Chapter 39: The world doesn't revolve around you
David's face was filled with seriousness as he made the mad dash towards the exit, his eyes continually scanning the surroundings for threats.
"Shoot! Someone trying to escape." Suddenly, a loud shout came from the front, but David didn't panic as he had considered such a possibility before.
Just as he was going to throw a chair coated with purple thunder, Sebastian spoke up.
"Let me deal with these small fries, manager."
With those words, Sebastian jumped to the front and punched at the tower from which the Sithian guards had shouted. A huge hand made of mana appeared behind Sebastian and mimicked his punching motion. As the punch moved closer to the tower, it drastically increased in size.
Boom!
The punch hit the tower and destroyed it instantly. Dust and smoke filled the air.
Thud! Cough!
Two of the Sithians were quick enough to react and jumped to the ground.
"Continue moving, I will deal with them." David looked at the Sithians and spoke without emotion.
Before the two of them could even react properly, David appeared in front of them like a demon from hell and smashed their heads. Both of them fell to the ground, dead.
"Where did this monster come from?" The Peak Foundation Building Realm Sithian thought to himself, his body riddled with wounds.
Clang!
While thinking, his sword clashed with the Origin Guard's sword again. The Sithian felt his hands shake because of the immense strength.
Suddenly, the Sithian's face changed color.
"We have been tricked," the Sithian shouted furiously.
But that was the only thing he could do, as the Origin Guard wouldn't let him simply leave. While the Sithian was thinking about these things, he gave the Origin Guard the perfect opportunity it was looking for. In a smooth fashion, the Guard raised its huge sword and beheaded him.
The Sithian head fell to the ground and rolled towards his partner.
"You!!" These were the last words the Sithian uttered before he was also killed by the Origin Guard in the same fashion.
The Origin Guard's actions were swift and precise, and unlike them, he wasn't distracted by useless emotions. He was the perfect war machine that would kill without blinking.
After finishing the rest of the Sithian soldiers who were busy looking at the scene in disbelief, the Origin Guard swiftly left. His speed was significantly higher than David's and the trio's, so in no time he caught up with them.
David looked at the burning city behind him and sighed with relief.
He had successfully escaped without any problem.
In fact, he was expecting a Golden Core expert to suddenly make an appearance, but thankfully his biggest fear didn't come true.
After thinking about it for a moment, it was understandable. He was just a small fry; who would even pay attention to him?
He was just thinking too much, as if the world revolved around him.
"Master! Where are we going next?" Mary came next to him and curiously asked. Her clothes were stained with Sithian blood, but she didn't seem to mind.
David smiled at her words. He already had a destination in mind.
"Rising Sun Empire." David had decided to leave the Blackthorn Empire for good.
This attack on Deadwood City had exposed its glaring shortcomings.
One of the biggest cities in the Empire was easily captured by the Sithians, and there was no sign of the imperial army coming to help them.
It wasn't that Deadwood City wasn't prepared, but the attack was so sudden that they weren't given a chance to react.
Moreover, the attack was meticulously planned. The Sithians had managed to kill almost all of the big shots in the city in one fell swoop, completely destroying the chain of command.
And the use of the teleportation formation was something that the city's big shots could have never imagined.
Although teleportation had been used in the past, never to such a large extent.
Teleportation formations were cumbersome to use, requiring large amounts of manpower and resources to even draw a single one of them.
Therefore, they weren't looked upon favorably.
But the use of teleportation formations by the Sithians was unique and innovative.
No one could have prepared for such a situation.
It was rightly said, wars aren't won by the size of the army but by the innovations happening in the country.
At this time, in the center of Deadwood, hundreds of Sithians were looking at the glowing portal in the middle of the city with respectful gazes.
The portal suddenly shook, and a Sithian woman stepped out of it.
Dressed in a white gown that was extensively embroidered with flowery designs, her two horns, which were larger than normal Sithians, were twisted backward. She was the Queen of the Sithians.
Lamia Sithian!
As soon as she appeared, all the Sithians did a ninety-degree bow and simultaneously shouted.
"Long live the queen!"
"Long live the Sithian Empire!"
Their voices, filled with fervor, echoed in the surroundings.
Lamia looked at her subjects and nodded.
"Rise, everyone. You have worked hard." Her voice, filled with a strange force, resounded across the whole city.
With her words, the crowd dispersed.
"Commander Markos, anything that I should know?" Lamia spoke in a barely audible voice.
If someone were to look at her, they would have thought the queen was talking to herself as there was no one around her.
However, in the next moment, the air in front of her flickered and a man dressed in black leather armor appeared.
The man looked like an average Sithian, except he had one of his horns missing.
Markos respectfully saluted the queen and addressed her question with a calm voice.
"Nothing out of the expectations of my queen."
"Everything went according to the plan, but there is one thing you might want to see."
Hearing Markos' words, the Queen's eyes flashed with interest.
After some time, both of them appeared in front of a building with a large sign hanging on top of it.
The Sithian soldiers guarding the place hurriedly bowed and shouted.
"Long live the Queen."
"Do your work, don't disturb the queen."
Markos looked at them and asked them not to disturb her.
"Bank of Eternal Origin." Lamia read those words in a low voice