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Amir was the fastest to recover among the team. He had quickly devoured several of the wolves that the alphas ordered to go to him. But with his rate of energy, he needed more.

But there were hundreds of werewolves around them.

"Our ship..." The female Myrth could see the great devastation from the explosion of her attack. And apart from that were the damages that the massive structure faced.

"We lost our ship..." The male Myrth had now recovered as he took most of the damage from the eruption of their attack. And then he saw the destruction of his ship.

At that point, the Dragons Fangs and the werewolves began to rush for the Overcomers and gave them their supply to regenerate their bodies.

"Sister. Are you alright?" One of them asked.

"Rosemary, Roselyn. Focus on healing the radiation of the Realm King. He's going to die if you don't do your part. I'm alright. I've already recovered thanks to the ice pills you gave." Rosa smiled.

"You...! Your bodies are recovering! Without any techs!"

"This is the advantage of our body, unlike your Nefilus form. You use Throne and the Nefilus to complete a cultivator's body. But we all have been building it from the start. We are the technology." Meng laughed as he moved forward.

The two Myrths looked around them.

"You forced us out of this world. So now everyone knows our secret. And with the threat of Garenjazz, you crazy lot, and Lanter, our deaths is sure. We lost our base. Our army has been wiped out by the chaos that you prepared. But now... I feel! I feel!" The female Myrth began to laugh.

"I feel free! Such a satisfying feeling, isn't this sister? The burdens that bound us are gone!" The male laughed as well.

"It's funny. Right now, we don't have to worry about the future. We are going to die here! Right, sister?"

"Did you know that when our allies attacked Shacktress, she was also very happy to die?" The Realm King suddenly asked.

"It was as if she was freed from the chains that bound her. We asked her to be our ally, but she refused. Is there something about you that the Primordial defined your wills to only seek that?" The Realm King Asked. He was now healing. Around him was a thick layer of ice that Rosa's sisters made.

"Yes. What mystery lies among your souls?" A voice was heard.

Nogard appeared donning a Supreme Exoskeleton.

"You...! The Inverse Dragon!" The Female Myrth recognized the famous man who appeared in all history books and had statues and movies made for his deeds.

"Yes. It seems my fighting days are not yet over. I have finally found a way to restore my youth. But enough about me! Your two souls have been brought as planned. Your duality has been separated and reflected in a three-dimensional form. So tell me, why are their chains that direct you to do this? What exactly is a Conqueror?" Nogard asked.

"You're about to kill us. So why should we tell you?" The female laughed.

"Because it's possible that we might not need to kill you. You and we are different in terms of our free will. You have sought to be Conquerors. But even your way was flawed and corrupted. You two are much like us Overcomers who pursue Unity. Even now, your certain defeat is because of the Unity of our team. My son and his peers would certainly have died fighting you. But now, they are saved and are healed as their allies stand by them. But I'm sure that you will follow the path of Shackstress." Nogard smiled.

"Yes. I can feel it in their Realms. They would rather die. To them, losing and being spared forfeit them of becoming Conquerors. What has the Primordial done to your souls and your realm?"

The two Myrths began to tremble as if there was a strange resistance that refused.

"Sister..."

"I know... It's weak. But we can feel it. Yet even now, we will still fight to our death. They are right. Something chains us. It's weaker because the two of us carry only half of it right now. But we can't escape it..." The female Myrth sighed as she glanced at her two hands, and they trembled.

"The mere thought of surrendering is wrecking my soul..."

"So this means we can't get anything out of them..." Meng impatiently spoke.

"Then our option is to fight. Rather, they will choose to fight us. I pity you. You're not as strong as you think you are. You both have the power to rule Earth. Yet, you can never really be rulers, can you? For your souls will only desire to conquer." Amir's hoarse voice was heard as his wolf form spoke.

"Let's just fight. We both don't know what to make of this. But I'll kill as much as I can before I die!" The male Myrth declared as he harnessed a huge fire by his hand. Fire exploded out of a vortex that appeared. It was as if the fore tore a path purging several dimensions to reach the three dimensions.

The female Myrth also did the same, but her entire body began to burn with fire.

The Dragons Fangs were all present.

All prepared their weapons.

"Fangs... Wait for my command!" The new leader of the Dragon Fangs, Sting, gave his orders.

Amir howled, and all the wolves howled with him as their entire bodies began to release high radiation as they all pushed their bodies to make their cells evolve.

"Done! Thanks for buying me time, Nogard." The Realm King laughed as he completed his creation.

BOOM!

The entire ship trembled as a powerful force began to crash at the top.

Because of the explosion of Myrth's power, the ship was weakened to the point that the shields could not keep the entire structure intact. A strong force struck the very top of the ship and was destroying floor after floor until finally, it reached the large hall where Myrth and the Overcomers were.

The culprit that made a crashing entrance was a massive fist that was made of metal.

"The Orbital?!" Myrth was stunned as she could identify that the massive fist was actually an Orbital that had been rearranged!

"Like it? My little masterpiece!" the Realm King laughed as the fist stopped pushing down.

"Now that Suit is here. We can finally attack." Sting smiled as he glanced up. Piloting the giant fist that was once an Orbital was Suit.

"Let's end this! I want to see how many of you fools I can take down with me!" The two Myrths echoed together as they harnessed the Thion Fire and made their attacks.

The Fangs launched their attacks, and the Overcomers and other allies followed.

Nogard shouted, and an ethereal form of his self formed right in the three dimensions. The ghostly form had a massive spear and stabbed out.

Meng sent an ice-coated dragon which was formed with Rosa.

Typical harnessed a powerful needle that shot around them.

The attacks surrounded the two Myrths.

Above them was the massive fist that was formed from the parts of the Orbital, and around them were attacks of all forms.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two massive explosions occurred, and the ship of Myrth began to fall apart from the top.

At the base of Egypt, another battle had begun as the unified team of Harker's army, the core team of the Dalisay Family, Warfreakz, and several platoons of warriors from all their families recruited and had shown exceptional potential.

But more than half of this army had already died from the attacks of the mad Andronze.

Despite being severely damaged and having lost most of her aces, the power of the Presider continued to show itself.

"Fight on, men! This is a fight for time! Don't give her a chance to recover!" Harker shouted as he charged his Armor forwards and deployed a powerful sound cannon.

BOOM!

The attack was blocked, but the force field was weakened, and Andronze was knocked back.

"Men! Where are you!?" Andronze shouted in anger. But none of her prepared elite could answer.

She glanced up and saw Feyor's ship moving closer and closer.

But the battle between the Tyrant Empress and Eagle was now just above them and prevented Feyor from launching a direct attack.

But even with this minor blessing, none of her men answered her calls and orders.

Andronze herself felt something amiss within her. She was feeling weak, and blood began to leak out. It was as if her own body didn't want to live.

"No! It can't be! I'm a Presider! Why would I succumb to some random fever!" She cursed and cursed as she fought.

"No! What is happening?!" Andronze shouted louder and louder as she could feel her body begin to die. Her organs were slowly losing life, and if not for her Mid-Tier Nefilus body, she wouldn't have been able to move!

"That's because you weren't wearing a face mask!" Gardo's voice was heard.

Andronze turned and saw a large hand, as big as a tank, form a fist and make a mighty punch.