Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 506

Chapter 506: The Landing – I
Two days after the planning began, the reinforcements from the Phoenix Glade and the Capital appeared. Asura counted over 5000 soldiers, which replenished many of the lost members and knights that fell.

‘Father… you overworked yourself.’

He then looked at the strongest Valkyrie knights in the kingdom, those who should be defending the royal family, 1000 of them… the First five units of Valkyrie war maidens.

‘Vela, thank you…’

“Phew…”

Asura held the documents, tapping them against the black wooden desk to organise them—he felt a sense of peace. He wanted to become a leader worthy of the fallen knights. Thus, since the moment he returned, his focus became documents and managing the kingdom.

‘Xavida and the others seem upset about me sending them away.’

“It can’t be helped… Haa…” With a low sigh, Asura checked once again, looking at the requests for food, fuel and various items for Wolfsheim.

Knock—!

A sudden knock interrupted his focus, causing him to drop the documents messily on the table.

“Come in!”

‘Damn… they are out of order again.’

‘Did I develop a sense of OCD1?’

“Your Highness, it’s Danos. I have come with some information on tomorrow’s operation.”

Since he took on the role of Asura’s Knight captain, Danos became busier than ever before—his eyes looked a little tired with black rings and his pale complexion.

Even his fiery red hair seemed dull—instead of his hot temper from the past, like his father’s, he seemed more relaxed and calm.

‘Though during battle, this guy loves to shout and scream while burning things.’

‘More documents, huh…’

Asura narrowed his eyes, feeling a little exhausted dealing with documents despite getting a good night’s sleep after spending time with his beloved woman and studying the sword with Sigurd.

The documents and various parchments he needed to sign, complete and prepare felt neverending.

“Let’s see…”

Danos approached the desk with a calm face, then from his storage ring, a huge stack of documents close to a hundred pages slammed down on the desk.

“Are you serious… Danos?”

“Your Highness, you promised to ensure safety… there are 5000 new troops, and you plan to send 2000 to the west.”

‘I know… and the fact the undead seemed to have pulled back for a moment also helped this.’

“I’m tired of this…”

“Haha, Your Highness does prefer swinging his sword. However, this is the last day. So try a little harder.”

“Danos…”

“Yes, Prince?”

“Is this your payback for the extra training?”

“Hahaha!” Danos showed a vibrant smile for the first time—his hair even flickered with embers of fire as he backed away to avoid Asura’s arm swiping at him. “I’ll go back and prepare for the assault!”

“Danos!”

Clack—!

The door slammed, ignoring Asura’s calls, before he collapsed on his desk and pushed the document pile over in his irritation.

‘Damn… so much work.’

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In the middle of Wolfsheim, thousands of soldiers stood still with their weapons sheathed. Above them stood a red-haired man with fiery orange armour. “Today… we shall head toward our destiny, to push the darkness back from these lands! And reclaim that which belongs to our kingdom, our Silvara!”

Danos stood on a broken stone, his gaze filled with passion. They held a huge banquet the night, only restricting alcohol intake. It was the first time that Asura allowed them to ignore rationing and opened the city storage, and even the commoners ate a full meal.

“We have already received word that those undead monsters are attacking the western coast!”

“Ragoo dotho Gura-ak! (May the dead rot forever!)!” A group of orcs raised their heavy hammers. These were members of the Grom clan because Gaius remained in the eastern forest because of his wife’s pregnancy and the chance of an assault from the east.

“Yes! Let them rot in the abyss once more!”

The crowd was a mixture of various races, creeds and pedigrees.

Asura didn’t care if one of his men was a noble, an orc or even a commoner. He only asked for dedication, loyalty and strength! Danos continued his speech with five hundred ships, both destroyers and small assault boats. They would attack the undead with their main force, while a smaller force led by Asmodeus. Lorem and Helliana would join him in attacking the northern coastal fortress. Ulvar!

“By killing those who call us weak! By showing them how strong we are! With swords in hand and magic coursing through our veins! Today, I swear to each and every one of you! We shall not lose!”

The people grew to support Danos and the Phoenix Knight Order, and Asura requested this name when he returned and began his fight. An order of knights directly answered him.

He requested that the elves and orcs from Celine’s kingdom aid him in the assault on Ulvar.

‘Danos really grew up in the past few months, and he’s no longer the kid being bullied and beaten by Sigurd.’

A sigh escaped from Asura’s lips as he watched the massive gathering—he saw Danos give the crowd riling speeches. At the same time, the others were giving their final farewells to their loved ones, children and family members. The only group he didn’t see was the Valkyrie Maidens, which made him curious.

‘No, they are already standing by on the battleships… They fight for the queen, and to protect the nation.’

‘Ignis and Amalia are in the west already. I pray they are safe.’

With tensions and passion running high, the crowd roared with passion; the Silvarian navy waited for the undead to delve deeply into the Drakkur coast to launch their counterattack.

“All units, move to your positions, check your weapons, maintain the cannons! For We Embark in one hour!”

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Tyrone Lowlan floated above a desolate rocky coast, a large undead Kraken close to three kilometres long beside him. Its arms flailed at the coastline as black oily smoke burst forth from its wounds after colliding with the wall.

Count Tyrone Lowlan was once a noble from the Demon Empire.

However, he became an undead mage about to become a lich, a man who could control the undead Kraken a grade lower than a zombie dragon. But in naval battles, it could cause chaotic damage.

“Ambridge, is there word from the front?” A low, twisted voice, Tyrone’s wounded throat, caused an eerie groaned tone. His ragged black robe hid most of his features, other than his skeleton frame—no skin covered his entire body.

“Yes, master. The forces will soon attack their coast!”

“Well, then. That’s all that matters, hahahaha!”

Since the dark blight overwhelmed the lands and most of the nobility and army became monsters, doubts and fear almost vanished completely, and victory seemed close. Still, Tyrone knew they couldn’t underestimate the Kingdom of Silvara… at least when he was still a living body.

Now, he remembered those feelings, but his arrogance and hatred for the living wiped all thoughts of defeat.

“Those filthy living will suffer a greater defeat!”

He sent a report back to Lord Victor Von Drack, ensuring that he would capture the seas with his overwhelming force. At this moment, would he have requested reinforcements or an additional scouting report?

Maybe their future would have changed.

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“My King!”

Lord Belial ran up behind Asura as they walked towards the main fleet. The huge knight would be in charge of Wolfsheim’s defence. His job would also involve supporting Verena and Verana should she request reinforcements.

“What’s the matter Belial?” Asura looked quite heroic in his white and blue outfit, the snow-white cape waving against the ocean wind as his silver hair brushed gently. “If it’s about my plans after returning, we can discuss them when we meet again.” His appearance was quite handsome and mature.

“I wish you luck!”

‘This big guy seems worried.’

“Don’t feel nervous, I believe in you. Belial.”

“Huh?”

Belial froze as the King smiled and nodded his head at the young knight before leaving with two guards. The trio boarded the largest destroyer, which would head straight into the fortress city of Ulvar.

“Goddesses speed, My King… I won’t let the city fall.”

The large-bodied knight watched as the fleet began to move—the magical vibrations from their enhanced engines and mana cannons caused the air to tremble.

“It’s amazing…”

He watched the prince who stood at the front of the ship, calling out to those who would enter battle with him… it was the start of the fateful attack.

With the brunt of their forces heading to the west to deal with over 100,000 undead… the small force that Asura led needed to kill at least 50,000 to win.

“I wish I could have gone with him… Our King always leads the charge…” A frustrated voice left Belial’s mouth before two orcs slapped his shoulder and grinned at him.

These were orcs who had known Asura since meeting him in Romantica.

“The King will be fine, he is strong!”

“Our Leader believes in the King. We must protect this land together, brother.”

Sloppy, badly worded common tongue, yet for orcs who began learning this language less than four months ago. Belial felt a sense of pride, and with orcs who shared a similar body size, he couldn’t help but find himself comforted.

“I agree.”