He was strong, a high-end stage master. And he had the darkness element, a secret that no one knew but the ones he recruited and nourished over the years. So it was expected for him to escape successfully while most of his subordinates ended up either dead or getting captured.
"Lock them up," the king was watching all this happening using his manifestation, "and prepare for the counterattack. We can't stay here entrapped without fighting back!"
"My king," at this moment, Sloth approached the king's tent. His body was soaked with blood, the blood of traitors he mercilessly slay, "there is a nasty toxin spread all over the place, weakening our forces and making us lose any direct clash. It's the same toxin that poisoned you."
"And?" the king got what Sloth wanted to say. Just by watching what happened here, he could tell the powers of his family members and top masters weren't the usual, were weirdly much weaker than ever.
Only Sloth and the group of hundred masters he gathered showed the usual scary power he used to watch from them. And if not for them, the situation would have ended in a totally different end.
The Grand Uncle and traitors on his side showed the usual level of power suiting their grades. The king didn't need to ask to know that Sloth had a way to handle the toxin, the same way that was now working to save his life and cure him.
"There is a youngster, one of our kingdom's people, he is out there fighting alone against the enemies, trying to help…" Sloth would never allow for such glory to stick with his name. Instead, he started to speak about William, telling the king the main points of his deeds and crucial contributions.
The king and others listened attentively and with great shock to what Sloth was saying. The name of William wasn't that alien to many, as he created a storm five years ago. They knew he was the one behind the storm that swept away many of the dark master forces, not only in the kingdom but in the entire world as well.
They were all shocked by what Sloth was saying, all except for Anjie and Sloth's one hundred masters.
"He sounds like a good lad," the king laughed, "alright, let's wait for him to deliver us more of his magical potions. As for now, keep the enemy busy with us. We can't fall behind a single gold-grade youngster when we have all these masters with us."
"My king… Father… Are you alright?" At this moment Anjie finally stepped up, showing concern and worry that any daughter would show it to his father.
"I'm fine, just need a bit more rest," the king warmly said, "sorry for that, but as my only daughter, you must have lived through tough times during my illness."
"It's all for the kingdom… It was all for you…" Anjie managed to control her tears well so far, but right now she failed. Her eyes got drowned by tons of salty tears, and yet all she felt was happiness and excitement.
Her father was saved and would return again to rule over the kingdom. Everything she tried to do yielded unexpected and happy results. So she was happy, without feeling any pride or arrogance about it.
"Go, do what you need to, and we'll meet together back at our home when all this is over," the king's manifestation vanished slowly with his last words.
Watching their king's unique technique vanish made everyone here quite determined to win this war and emerge victorious, just like how their king came back from death.
The first thing they did was to cuff the captured traitors. They were all familiar faces, with few of them belonging to the royal family, and others who served the kingdom for years.
Yet at this moment none of this mattered. They dared to scheme this big and deep against the kingdom, and were this close to succeeding. So no one held any speck of respect or attachment to any of them. And it was expected how much hatred they held towards these traitors.
Part handled the traitors, torturing them to learn about the enemy's plans and schemes. As for others, they returned to control the disturbance caused by such internal conflict and returned to lead their loyal masters in the harsh ongoing battle.
Learning they were acting this poor thanks to a toxin, and there was a way to cure it, was enough to make them show much better versions of themselves. Not to mention the mere thought of a youngster fighting alone out there, risking his life for them, was enough to drive more power out of their spirits.
All started to fight madly, pushing the enemies for the first time since the start of this disaster backward. All fought here, except for Sloth and his one-hundred master team.
"Let's go, we have another mission to do," Sloth turned to his selected and most trusted one hundred masters, "I know I'm not acting fair with you, throwing you from one hell pit to another. But…"
"No need to say anything," another formidable master interrupted him, "we are all in this together, either live or die together."
"Well said! Let's do it! What's the task Sloth?"
"Don't give me a bullshit task of killing weak monsters! I want to handle the toughest task out there!"
Sloth was deeply touched by their instant and clear responses. His words held one meaning only, he was leading them towards their demise, towards a fight that they wouldn't be able to win and survive through it in normal times.
Yet they never flinched back, never hesitated. Sloth took in a deep breath, slowly moving his eyes around, engraving their faces into his spirit.
"Let's win and live through it together," he steeled his heart before starting to explain what William asked him to do.
"You sure? Damn! That's why we never had a single moment of breath!"
"That's a crucial mission, we have to do it no matter what!"
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