780 They Don't Need Us

On Lucia's side, a battle of dizzying proportions was also waging.

Having accepted the fact that she could not defeat Vhoskaud alone without great sacrifices she had resolved to fight with the help of her other allies. Now, like a steadfast general, she watched the battle unfold with a cryptic expression.

'Vhoskaud motherfucker... He ruined all my fun...'

Her Myrmidian pride should have engendered a deep sense of defeat. Severe enough to weaken her bloodline and cause a regression, but Lucia had managed to keep her spirits up by merely convincing herself that her opponent was a cheat.

After all, who would summon thousands of overpowered Undeads collected and cultivated over hundreds of years to get rid of a young woman of just over 20 years old? If Lucia was in his shoes she would have committed harakiri on the spot!

While she was seething, the Myrtharian Nerds were fighting like demons against the Undead army.