Plans
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Seven Lord Gods – how terrifying was their power? The power of the natural order, a nearly unstoppable force filled the air, thundering ruthlessly toward Augustus and the rest.
"Retreat. We can't resist by force."
At this point, Augustus and the rest knew that they must not resist by force or their advantage would not be put to use at all.
"Everyone, go on Merlin's Slothful Beast."
Augustus eyed Merlin, knowing that only with the Slothful Beast could they gather their strength for one final push. Otherwise, they were clearly at a disadvantage and in an unfavorable position.
"Swish."
The fastest was the Avian Monarch. The Avian Tribe's forte was their speed. The Avian Monarch's body flashed with a golden light, following which he disappeared without a trace. One could not capture the Avian Monarch at all unless one had laid out an inescapable net, sealing off all possible exits.