Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 760

Chapter 760: On the Other Side
“You did enough, Del,” he murmured, lifting one hand to rest it weakly atop her head, stroking her lush hair with love. “You were always enough.”

The Covenant had known exactly what they were doing. They weren’t about brute force but about the usage of dark arts to achieve supremacy. This was deliberate sabotage of healing, the opposite spectrum of their magic. Light and darkness, holy and unholy. The two were natural enemies.

Kitsara knelt across from Delilah, her hands carefully gripping Darius’s massive, bloodied arm. Unlike the princess, there were no tears in her eyes, only a strained, composed focus. She spoke supportive words one after the other, recounting memories of her childhood, trying to keep him grounded, keep him from slipping away. Darius’s labored breathing slowed slightly, soothed not by magic but by her presence.

I wanted to stay. I wanted to do something. But there was nothing I could give them right now.

Kitsara hadn’t looked at me once since she noticed her brother’s state, and that told me everything I needed to know.

She loved me dearly, but wanted some alone time with her brother. I was more than happy to provide her with privacy, understanding that the royal family of the dogkin people were her family just as much we were.

And the war wasn’t over.

Turning from the wounded prince who was quickly becoming my friend like Ignis, I caught sight of the reformed army. The three forces—dogkin, wolfkin, and Consortium—had gathered themselves, regrouped, and organized by their respective leaders.

A smaller squad had been left behind to tend to the injured and scour through the battlefield for valuables, while the rest of us moved forward, marching in unison toward the opposite side of Lionheart.

Our destination was clear.

The northern gate, where the battle still raged based on the loud sounds.

The moment we reached the point where a vision of the battle became clear as the landscape opened up before us, we all came to a hard stop.

What lay beyond made the bloodied path we’d walked thus far feel tame in comparison.

Corpses. Everywhere.

Beastkin bodies littered the ground in a tragic painting of pure carnage. Tigerkin warriors with their spines split open by blades, bearkin ripped apart by precision strikes that bypassed their monstrous Strength and Vitality, and even foxkin corpses piled among them, though far fewer than the others.

The smell of charred fur and scorched flesh mingled with the iron stink of blood. Limbs torn from sockets. Eyes frozen in screams. This wasn’t just a battle. It was extermination.

And it hadn’t slowed down despite the lionkin forces no longer working with Elvardia, having long since left the battlefield thanks to me burning their homes down with their loved ones still inside them.

Then I saw it.

The reason.

It wasn’t a three-versus-one as it should’ve been.

It was a two-versus-two.

Foxkin fought against the tigerkin and bearkin. Fighting with the precision and coordination only possible from long-standing cooperation. They fought with the enemy. They fought with Elvardia.

Elves clad in iridescent armor rained down arrows from afar, while dwarf lines advanced like a wall of steel, enchanted hammers crashing into beastkin skulls. And beside them danced the foxkin, being the nasty little fuckers they always were.

There were no tricks, no illusions to dispel. This was real.

Silver. The old fox. The leader of his people. The one who had smiled and shaken the hands of other leaders when the declaration of war was issued.

He had betrayed them all. Betrayed his own nation, his fellow beastkin.

Based on their seamless coordination, it wasn’t because he’d gone mad from my humiliating him by defeating his two sons. No, this wasn’t the result of a last-minute betrayal. They must’ve been working together for quite some time.

The growling started from behind me. Then, it traveled all across the whole group.

Not just from the wolfkin, whose snarls were expected, but from the dogkin, and even some of the Consortium members. While most of these criminals were quite scummy people, loyalty to their organization was one thing that was instilled into them. Betraying the syndicate was the worst possible crime a member could commit, and it rarely happened.

These furious sounds weren’t just anger. It was hatred. Betrayal hit hard, and it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots.

Silver’s foxkin hadn’t just flipped the table. They’d flipped it long ago. We were only now seeing the final move of a game they’d been playing behind our backs.

Orders came swiftly. Barked, growled, snapped with venom.

“Reinforce the front!”

“Push forward and aid Rajah’s tigerkin!”

“Find their commanders and get them out alive if you can!”

The three armies surged ahead as one, moving with unified wrath, until a single sound froze us all mid-step.

*Bwooooom!*

A deep, rich horn echoed across the battlefield, carried not by beastkin voices but from the enemy’s line.

The elves.

It was a retreat signal.

“Fucking cowards!”

“No wonder the Elvardia army managed to sneak up on us! The foxes must’ve aided their stealthy march!

Many such snarls sounded one after the other.

In the distance, the enemy ranks began to disengage with practiced precision. The dwarves withdrew in their shield formations, covering the archers who vanished into smoke clouds.

“Don’t chase!” Maelstrom shouted. “Chasing elves and foxes into their rain of arrows and traps is a great way to die with an arrow lodged in your eye and a spike in your guts!”

He was right. Although I hadn’t fought elves before, it wasn’t hard to imagine that chasing retreating elves and foxkin was a nightmare. They’d bait us into killing fields, lead us into ambushes, pepper us with arrows and traps until we were too paranoid to even blink.

Vargis spoke up next. “They came to weaken us. Perhaps to place Silver as some puppet king should the lions fall, or just have the two wonderful beastkin species work together to keep the rest of us fighting internally as we’d been doing for years, weakening our nation with infighting as a result.”

He spat on the blood-soaked ground before adding,

“But their pincer failed. Their attack from behind didn’t break us because Devil and the Red-Eyed Demon turned the horrible situation into a massacre inside the city walls, letting us focus on the two unexpected armies instead of being attacked from two sides. So now they’re cutting losses and running before it costs them more. They’re happy with the losses they inflicted on us while suffering minimal damage to their ranks.”

Skarn, the towering wolfkin with silver streaks in his mane, spoke up next.

“And the foxkin lands?”

Vargis turned to him, addressing the wolf with a grave tone.

“Naturally, we’ll denounce Silver and declare war. But don’t expect a simple campaign, for their territory borders Elvardia. With their formal betrayal, we should treat their lands as if they’ve rebelled from the Confederation and sworn fealty to another nation.”

I let out a cold chuckle.

“So they’ve given up their identity as beastkin. They’ve chosen to be elves in fox skin.”

Vargis’s growl rumbled in agreement.

“They’ll pay, Devil. They’ll pay…”

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