Chapter 137
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Chapter 137: Dragon Sealing Power
However, as Midi charged forward like a Killing God, Domingo had no time to think.
The only thing he could do was crush an intricately carved diamond in his hand before turning his horse to flee under his guards’ protection.
When the diamond Domingo cherished shattered, changes immediately occurred thousands of miles away in Hertonmar’s central tree mansion beneath the towering Tree of Life.
In the hall, a formerly clear mirror turned blood-red and buzzed with warning sounds.
Queen Skadi paled at the sight. The proud queen urgently turned toward the hall’s center: "Domingo’s in danger! Elder, I beg—"
"Useless fool!" A cold voice interrupted. "Commanding ten thousand destroyer cavalry yet still failing?"
At the hall’s center stood a massive magic array resembling a Demon Realm volcano, spewing dark energy from its patterns. Within the sinister haze stood an old man in black robes.
His wrinkled skin resembled dried orange peel, but his eyes burned with intense light.
Days earlier, Queen Skadi and the Scroll branch had ambushed Celia from Dawn Garden in the palace, swiftly capturing the young elder. They’d then seized the Nibelungen Dragon Sealing Array at the Tree of Life.
Leaderless and unprepared, Dawn Garden’s caretakers fell quickly without using the Tree’s power. Now this elder controlled the Array instead.
For ten years, this black-robed elder had secretly guided the powerless Queen Skadi to ally with the Scroll branch, build the destroyer cavalry, and manipulate the national defense array.
Even when scolded, Skadi dared not retort.
After his outburst, the elder finally nodded. "Useless as he is, Domingo remains our only field commander. Though premature, I’ll personally crush the Golden Branch Legion now."
As his raspy chants echoed, dark energy surged from the magic array. The malicious haze flooded from the tree mansion, wrapping around the colossal Tree of Life like countless hair-thin threads ensnaring Belmar Duchy’s centuries-old guardian.
Midi knew nothing of these distant events. In his past life, Dawn Garden hadn’t been attacked during the Delos Empire invasion, nor had the Array been stolen. The possibility never crossed his mind.
Yet as an experienced commander, Midi sensed something wrong. Though desperate, Domingo didn’t seem hopeless despite being cornered.
The destroyer cavalry’s central formation was broken, their command system destroyed. Obedient soldiers now wandered leaderless while Blood Frenzy drained their Vitality. As the cavalry weakened, the Hawk Brigade prepared to counterattack.
Domingo’s thousand guards had been decimated by Nightblade Leopard Cavalry’s Spinning Blades. Trapped within the Fog Demon’s Feast of Night, how could he escape?
Any family traitor’s fate would be worse than Grand Duke Ferdinand’s defeat consequences. Yet Domingo’s emotions seemed oddly controlled. Did this "top expert in strategy" truly possess such composure?
Midi shook his head. He never relied on opponents’ weaknesses. Every detail mattered.
"Alice, stay alert. They might escape the Feast of Night," Midi told the crow on his shoulder, then ordered the Hawk Brigade to advance cautiously.
Just a few minutes after his order was issued, the surrounding magic suddenly froze without warning.
The foggy battlefield abruptly cleared, and Alice’s muffled cry of surprise reached Midi’s ears.
The mighty Fog Demon "Feast of Night" was retreating mid-battle.
A warning flashed through Midi’s mind.
Frowning slightly, he instinctively looked upward and saw leaden clouds – small yet unnaturally heavy, motionless against the wind like painted scenery.
As he watched, light burst forth. Dozens of violet-gold lightning bolts tore through the sky.
The world became overexposed monochrome in an instant, jagged electrical scars ripping through nature to form a deadly web of lightning.
Beneath this net, every being – the mysterious Fog Demon, fearless destroyer cavalry, seasoned high-level adventurers, even reborn Midi and ever-calm Alice – felt primal terror surge through their hearts.
The lightning moved too fast for thought. Midi dodged on instinct. When he finally caught his breath, only fading afterimages remained where the bolts had struck.
"What strategic magic caused this?" Midi halted his pursuit, scanning the hellscape.
Endless gray stretched before him – death’s shroud. Charred corpses littered the ground alongside smoldering metal and molten weapons. The earth cracked like broken glass, tiny lightning forks hissing across blackened soil. Carbonized plants floated like ash snow.
Domingo had vanished, whisked away in a glowing halo.
Most destroyer cavalry fell to the storm, already weakened by blood-draining spells. Many Hawk Brigade adventurers died too – no mortal could withstand those violet bolts.
Yet Midi cared little for troop losses now. The reborn Midi Asreks only worried about two people.
"Alice?" He licked cracked lips, glancing at his crow companion.
Coughs answered before the Mist Sorceress’ tired voice came: "Alive. Fina’s status…?"
"Focus on yourself." Midi cut the link and barked at Klasty: "Clean up." He spurred his mount toward Rainbow Light City.
The distant battlefield there had suffered identical strikes. With magical communications down and arrays destroyed – and having only warned the Hawks – Midi hadn’t alerted Fina. The Golden Branch Legion kept fighting Sais family remnants until the lightning fell.
Now both forces lay decimated.
Midi ignored panicking generals, urging his Blood Fang leopard through scorched ruins until spotting familiar crimson hair – now dulled to dark wine.
Fina waved weakly from the rubble, face ghostly pale.
"Blocked… a bolt… magic exhaustion," she rasped through a forced smile. "The dark-haired one?"
Midi wordlessly gripped her hand, sensing her magic flow. "Safe."
"Good." Relief flickered across Fina’s face before hardening. Her azure eyes showed rare unease as she gazed eastward toward Belmar’s capital.
"Felt tremendous Vitality in that lightning," she coughed. "It came… from the capital."
"The Tree of Life?" Alice’s voice held uncertainty for the first time.
