Not long after the World Maker members and their allies started disappearing from the battlefield. The native soldiers heard the notification that the throne in the palace was under attack. Soon after that, they heard a notification that the Themisphere country had successfully destroyed their throne. This country was now under the subjugation of Themisphere.
The management of Liguritudum and a majority of its settlements had fallen under Themisphere's control, but its soldiers were not. This was because the previous sovereign was still alive.
This situation put the Liguritudum soldiers into great confusion, though. Master was nowhere to be found, so they didn't have anyone to turn to. Even the officers in high positions were unsure of what to do. Should they surrender? Should they keep on fighting?
Because of this, the resistance the Allied forces faced from the remnants of the Liguritudum soldiers was greatly lessened. Some started to break away from the fight and flee. Some threw down their weapons and surrendered. The Allied forces could better concentrate on fighting the remaining enemies.
These remaining enemies were the players, the zombie army, the beholder's brood, and Azzarilth's brood. This group didn't have the same confusion as the native soldiers. They continued fighting ferociously.
The zombie troops were almost routed at this stage. Their number wasn't as noteworthy compared to during the war in Hydrurond. The same could be said about the players who supported Liguritudum. When they finally noticed World Maker was gone, they started retreating from the battlefield.
The eldritch beholder was summoned by Master using the contract stone. It had nothing to do with Liguritudum.
Azzarilth might be Liguritudum's country guardian but that position didn't have much influence on her. The world system was unable to instill a sense of belonging to her even after she became Liguritudum's country guardian. This was probably due to her chaotic mind. Her purpose right now was to hurt Broidrireg, so it didn't matter who was in charge of Liguritudum.
The number the Allied forces had to fight against had shrunk. Nevertheless, it was still not a walk in the park, especially against Azzarilth's brood. Each of the obsidian dragons was a force to be reckoned with. The players who fought the dragons felt like they were fighting a high-level boss from a dungeon.
Jack didn't stay idle after destroying the throne. He flew out to aid his troops. His clones had already run out of duration by then, so he flew high into the sky to see the overall situation.
After studying the scene, he thought the situation was still manageable. They should win as long as nothing untoward happened. The eldritch beholder was on her last legs. When she fell, her brood would scatter.
The problem was the obsidian dragons. It would take some time to eradicate them. He looked up to where the three dragons were tussling. If Azzarilth could be defeated, it would no doubt expedite their victory. Same with the beholder's brood, those obsidian dragons should scatter and become common monsters in the wilderness if Azzarilth fell.
But if the coin tossed in the other direction, which was if Azzarilth won, then they would be in deep shit. He doubted anyone in his allied forces could face a being who defeated two lords of the dragons simultaneously. From this assessment, the battle of those three true dragons would be the deciding factor of this war.
With that thought, he flew in those dragons' direction.
"Are you insane?" Peniel scolded. "Not only have you lost your divine skill, but many of your big skills are still on cooldown."
"I will just act as a diversion to give those two the chance to win," Jack said.
Peniel shook her head. She knew she wouldn't be able to change Jack's mind once he had decided on a course of action, no matter how foolish she thought that action might be.
Seeing Peniel's worried face, Jack said, "Don't worry. I can still use my beast form. Plus, I still have one divine skill, the Strength of Hope. I haven't used those skills yet since using Reset."
"I doubt those skills can protect you," Peniel argued.
"If I just play evasion, I should be able to manage."
"The Strength of Hope only last half an hour. The beast form is even shorter. What will you do once they end?" Peniel asked.
"We will cross that bridge when we come to it," Jack replied.
Peniel shook her head again.
*
"Dieee…!!" Eoranth lunged while swiping his claw, which left a mark in the air as if the air was cut.
Yet, his claw hit only an afterimage. Azzarilth shifted to his side using Shadow Flash. Her tail swung and hit the back of Eoranth's head before he could turn. The powerful tail slap sent him tumbling.
Broidrireg was also busy. Azzarilth could use Spectral Projection again. This spectral projection was chasing him. Broidrireg's lengthy body swerved around as he nimbly dodged the spectral projection's claws. He could cast spells again. He had been casting fast spells and sent them to Azzarilth's real body, but Azzarilth mostly ignored those spells. The spells caused her damage but it was not meaningful.
When Azzarilth's brood arrived, Broidrireg and Eoranth thought she would call her brood to come over and help her. Instead, her brood attacked the armies inside the capital. It was probably because she wanted to hurt Broidrireg not just by defeating him, but also by destroying the things he cared about. She knew that Broidrireg was Themisphere's country guardian. If that country lost the war, Broidrireg would suffer.
Eoranth was angered by Azzarilth's act. This was like saying she didn't need her brood's help to defeat the two of them. She was underestimating them. She had the justification for that, though. Because even after fighting together for so long, the two still couldn't beat her.
While evading the spectral projection's attacks, Broidrireg looked for an opportunity to cast a stronger spell. He found the opportunity when he feigned a mistake and tricked the spectral projection into making a large swing. After skillfully dodging that swing, he coiled his long body around the spectral projection, binding it and preventing it from moving. The spectral projection didn't have the Aura of Madness like the real body, so he didn't need to worry about staying close to it.
Broidrireg cast a couple of spells while the spectral projection was incapacitated. One spell was completed first. It conjured a giant wind lance that sped towards Azzarilth.
Despite fighting Eoranth, Azzarilth saw Broidrireg's spell. She cast Chaos Displace. The wind lance disappeared before hitting her. It came out again at a different place and was aimed at Broidrireg.
Broidrireg was in a dilemma. Should he tank that wind lance? There was a twenty percent chance he lost the spell he was still casting because of Azzarilth's chaotic disruption.
When he was still undecided, something fast came between him and the wind lance. This something was Jack in supreme dragon form. Jack used Brave Slash and clashed with the wind lance. The impact sent Jack flying tens of meters away but the wind lance was destroyed.
"Jack…!" Broidrireg called.
"Yo, mighty one! Need a hand?" Jack replied.
Azzarilth, who saw, uttered with disdain, "Another weak being dares to interfere?"
