140 076. Rescue -2 Part Two

White Olfolse smacked his lips a little.

Although the holy undead were surrounding him, they didn’t display any signs of hostility.

No, it was as if they were studying him back instead.

He spotted three figures walking out among the mummies.

One of them was a young Dark Elf, while another was a slender man who didn’t seem to be a combatant. The last one was a person kitted out in a set of white-coloured armour that covered him from his head to toe, with another person slung around on his back.

What a strange combination this was.

‘That creature is the one that took over the castle?’

White thought to himself and quickly stopped being so laid-back.

But then, those things had really occurred right before his eyes.

It wasn’t just some spooky bedtime story, and as it turned out, the individual at the centre of the tale actually existed.

Either the Theocratic Empire really did manage to summon an angel, or they had gone and created a Priest that rivalled one in power.

‘…Looks like father did something unnecessary again.’

That’s what White thought.

…Up until the other person took off his helm, that was.

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The identity revealed after taking the helm off was…

White was stunned by the fact that it was a boy who looked way too young for this, then he got stunned again for the second time after realising that this boy was someone he knew.

It was a familiar face. Although the boy had grown up a lot, those unique facial features remained the same.

The Seventh Imperial Prince furrowed his brows while staring at White. The latter, on the other hand, could only smile bitterly at his son.

This was the moment that a father and his son were reunited for the first time in eleven years.

**

The army led by King Rahamma rushed forward without a moment’s rest.

Even the combat force previously stationed at the capital city had joined up, and the city of slaves, Evelyum, was now surrounded from all sides.

They had all been running for several days by then. The soldiers pushed their tired bodies, and while panting away breathlessly, they went ahead to set up the military camp.

As it was late at night, they needed to take a break for the time being. Torches and braziers were swiftly installed here and there within the camp.

An army of thirty thousand had now surrounded the city of slaves. Their leader, King Rahamma, carrying a massive mace about two metres long on his back , stood tall and glared at the distant city.