Wendell watched as Arthur dealt the final blow and cleanly cut off Jalrog's head from its body.
The Centipede King, who was one of the Kings that had terrorized his army several years ago, had finally been slain.
The moment the giant centipede's body crashed to the ground, the Monarchs and the Thrones finally broke out of their trance.
Their gazes then landed on the Death Lord, who was currently being surrounded by them.
'If it's now, we can kill him,' Wendell thought. 'An opportunity like this won't come again.'
It was not only the Monarch of the Dvalinn Federation who thought this way.
Everyone, including the Allied Army who was watching the battle from a distance, felt the same way.
But just as they were about to act on their impulse, a firm and unwavering voice reached their ears.
"Everyone, stop and stand your ground!"
Thirteen's shout spread across the entire battlefield as he broadcasted his order through the channel connected to everyone on the battlefield.
"I repeatâstand your ground!" Thirteen declared. "Nobody moves if you don't want to die!"
The teenage boy, the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, shouted with all of his might, making even the Monarchs hesitate to attack the lone Death Lord whom they had surrounded.
"Do not forget our goal," Thirteen's voice once again rang through everyone's communicators. "It is to ensure that the Northern Regions will remain safe from any threats. This is the first step to make that happen, so don't f*ck it up!"
Erasmus, who had heard Thirteen's orders through the communicators of the people around him, glanced at the teenage boy standing on top of his Humvee.
He stared at him for a few seconds before raising his hand.
The Reaper's Death Scythe that was on Lawrence's hand turned into a red mist and reappeared in the hand of its rightful owner.
After regaining his weapon, Erasmus casually walked to the fallen Centipede King and raised his hand.
"Arise," Erasmus ordered.
Immediately, tendrils of blood and flesh reached out toward Jalrog's severed head and reconnected it with its body.
The Undead Centipede King screeched loudly before bowing to its Master, who then jumped on top of its head.
Without another word, the Centipede King turned around to charge at the Jinn Army, who had now started to massacre each other.
His right-hand man summoned his Roc and allowed his Master to ride its back with him.
"Should I accompany you?" Arthur asked through the communicator.
"No," Thirteen replied. "Negotiating with the Earth Dragons will be a dangerous task. We can't risk angering them at this point in time."
Arthur wanted to argue, but in the end, he gave up.
"Just be careful," Arthur stated. "If they don't want to negotiate, go back as soon as you can."
"Understood," Thirteen answered.
When Cristopher's Roc arrived where the Undead Army was, Erasmus waved his hand and ordered his Undead Legion to retreat.
The Monarchs and the Thrones only watched with solemn gazes as they watched them leave.
There were many questions they were itching to ask the boy, but he said that he would give them the answers they wanted once he returned.
"Arthur, you sure are lucky to have Zion as your grandson," Trevor said with a smile. "Now, how about we matchmake him with my granddaughter, Leah? Since her parents and his parents were all best friends, they would be a perfect match. Don't you think so?"
Arthur only snorted before walking back to the Leventis Army.
Trevor watched him go with a faint smile on his face before shifting his gaze to Wendell.
"Congratulations," Trevor said. "Looks like the sacrifices that you and your people had made for the past few years finally bore fruit."
Wendell, who didn't realize that he was clenching his fists so hard, glanced at his friend and nodded in agreement.
"It's not yet over," Wendell replied. "There are still the three Earth Dragons. If Zion is unable to convince them for a peace treaty, we will have no choice but to fight them again."
"Don't even joke about that part," Lawrence chuckled. "I don't mind fighting Rank 8 Sovereigns, but Rank 9's are off limits. Those Earth Dragons are so tough, and I don't want to be anywhere near them."
"True," Trevor commented. "I think only Erasmus' Reaper Death Scythe can cut through their defenses. I just hope that he is really on our side."
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
They still didn't know if the Death Lord was an enemy or not.
The only thing they knew was that Zion who seemed to have formed a connection with Erasmus and reached an agreement with him.
As to what that agreement was, they just hoped that the teenage boy didn't sell them out because none of them wanted to have their Supreme Commander as their enemy.