Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Nara's mechas and the werewolf's mages were fighting an unbalanced fight. Their strengths weren't on par with their foes, yet their greater numbers played a major role to toppel this advantage and turn it into their favor.

Each traitor was now surrounded with hundreds of mechas and mages. It was not an exaggeration that this plan seemed a bit reckless. Yet it was effective.

In return for killing one enemy, the combined forces of Arthur had to pay a hefty price for that. But in the end the result was what mattered.

"They can do it," Amera finally felt relieved before she took out a bird's wing. She wrote something to Doaf before taking one out and wrote another to another one.

Then the next moment an answer came swiftly from Daof: "We are just behind them," that was all he wrote to her back.

And that was totally enough to make her smile.

"So we have hope after all," she took a deep breath before taking a short glance over her mages. "There might be traitors still in here," she didn't feel safe with these mages.

In fact they weren't part of her own forces. Her force wasn't on par with such a mission, so she had to resign to accept this elite force given to her by Aemie.

And now she felt deeply regretful about accepting them. She was watching weak mages and mechas killing those elite traitors in exchange for the lives of many of their comrades.

"I should have done that as well," she moved tens of meters back while fixing her eyes over Arthur. "I have to admit, you have a colder heart than me and a far more brilliant mind and determination than me."

She knew this didn't come from mere fluke of luck, but it was Arthur's machination all along. That made her feel impressed by him, and lean more towards the decision she was still hesitant about.

"Kill them all!"

Yet her line of thoughts was interrupted by this sudden loud shout that came from the lycans who just arrived here.

They were in thousands, running fast. They were fueled by their anger and hatred towards them, and from the shape of things she felt worry again.

"I hope we can stop them until he arrives," she could only pray that before taking a short glance around, "and hopefully no one tries to act funny here."

She firmly clenched her fist over her spear while feeling more secure and confident with it being on its side. She could stand against any enemy but time.

So she didn't hurry to leave her spot. In return she pointed her spear forward as she shouted: "We rested enough, go and shower them with your love."

The mage around shouted in unison before they all moved at once to the front. Only few were left behind, those who were only needed to maintain the array working.

In the meantime Arthur was deeply immersed in dealing with the energy influx.

The more his golden pearl absorbed energy, the thicker and bigger it became. In time Arthur started to feel uneasy about this.

'Ding! Your golden pearl needs to be upgraded,' the system finally said what he feared to hear, 'Ding! If you don't do it, then it won't be able to absorb any more.'

"But... if I did that the golden pearl won't be able to absorb anything for a few minutes..."

He didn't need to explain further as they all understood what it meant.

'I can handle a few minutes of more pressure,' Gege suddenly said.

"This isn't the time to act high," Arthur didn't accept her words at once, "you need to know you will have to deal with all this energy on your own until I finish upgrading my pearl."

'Don't worry,' yet Gege chuckled back, 'I have an idea about where to use this energy.'

"..."

Arthur took a deep breath, while wasting some time for her to rethink her decision. He knew once he started upgrading his golden pearl then he had nothing to do if things went wrong.

And Gege had to be absolutely sure about her decision here or else this would end up bad for all of them.

For the entire world here!

'Don't hesitate,' Gege firmly said, 'just trust me. If this worked out then I bet you'll be amazed by the result.'

Arthur had no room to argue anymore. "Alright, let's do it then," he took a deep breath before finally closing up his eyes and letting consciousness sleep deeply inside the golden pearl.

Meanwhile the fight around the array took a serious turn at these minutes.

Amera sent out her few hundred mages to face those thousands coming at them. She knew if she thought rationally about it then it would be an impossible feat to accomplish.

Yet the next shout that came from Nara who was standing midair while overseeing the total battlefield like a cold warlord changed all the odds.

"Go at the front," she shouted, "be the first layer of defense, and those allies from the cauldron clan can act as the killers from behind."

Her words surprised Amera for a moment yet she could only nod in appreciation to her. Doing so seemed the only possible and logical solution they had here.

But that also meant the losses in the ranks of the mechas and the werewolf's forces would be astonishingly high.

And Nara decided despite that to follow through with this plan, accepting any losses for the sake of victory here.

Doing so earned her deep respect from Amera. "That's how a general should behave," she said to herself before stealing a short glance at the rear Arthur, "you are really lucky even in those you attract around yourself."

"Boom!"

The first clashes came brutal at all fronts. Without any surprises many mechas were crushed. The mechas were in tens of thousands, lining up in many rows while advancing without hesitation or pause towards their enemies.

Like a solid rock wall stopping the raging wave of a flood, the lycans kept killing the mechas without any suspense.