Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

The mobilization of three million soldiers was no easy task.

Even with all the influence Elysia had, it wouldn't have been possible without the cooperation of the other members of the Draconian council.

Seven members - Elysia, Serenya, Varik, Delira, Ezzan, Bragan and Tyran. Each one currently in charge of one of the seven great clans of the Draconian empire made the feat possibile.

The available troops had been divided equally, each leader in charge of one division, on average numbering three hundred thousand soldiers.

Seven were far less than the twelve council members the Crimson Sun Empire had. Not to mention, thanks to the successful propaganda campaign they had been running all this time, they had close to double their forces.

Yet the Draconian soldiers weren't afraid, for there were legendary heroes in the enemy empire ready to attack the enemy heart at a moment's notice.

Zaroth - the ghost that had turned out to be a Beast Master of the Mythic tier, the general perception was to still fear the very concept. But his deeds traveled the land far. He had protected Drakmire Bastion from numerous attacks. Then entered the enemy's territory, took control of their slave city, and started to cause mass havoc and destruction, harming the enemy severely. This made it so that the Draconian empire's civilians trusted him and didn't fear him.

Zack - blood warrior that could cause rivers of blood to stop, form them into weapons, and manipulate the blood in his enemy's bodies.

Roran – a knight who soared on levitating swords, unleashing an unstoppable rain of death from above.

Lily - woman capable of using the spirit's power to a level never seen before.

Grace – a manipulator of threads, capable of wielding them at an unimaginable level of precision and power.

Midnight - few knew about her and naturally, no one knew her true origins, but the way she fought and looked made the people that heard about her give her the nickname 'Queen of Blood.'

With vengeance burning in their hearts after the attack on their capital, they marched forward with unwavering purpose. The Crimson Sun Empire would pay.

*****

In the Crimson Sun Empire, the situation was quite similar, their soldiers also had geared up for an battle.

The twelve council members had been assigned with their missions. Some were going to remain in the capital, while others were going to meet the attack of the Draconian forces.

Naturally, those who had fought Ghost before were the ones assigned to protect the capital, now joined by Solara.

After Ashira informed Solara that Ghost could summon a dragon—making him the first and only Mythic Beast Master—she spread the news to every empire on the continent. Yet, sadly, none were willing to take action.

Apart from the three empires that were in the middle of a war, there were still three more on the Eldorwyn continent, but they all refused to take part in it.

"At least we still have our trump card," Solara muttered, casting a brief glance at the volcano at the heart of their capital. Even a dragon wouldn't be able to overcome what lay within—that much was certain.

"Any news on the Gravebron Empire?" Silver asked Solara.

"They will come," Solara reassured. "It's just a matter of time."

A team of equal strength had been dispatched to face the three million soldiers of the Draconian Empire. The rest remained in the capital, guarding its walls.

"He is here," the army in the capital had been broken into several divisions, and one of them was commanded by Thorne. His hate for Ghost had never faltered, and seeing the black dot in the sky flying towards them, it was clear indicator that the man was really coming.

*****

"I think I am about to puke," Eldros complained, holding onto Luna's bones for dear life. This was the first time he was flying so it was safe to say that he had a motion sickness.

"Really? Honestly, I find it pleasant. Usually, when I fly on my own, the wind messes with my hair, but riding on Luna's back is quite comfortable," Midnight replied with a smile.

"Will you two take this more seriously?" Zaroth interjected. "The three of us are heading into the most dangerous place on the continent. A little focus wouldn't hurt."

Zaroth, Eldros, and Midnight would storm the capital, while Zack, Roran, Lily, and Grace would attack the other battlefield from the rear—ambushing the enemy forces.

"Oh wow, you are acting so mature, it is quite a shame after this I will have to take off to the demon continents, I wouldn't mind spending a few more nights with you." Midnight teased.

Zaroth didn't pay any attention to her teasing anymore, his eyes focused far ahead.

Just as the reports described, the capital was immense, a massive volcano looming at its center.

'There's something in the volcano,' Luna warned in his mind. 'I can't say what, though.'

"It doesn't matter," Zaroth muttered, his hand clenching into a fist. Just by looking, he could estimate that at least a million soldiers stood armed and ready to defend the capital.

"There is nothing in the whole world they could throw at me to stop me," he spat coldly.

He was about to massacre countless people. And he wasn't going to feel even a shred of guilt over it.

*****

Using an magnifying glass, Rynor was observing the view from afar.

"It's a pretty good plan, isn't that right, brother?" Ragnar spoke out.

Rynor spared a brief glance at the Mad Prince before focusing on the entity behind him.

The Dullahan was here as well, ready for battle.

'If it is here it means father is really serious about going through with it,' Rynor thought.

"It's a good plan," he admitted evenly. "But that doesn't stop my worry, there are just too many variables that could shift the outcome."

With a menacing chuckle, Ragnar put his hand over his brother's head.

"That's the difference between you and me. When your plan fails, you retreat and build another. Me? I just apply more force—and the problem resolves itself."

Letting out a curse, Rynor shook off his brother's hand, sparing another glance at the Dullahan standing unfaced.

'More force isn't always the answer,' Rynor thought, shaking his head.