"This area's yours now."
Orson nodded at the Crimson Lizard King. With Death's Disdain still active and having absorbed the essence of Purple-Gold Dragon King Daloré, the Crimson Lizard King still had the upper hand—even in a two-versus-one.
He wouldn't be able to kill the enemy kings instantly, especially with priest support behind them, but stalling them? That was easy.
Magic Eye.
Mirror of Folding.
Orson opened a spatial webway. Magical Fiancée and her team instantly entered, completing their retreat and linking up with Madman and the others.
The imperial army, now forced to push deeper into the Chaotic Hills, was falling step by step into a lethal ambush designed just for them.
Madman: "Come on, tell me that wasn't genius! Two-sided pincer—ain't even a fly getting out alive!"
Magical Fiancée: "If you planned this from the start, why didn't you say anything?"
"If I told you, where's the fun in that?" Madman grinned like a gremlin.
"You manipulative bastard..."
