Chapter 1475: Not A Scratch

Arthur was still inside the cave, talking to Eragon, when Ozyrae saw the ships in the distance. There were five ships flying in the sky while the abyssal army gathered in a flat wasteland underneath it.

The undead army was pouring out of a mountain pass while Ozyrae protected them from above. She cast a powerful shield that would kill anything that approached her army before it emerged.

A few abyssal creatures attempted to strike the barrier. Their weapons and bodies disintegrated the moment they touched them. Ozyrae watched the ships from afar, her eyes squinting.

"My lady," Vorathis and Nyxiel said in unison while hovering in the sky behind the Sovereign of Death. "The elves informed us that there is no way of knowing which ship has Invidia or Princess Diana," Vorathis said.

"I know," Ozyrae said. "The five ships are identical, and they are equipped with a barrier that prevents us from sensing the presence of the people inside."

"What can we do now? If we attack, then Invidia might do something to the hostage," Nyxiel said as he glared at the departing ships. "Our use of mana and spiritual energy is also leaving us exposed."

Nyxiel had wings, and so did his new troops that he recruited from the gods, but they used mana to propel them upwards. If someone wanted to reach the ships, they needed to fly there without the use of mana or spiritual energy.

None of them had that.

Even Athos, the Spirit, was not an exception.

"Our mission is to signal Arthur when we identify the right ship. He will be able to sneak inside without being seen. However, if we can’t even tell which ship, then we came here for nothing."

Ozyrae was frustrated for the first time in centuries.

As she kept pondering a method while her army poured through the mountain pass, Ozyrae noticed something odd. The ships were truly identical, but one of them had a side that was a different color than the rest.

"Bring the elves."

Malrik came to the top of the mountain with the help of Vorathis. The elf was still afraid of Ozyrae because of her ominous aura, but he understood that they were allies.

"How did you know which ship to attack the last time?" Ozyrae asked.

"We had four of us travel in different directions and expose themselves by the use of absurd amounts of mana. A ship and a portion of the army left to investigate, leaving only one ship behind."

"That’s smart. Whose plan was that?"

"Diana."

"A smart woman," Ozyrae said with a nod. "As you can see, we can’t use the same tactic again. They won’t fall for it again, nor would they leave this area when my army is marching toward them."

"Um, what can I help you with?"

"That ship on the far left has a side that’s a different color, albeit barely," Ozyrae said. Malrik followed her gaze but was confused because he saw no difference. "The last time you attacked, I think you damaged one of the ships enough to warrant a repair, right?"

"The ship indeed had its side damaged," Malrik said. "But Invidia could have switched the ship, especially after what happened."

"That remains a possibility," Ozyrae said. "But we have to verify it."

"It brings us back to the same issue," Vorathis said. "How do we reach the ship without mana or spiritual energy?"

"I believe the elves have the answer. They are masters of utilizing their environment," Ozyrae turned to Malrik for the first time. "Can you do it?"

Malrik was a warrior for many years, but not even he could look death in the eyes and not look away. He felt honored, somehow, and nodded. "My people have created ropes and arrows. We can use them to climb to the ship."

"Then that’s settled."

"Excuse me, my lord," Nyxiel said, not changing the way he addressed Ozyrae even after she revealed her true gender. "But there’s still the issue of reaching the ship without being seen."

"The elves will be teleported through your portals," Ozyrae said. "Before that happens, we need to create enough ruckus to drown the mana needed. Get ready, Nyxiel. Once the army finishes assembling on the other side, begin the attack."

"As you command, my lord."

"Create as many portals as you can to ensure it throws them off," Ozyrae addressed the undead skeleton. "In fact, have some undead utilize them to infiltrate the army and disrupt their ranks."

The two undead nodded and departed. Malrik also did the same. Ozyrae watched from above.

Once her army crossed to the other side, she disabled her barrier and the undead monsters charged forward. The abyssal monsters clashed head-on. Neither side was pushed back.

The undead had the advantage of immortality. Even if they were severed in half, they would rise again. However, the abyssal creatures had different abilities, which allowed them to mow through the undead.

Once the battle reached a stalemate, Vorathis used his portals. The undead army poured out of the portals that spawned throughout the wasteland, striking the unaware abyssal monsters.

Before long, the two sides were entangled as the abyssal line was breached. Ozyrae watched her army being pushed back, and decided to bless them. A wave of her hand made the undead monsters roar with life as their strength multiplied.

After her blessing, the two sides were equal. The undead had immortality and strength on their side, while the abyssal creatures had different sigils to protect them.

At that moment, Ozyrae saw the elves begin their plan from a nearby mountain. They had created ropes and giant bows for this task. Their utilization of plants and trees was marvelous.

Furthermore, they were the best sharpshooters.

The rope attached to an arrow as it soared through the sky and impaled the ship. Despite the ship being a good thousand meters off the ground, the arrow didn’t lose momentum and struck the mark.

Ozyrae saw the elves climb the ropes they had created. Despite the distance, their climb was fast but not quick enough. Ozyrae decided to join the fray in case something wrong happened.

The woman took a single step forward, and fell down from the cliff. Her expression did not change as she pulled out her sword. The undead monsters scattered away before she landed.

Ozyrae landed on the ground, but not with the expected force. She hovered just a short distance from the ground as it disintegrated beneath her. She raised her sword as the abyssal seekers and spirits looked at her with fear.

Then, she tore them apart.

Malrik noticed that the scary woman had joined the battle and was tearing through the abyssal army with ease. He was stunned, as he realized that she could wipe it out before they even finished their climb.

But he knew she couldn’t do that.

Because Diana was still a hostage.

If they pushed Invidia to a corner, he might commit the unthinkable.

At that time, wrath would befall them all.

Malrik climbed faster, but no matter how fast and skilled he was, it was still a few minutes to reach the ship. Some of the elves came with him, while others remained on the ground to keep the ropes tied to one of the trees.

As they climbed toward the ship, Malrik expected someone to take notice, and a simple swing at the rope would kill them all. However, because Ozyrae joined the fray, no one even bothered to look at them.

Once they reached the ship, Malrik had to jump to a nearby engine. It blasted off air to keep the ships afloat. As he stood upon it, he felt its vibrations beneath his feet.

"Mana-powered engines," Malrik muttered. Then, he helped the rest of the elves climb. Then, once they were all onboard, they wore their gloves.

The gloves were green with a sticky substance coating them. They created these from the trees in the dark forest. They could be used as adhesives to climb walls or other structures.

Malrik was the first to climb the ship’s metallic surface, hoping to reach the top or a balcony that would allow them access. He began climbing to the right side of the ship that had been damaged during their last attack.

On the sides, the ship had no access points.

The elves had to keep climbing until they found one of the mana-cannons that was aimed toward the battlefield. As they approached, they saw the abyssal seeker behind the cannon.

They could access the ship through it.

Malrik followed their aim and found out that they were targeting Ozyrae, the Sovereign of Death, as Vorathis had explained to them earlier. All five ships were aiming at her.

"We need to kill him before he fires," one of the elves suggested.

"One cannon makes no difference," Malrik said with a shake of his head. "We need to trust her to survive, and attack once he’s recharging the cannon."

"No one can survive this many mana beams," the elf said.

Malrik had to agree, but had no choice but to wait.

Soon, the mana beams fired directly toward Ozyrae.

They tore through their own army as they exploded once they struck the armored woman.

Light exploded.

Malrik jumped toward the abyssal seeker.

He drove a dagger through the man’s neck before he could scream.

The rest of the elves rushed into the cockpit.

They all turned to look at the battlefield.

Ozyrae had suffered ten different mana beams at the same time.

The ground around her was scorched as a large crater formed underneath her. The undead and spirits around her were all killed.

But she stood tall and proud, with not a single scratch on her.

She looked at the ships.

And for a moment, Malrik knew that she was looking at them.

And then she smiled.

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