System's POV

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 repeat—stand 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.

Erasmus' Undead Army attacked all the other Jinns who were still alive.

The Giant Centipedes, the Goblin Riders, Orc Riders, and the remnants of the Bug Army, as well as the other Jinns that belonged to the other Kings who had already perished in the war.

The Undead Wyvern, Vannaaroth, led its flying legion to annihilate those who had tried to escape.

They didn't plan to let anyone leave the battlefield alive, for Erasmus could only trust them if they were dead. Soon enough, they would become part of his legion.

"A-Are you seeing this, everyone?!" the reporter from BBCee shouted. "The Jinns are fighting against each other! They are killing each other!"

The Monarchs and Thrones, as well as the rest of the Alliance, didn't know how to react as the army that they should be fighting was being massacred one-sidedly.

With two Undead Kings under his command, Erasmus only needed to watch and wait until everything was over.

From the very start, the Undead Army had already encircled the remainder of the Jinn Army and was only waiting for their Master to give their orders.

And now that the order to kill had been given, the ending was already set in stone.

Half an hour later, the battle finally ended, and Erasmus once again mounted his Death Knight.

"Zion Leventis, you have kept your word," Erasmus said through telepathy, which was heard by the entirety of the Alliance. "So I will keep mine. Come with me, and I'll take you where the Earth Dragons are. Whether you are able to convince them or not will depend on your luck."

Thirteen, who was standing on top of the Humvee, nodded.

"Renz, you will be the temporary leader of the Alliance while I am away," Thirteen ordered. "Take everyone back to the Command Post we have established and wait for my return. Until then, no one must leave the base without permission."

"Understood," Renz replied through the communicator. "Be safe, Commander."

Just like everyone else, Renz had no idea how the teenage boy had been able to make the Death Lord cooperate with them.

The only thing that mattered was that he succeeded, and the Alliance had finally triumphed over the Kings of the Rigel Continent, leaving only one of them left standing.

"Sound the horns of Victory!" Thirteen ordered. "Raise the colors!"

As soon as the order was given, the booming sounds of horns spread on the battlefield.

The flag bearers of each Army waved their flags, signaling that the battle was finally over.

Once everyone finally understood that the battle was truly over and that they had emerged victorious, a resounding cheer erupted among the soldier's ranks, spreading like wildfire.

Through all this, Thirteen smiled and ordered Cristopher to take him to where Erasmus was.

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.