Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 152: Half the Camp

’These insects dare...’

The words echoed silently in the prince’s mind, his clenched jaw a testament to the fury that boiled just beneath his composed exterior. His royal blue robe fluttered with each gust from the explosions around, but his eyes remained locked onto the battlefield, a warzone now littered with the fallen remains of his once-proud army.

The prince, a royal of the underwater Persia Kingdom, had underestimated the humans. Gravely.

The very idea that his elite force would be pushed to such losses by surface dwellers gnawed at his pride. His failure would not go unnoticed. His kingdom did not tolerate weakness, especially not in a royal. No amount of justification could erase the fact that he, a royal, had failed to dominate land-dwellers with inferior physical and magical attributes.

He ground his teeth and raised his trident high.

"Bring me their heads!" he bellowed.

His Triton guards bowed without a word and descended like thunderbolts crashing from the sky.

...

Meanwhile, at the second defensive line, Jenny stood among her exhausted allies, her gaze fixed on the approaching threat.

"Victor, Robin, take everyone who can still fight and defend the second line," she ordered, her voice calm but firm.

The two nodded and moved without hesitation. The situation had become dire, too dire to entertain doubt.

Jenny turned to the rest of the team. Her mind raced, calculating the match-ups based on strengths and abilities.

"Alexa and Gar’al, take one each. Luna and Norman, you’re paired up. Ronald and Laura, take one. I’ll handle the last."

There was a pause. The others exchanged glances. Jenny hadn’t yet crossed into the second realm like some of them. And the enemies approaching, the Triton royal guards were all over level 70, monsters in both strength and intellect.

"Don’t worry about me," Jenny added. Her eyes glimmered not with arrogance, but quiet certainty. She knew what was at stake.

The battlefield offered no time for arguments.

As the five Triton guards approached, the group split and moved to intercept their targets.

Jenny stood alone before the last one.

The triton before her was an imposing figure, two meters tall, armored in obsidian plating that seemed to breathe with energy. Jagged blades were embedded into its limbs, and its presence carried an aura of death. The remaining sea creatures parted to let the guards through. Any that moved too slowly were cleaved in two, their bodies falling before they realized they’d been struck.

Jenny inhaled slowly. She hadn’t used the skill she was about to invoke since she acquired it. It wasn’t just powerful, it was unstable. Dangerous even. She didn’t know what would happen if she used it, but she knew what would happen if she didn’t use it.

As the triton crossed the five-meter mark, Jenny closed her eyes. She placed a trembling hand over her heart.

"Creation World."

BOOOOM.

A surge of grey energy erupted from her collapsed form. Her body went limp, falling backward as her consciousness faded. But the skill didn’t stop. In fact, its true effect was only beginning.

A powerful field of energy unfurled in a hundred-meter radius, brushing past allies and enemies alike. It was calm, yet chilling. Almost divine.

And then, he appeared.

The battlefield froze in time and breath. A figure stepped forth from the haze, broad-shouldered, eyes glowing faintly, carrying the weight of countless battles on his back.

Jon.

Why and how was Jon here, standing right before them? Wasn’t he still meant to be on his way?

That was what was on their minds, however, it was different for the Tritons.

They froze in place at the stinging energy they were feeling. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Jenny had summoned the strongest thing she knew, or rather created, as this was her creation world.

But this was not the Jon they knew from the present. This was a creation, a manifestation of Jenny’s will, modeled after the Jon who had once single-handedly massacred the shamans.

He stood with an air of death incarnate, bloodlust rolling off him in visible waves. His gaze turned to Jenny’s unconscious body, and something within him snapped.

In his hands formed the Divine Web Spears, weapons so powerful they could lay waste to an entire 5,000 meters in seconds.

Gar’al’s instincts screamed louder than ever before.

"SHIT. RUN. NOW!" he bellowed, lunging toward Jenny’s fallen body.

He scooped her up in one powerful motion and turned on his heel, sprinting with such force the ground cracked beneath each step.

The others blinked in confusion, but when Gar’al, their most battle-hardened warrior, ran without shame, they knew something was catastrophically wrong.

"If Gar’al is saying that, we should listen," Alexa shouted, already activating every movement skill she had to put distance between herself and the Jon creation.

"How far do we run?!" Laura cried as she stumbled to keep up.

"Away from the camp!" Gar’al thundered.

"EVERYONE RETREAT!"

Evolvers, warriors, and even wounded soldiers turned to flee.

And then it happened.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A sound not of this world. The heavens shivered.

"WHAT—"

"FUCK!" Alexa screamed. The explosion was seared into her memory. It was the same attack that had once erased millions of zombies. She’d hoped never to see it again.

They turned. And all they could see was white light and raging fire, devouring everything.

"RUN FASTER!" Gar’al roared.

Behind them, the explosion tore through the camp like a divine punishment.

Seeing the leaders running away, the evolvers found strength where they didn’t know and began running.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM....

Another explosion exploded.

The slower evolvers didn’t stand a chance. They were swallowed by the blast, silhouettes turning to ash mid-scream.

In the distance, Tomen’s eyes were widened.

He had called in the remaining lords, killed his teammates, and lured a second realm to destroy the wall in hopes of destroying all of Jon’s limbs. However, what was happening now?

This... this wasn’t part of the plan.

The survivors regrouped at the second line of defense, where Victor and Robin had been holding off the remaining sea creatures alongside what little remained of the military.

Their machines had run dry, their reserves spent, so when the sea creatures arrived, the military was killed like sheep.

Thankfully, Robin and Victor, with a large group, had come to their aid, however, that was after their number had been reduced by half.

Now, all that was left were scraps as the main army arrived.

They all turned around to see the outcome of the fight.

And then, silence.

The smoke eventually cleared.

There was nothing left.

No buildings. No trees. No walls. No sea creatures. Only scorched earth, blackened soil, and a gaping silence where once had been a warzone.

From their position, they could see the sea straight ahead.

"Tch. It was smaller this time," Gar’al muttered, eyes narrowing.

"Wait... that was the attack you talked about?" Laura’s voice trembled. She remembered them describing the attack that took out millions of zombies, however, they didn’t imagine it would be like this.

"Yes," Alexa said quietly. "But weaker than before."

They all stood in a stupor.

Had they been living beside this level of destruction all along?

’A living bomb,’ Laura thought.

The silence lingered, heavy and dreadful.

Whoooosh.

A breeze cut through the dead air, followed by a familiar voice.

"What happened here?"

The sound brought them all back to reality. It was filled with worry, pain, and disbelief.

They turned.

"Cynthia?" Laura gasped.

More figures emerged behind her.

The migration team had finally arrived.