Chapter 892: Sakaar's resolution
"Aren't you tired of this sight yet?" Next to him, Amon opened his fanged mouth and spoke in a rough voice
"...Never," Sakaar replied with one word without taking his senses away from above
Both of them were standing on a high ground, crossing their arms and looking up... Their huge size, two spiral horns, and long white hair swaying under the moonlight made their
appearance both captivating and terrifying at the same time, perhaps if a local saw them by chance, not knowing what demons were, he would have died of sheer terror and magnificence at the same time.
Amon laughed a terrifying laugh then raised his head even more until he was facing a certain direction, in that direction, there was a black dot that made the blackness of the night sky appear luminous... That dot was the entrance to the wormhole, and they were standing directly below it.
Before Robin fully withdrew with his army, he headed towards Amon and Sakaar's location, handed them the Great Sky Sealing Array and entrusted them with this wormhole, telling them that if ships passed through there returning to their home planet, it would mean that the war had failed, he told them that it was their responsibility to kill anything that gets closer to it.
The two of them took Robin's words seriously and gathered all their forces to be under the nearest point of the wormhole, and just stood there looking up... The wormhole was too high!
No one can fly to heights where there is no air, and the demons were no exception to this rule. But they stood there anyway hoping that the ships trying to get through would be a little closer to the ground so they could hunt them down, but of course, this was just a pipe dream. The good thing was that the second-in-command of the Shadow Swords, Charles Burton, brought them six stolen spaceships with a crew of pilots to use as they pleased, and Sakaar ordered 50 Demon Emperors to be placed in each ship and patrolled the wormhole with three ships around the clock.
Those patrols had shot down 7 smaller ships so far that were trying to leave, and what had been destroyed now was the eighth, and those pearls were what they carried in their bowels.
"The lord left about two weeks ago, how do you think things went for them?" Amon asked after a brief silence.
Before Robin left and when he told them about their mission, he told them directly that there was a major attack on Jura, Orphan Blood, and Greenland and that he would try to save what he could.
"Does it matter?" In a rough voice, Sakaar shook his head and took two steps towards the edge of the hill he was standing on, then looked down, contemplating a more impressive view...
*Rumble* *Rumble*
"You're right." Amon nodded and laughed a terrifying chuckle.
The more he spoke to Sakaar, the more Amon realized how far apart they were in terms of awareness and experience. When Amon was just a demon saint who had been captured to work in a moving circus, Sakaar was already the king of the largest demon group in the Eastern Region.
Yes, what happens in Jura, Greenland, and the Orphan's Blood doesn't matter at all... It doesn't matter if all those planets burn, they can live in Nihari. It doesn't matter if their entire families are killed, they can make new ones. It doesn't matter if the True Beginning Army is completely wiped out, they will still exist.
The only thing that matters is serving the Lord until He is pleased!
*Bzzzzt*
Next to the two, an instant space portal flashed, and then a black-clad human emerged, "Are you two bored yet, gentlemen?"
Amon looked behind him lazily, "Charles Burton, what brought you to us today?"
"I have news from the north," Charles replied seriously and then took a few steps until he stood next to Sakaar and watched the scene below with him. Standing next to him, he looked like a child with his father, but he acted comfortably as if he wasn't standing between two monsters, "There are several fleets that have begun making strange movements."
"Strange how?" Sakaar asked while still looking down.
"So far, three fleets have been spotted changing their destinations from penetrating deep into the northern lands to preparing equipment and gathering more ships and men from other fleets. It appears that one of those fleets will head west, while the other two will head south." Charles spoke slowly while folding his arms, "Based on the numbers of fleets and their presence, I believe the goal is to control the western, central, and southern regions."
Behind him, Amon showed his fangs with a smile, "So the two fleets heading towards us, one will stop to take control of the central region, and the other will continue to take control of the southern region? That's... interesting."
"Not really, at least not to you." Charles continued as he looked down, "Your mission is not to fight them, I came to tell you to prepare to leave before they arrive, the ship patrols also have to leave."
"And how do we achieve our mission?" Amon showed his seriousness again.
"I'll think of something... The important thing is that you have been relieved of your duty to protect the wormhole, if a ship happens to pass by, I will bear the responsibility." Charles replied curtly, "You can return to Planet Jura if you want, if you stay here another war will start and that was not His Excellency's plan."
"No." Sakaar finally spoke.
"General Sakaar, are you disobeying His Excellency's orders?" Charles frowned deeply. "I'm implementing them." Sakaar continued calmly, "If the Lord wanted to protect the wormhole from a small ship passing through every now and then, it would be up to you, Shadow Swords, but he ordered us to stay, even sending five warlords as backup... What does that tell you?"
"..." Charles furrowed his brows slightly, "He's preparing you for war?"
"Yes, he wants to prevent anyone from using the wormhole, and that's what shall happen, and if it means preventing them from stepping a step out of the northern border to secure the wormhole, we'll gladly do it." A slight but terrifying smile appeared on Sakaar's face, "We'll stay here, if a ship comes, we'll destroy it, if a fleet comes, we'll take it down! You say there are two fleets coming this way?...That's fine, we haven't had a good meal in a while."
"Hehehe" Amon laughed and drooled a little
"...." Charles looked down the hill again, not knowing if this was the bloody nature of the demons talking or if they had a good point, anyway they wouldn't leave, so he already started making plans to support the demons in the upcoming battle.
*Rumble* *Rumble*
Amon also took a few steps and came to stand next to Sakaar and Charles to watch what was going on down there with them, a big smile appeared on his face, "...How can we get bored, Charles? I've never been bored when I'm under the Lord's command."
Below them were billions of young men, old men, and children from all the sentient races of Nihari, a large number of them wearing golden armor or holding a golden peace, all of them having their necks bowed and facing south under the guard of a large number of demons.