In the chaos of battle, Ash saw two familiar figures:
"Cloud City, support the Flame Iron Ancient King."
Transforming into the Ice Flame Corpse King, the dark-skinned curly-haired figure chanted a melody of death in the wind, like poetry sung from a grave.
"Echo Palace, heed my command, focus the Ancient King's will."
The blonde Swindler quickly linked together dozens of Demigods, adjusting the chaotic strikes into a layered, rhythmic military offensive! He seemed accustomed to the Commander's position, and the Demigods were used to following his orders.
Holding the line means death, escaping to live a few more months is also death, so is it worth dragging the whole world into Hell for a few months of survival?
