux with a crazed look on his face. 

He had painstakingly built up his organization from scratch. They only needed one more year at most to set their plan in motion, and the Crown of the Dwarf Kingdom would fall into his hands. 

However, this dream of his shattered in the face of the sudden variables that had appeared before him.

"They never learn," Hana sighed before snapping her fingers. 

A moment later, the space around Magnar distorted, making him scream in pain.

It was as if his body was being stabbed by invisible blades, bringing him excruciating pain.

But Lux wasn't satisfied with this.

He raised his hand and pointed in Magnar's direction before using a skill that would further make the Guildmaster of Twilight Rain suffer.

"Finger of Death!"

A red lightning bolt erupted from the tip of Lux's hand and collided with Magnar's chest, making the latter scream as if his very soul was being burned in the flames of hell.