Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 330: First City Down

How? What? When? Questions after questions flooded the minds of the soldiers, the sergeant being no exception.

Wanting to confirm if what the watcher at the top of the wall had seen was true, he raced as fast as possible, bursting through the door. He yanked out the man from the binoculars and put his eyes to the magnifying glass.

Once he did, his breath stopped completely. His heart felt like it was about to stop any second. His whole body broke out in sweat as his fingers began to tremble due to sheer fear.

'What is this?' the sergeant tried to make sense of the view.

A skeleton dragon surged through the skies, heading straight for them. On said dragon, there was a man who was standing upright, unbothered by the wind. His white robes and demonic mask gave him the appearance of some kind of ghost that had descended from hell to bring these people to their graves.

The sergeant had tens of thousands hours of experiences in warfare, not to mention how much he had studied the matter. But all the knowledge and the confidence he had slipped out of him in that moment.

How was one supposed to compete against that?!

They had a few thousand soldiers at best! Not even a single member of the council was here!

His instincts told him to run, but he refused to. He was the leader of the town, and if it was going down, he was going to go down with it!

Countless orders began to leave his mouth, the soldiers scrambling to fulfill their sergeant's requests. They all knew that if one person had a clue about how to survive the coming calamity, it would be him.

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Zaroth was pleasantly surprised. He had kept Luna in her dragon form for some time now and had yet to feel strain on his mana core. Mana still left him faster than it regenerated, of course, but that wasn't about to pose a threat yet.

"Slow down," he commanded, and Luna complied.

'Isn't it wise to rush in and get rid of them as fast as possible?' she questioned. Due to her dragon form, she was unable to speak and was using their mental connection to communicate.

"Usually, yes," Zaroth reasoned. "However, it will be better if they knew we are coming. That way, all the soldiers will be confined to one place in the city. Once we have dealt with them, we are going to have an easier time pillaging the city."

If they used the element of surprise on their side, they would be able to catch them off guard for sure, but that would mean there would be soldiers scattered all over the city—meaning more and more buildings would have to be guarded for the resources.

"And it will be more enjoyable to let them gather as much strength as they possibly could and then crush them regardless. I want to see the despair in their eyes once they realize that no matter how much time they had, they were going to meet their end here," he added, as a smirk appeared on his face.

Due to Luna's flight speed being slower than usual, they took about ten minutes to reach the city gates.

Thanks to his elevated position, Zaroth was able to see relatively well the outline of the city and how the troops were positioned.

Most of them were on top of the walls, and some were on the building roofs, as the walls simply couldn't hold that many people.

"FIRE!" an older man that Zaroth presumed to be the leader of the place shouted, and the whole place lit up.

Hundreds of arrows flew toward him and his dragon. They were being accompanied by uncountable numbers of spells. Some were elemental, some were harder to discern.

But all of it was meaningless.

With a simple flap of her wings, Luna forced every single arrow that was heading toward her to stop in their tracks and fall to the ground with their momentum gone.

Then, opening her jaws wide, the back of her throat began to light up, and a moment later, a devastating inferno came out.

It didn't matter if it was going against one, ten, hundreds, or a thousand spells at the same time.

Before her fire breath, it was all meaningless.

The spells fired by the soldiers disappeared into thin air, never to be seen again. In their place was a deadly fire that was about to melt them into oblivion.

Their breaths stopped. The ones that were holding weapons had their fingers turn white from the sheer force they used to grip them.

Were they going to die just like that? Surely something—or somebody—would come and help them, right?

Maybe a member of the council? Perhaps the princess herself?… maybe even an almighty god?

Their hopes were quickly dashed. Luna's flames reached them.

Silence.

Due to the devastating heat, the ones that came into contact with the flames died on the spot. They didn't feel pain or guilt. One moment they were fine, and the next, never to be seen again.

Their armor melted, becoming hotter than lava. It seeped deep into their skin, turning it into charcoal. Their bones melted. Their insides cooked.

Only ash remained.

Luna, not stopping her attack, moved her head, directing her flames from one side of the wall to the other.

A couple of soldiers, seeing that their comrades on the other side were no more, began to run and scream in pure terror.

But even the fastest of them weren't fast enough, as the eerily green flames reached them, turning them into ash and nothing more.

Eventually, Luna halted her attack, letting the ash spread around in the area.

Zaroth, observing from a distance, had a slight frown on his face. Keeping Luna summoned was no problem, but having her use her power still wasn't easy on his mana core.

That frown quickly disappeared as it got replaced by a maniacal smile. Atop the walls of the city was nothing other than ash. All of the soldiers were long gone.

'The fight' didn't last longer than thirty seconds. It was more like an execution than a fight.

Now that most of the soldiers—along with their sergeant—were gone, panic spread around the town. The few remaining soldiers began to scatter, running in all directions, screaming in pure horror.

Not paying them any attention, Luna flew closer, entering the city and landing on the biggest roof of a building she was able to find.

Not wasting any time, Zaroth opened his mouth wide and let out a howl.

ROOOAAAAAARRR

The sheer sound was so devastating it resounded through the whole city, forcing the people to stop in their tracks.

With a flick of his finger, Zaroth summoned all of his beasts,

The four unnamed wolves, Silverfang, Hellweaver, and finally Nightshade.

He took a few seconds to appreciate their beauty. All of them were deadly beasts under his command, listening to him and nobody else.

Finally, he parted his lips.

"No survivors," he spoke coldly.

And just like that, the beasts were off, slaying every single living being that entered their field of vision.