Chapter Ninety-Nine
As Crow sat in his sky fortress, reviewing his growing legion of divine and elite units, a memory surged to the surface.
"The Fallen Blood Kingdom..."
It was an ancient kingdom surrounded by undead and demon hordes, teetering on the edge of collapse. Only one thing kept it standing: a crimson-bladed warrior commander whose loyalty never broke — Igris, the Blood Red Commander, a divine rank unit.
The mission was clear:
Help the dying kingdom survive for 12 in-game hours and then destroy a nearby 3rd-rank demon-controlled territory.
In exchange, the reward was Igris's oath of service and 5,000 S-rank male knights, all former elites of the kingdom, now seeking purpose.
Crow immediately opened a teleport array.
He sent in his elite team:
Elves: Aeris, Vaeril, Sylwen Half-Spiders: Thalara, Elizabeth Humans: Selene, Celeste, Fiona Demon: Lilith Fire Spirit: Ignara Necromancer: Briony Primordial God: Liana (hidden for now) Undead Army: 50,000 strong
The moment Crow arrived, the kingdom was under siege.
He wasted no time.
Seloria deployed teleportation arrays.
Velena and Astraea unleashed divine bombardments from the skies.
Lilith turned the battlefield into chaos, twisting enemy monsters into fuel for Briony's new undead legion.
In minutes, the tide turned.
In six hours, the siege was broken.
In twelve, the territory of the third-rank demon domain was crushed beneath Crow's summoned titans and divine might.
Igris stood atop the ruins, battered but proud.
He knelt before Crow.
"You have saved my kingdom… and now, I pledge my sword to you."
The 5,000 elite knights did the same, their silver armor shining with renewed purpose.
Crow gave a small smile and raised his hand.
With a flick of his fingers, they were stored into the pocket dimension — ready for war, loyal only to him.