25 Control

"I underestimated you," Robert uttered as he gazed upon the grotesque appearance of the dismembered corpses that are littered in front of him. His face was disgruntled as his grip on his sword became tighter. His eyes turned bloodshot as he silently passed through the lifeless corridor.

He felt frustrated, not for the fact that Cray had escaped and that they were being besieged by a horde of monsters. He felt frustrated because the team that had just died took him a lot of time to cultivate. He knew that to increase his own power, he needed to make his own subordinates stronger.

Right now, most of those specially cultivated subordinates have either died off from the monster invasion or had just died from the hands of Cray. He knew that if this were to continue then the after-effects would be just horrendous. For five years, he had made these soldiers extremely loyal to him while making sure that they got stronger as time goes by. All of his efforts had just been popped like a bubble.

"You're gonna pay for this, mark my words." He softly said before he began to search for Cray himself.

In the command room, however, most of them were panicking. "A lord Class....."

They had been silenced by the fact that their enemy had turned from a serpent into a flying dragon. There was no way they could fight out the enemy like this. Only the commander would have the ability to actually hurt that kind of monster.

As for their commander, they all shook their heads. "Everyone, it's been an honor to be fighting with you." A soldier who had given up on surviving this calamity had now a resolute-looking face.

That was the face that was prepared to throw everything in, even his own life. One by one, the soldiers who had given up hope had stood up with a strange fire in their eyes. Their backs that looked as if they were carrying a huge burden but now had just been lifted off, these men were prepared to give up their survival.

"What are you saying? If the youngest says that then it would only make it bad if we wouldn't join you." A man who gave a quite refreshing smile nodded his head.

"Brother! we're all in this together! If we die, we die trying!" Just like that, their morale which was falling had begun to skyrocket. They were being pushed by this mood that if they put their heads together then everything will be alright.

But they were just being naive. None of them had the capacity to actually hurt the lord class. This was all just wishful thinking born from the absolute despair that even they had to make up some kind of hope in order to stay sane.

The situation outside had just turned for the worse, the enemies attacked with a much more vigor than ever before. The monsters would now continue fighting under the command of the Lord Class monster. Each and every one of them had bloodthirsty eyes as if they have lost all their reasoning.

"It really is tough fighting a Berserk monster, especially the one who is under the command of a Lord Class." A man said so while holding his huge cannon keeps on adding the stacks of dead monster bodies. He was one of the most skillful men that Robert has under him.

"Now I guess this is my fifty-sixth kill?" He then looked at a lady who was wielding a large scythe with a smirk.

"Humph! This is already my sixtieth you idiot!" The girl pouted as she felt the pressure from the new incoming wave of monsters.

"Oh... Well, I guess this is as far as we could go. Even my cannons couldn't even pierce through that thick skin." He then pointed towards the domineering appearance of the lion that was meters away from them.

"We should retreat and regroup for now." A man who had finished off another monster said as his gaze fell upon the battlefield. "Everyone! We're going to retreat into our second line of defense!" He shouted as he instructed.

Cray, on the other hand, was currently present in the shadows. "I'm still not used to chanting to manifest my own powers. Well, I guess I shouldn't complain because if Cray didn't have a good affinity with my hell flames then I would need to expend more to use less." He muttered as a jet-black armor enveloped his body. "On the other hand, Cray's affinity with Zwei is really bad. I guess I wouldn't be able to use his healing flames. Why is the second the only one which had the healing characteristic with his flames? I really miss the old days when pops would just use Second's flames to heal me."

He somewhat felt excited as to what kind of flames his own son would manifest. At the same time, he was inwardly panicking. As far as he knew, Cray had sustained fatal injuries and he had no other way to treat them. He tried searching for the infirmary but to no avail, he wasn't able to enter it. The reason being it was near the command room, and in there was the most powerful man, Robert.

He had tried to assassinate him before but with his limited powers, he had failed. He was in a slight predicament. The only reason that Cray's supposedly dead body was able to move was because he had used his power to temporarily fix all Cray's inner injuries. He cursed those torturing devices that were placed on Cray.

If only they didn't use it then I would've been able to at least make Cray escape this place. This was in his mind as he tried to think of a different way. The device that was placed on Cray had not only tightened as time goes by, it also injected a parasite inside him. It will serve as a tracking device and a biological weapon as it eats away bits and pieces of their host. Although he had already killed the parasite that had inhibited Cray's body, it had already eaten up some of Cray's muscles rendering him immobile.

This was a huge headache for him as he thought of his next step. He knew that his time was only limited. He wanted to treat Cray as soon as possible but he had no means.

He had none until Robert had decided to move out of the command room. Seeing that he had erased his presence he then silently made his way towards the command room once again in an attempt to get to the infirmary.