1519 [Bonus chapter]Battle Over
No. No. No. No No. No.No!!~
Cletus had arrived in the room, only to see the escape door closing.
He slid to his knees and stretched his hands in horror.
50 breaths were up.
Bam!
The heavy door thundered, reminding Cletus he was still trapped in this Wing with that crazy bastard.
What to do? What to do?
Cletus wished to throw himself out a window to escape his fate.
But just like the windows in the wing's hall, these also had thick prison bars.
Cletus smashed his fists on the bars after opening the first layer of wooden covering to see this sight.
'Damn you! Damn you!!'
His separation had gotten the best of him so much that he didn't even know who he was cursing at.
Firstly, he felt disdainful towards the T.O.E.P for not being assertive enough after all the promises they gave him.
He was also angry at his savior turned enemy for disgusting his crowning glory.
And finally, he was hateful towards the Goddess and the heavens, who kept raining their heavenly poop below.
It seemed everything in the world was working against him. It was just not fair!
"Today is my day! I am monarch! I will be monarch! No one can take it away from me!!"
Holding the thick metal bars, he rocked his body back and forth, allowing his sweaty damp hair to fly about in a crazed manner.
" Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Da--..."
**freeze!**
Cletus suddenly froze, feeling a strange dread growing and gnawing at his insides.
His hands quivered.
And with a low turn, he threw his head behind his shoulders.
"I see you've been having fun, playing monarch by yourself."
Landon's voice was enough to make Cletus' legs turn jelly.
Turning his back and leaning in, he wished he could become one with the stony walls.
"You... You... Great savior... What do you want to be?"
Great savior?
Landon chuckled, seeing how the once arrogant Cletus was now humbling himself like a rat in a gutter.
"You call me savior. And as a man with ethics, I must live up to your expectations, right?"
Cletus' was blank.
How was he supposed to know what Landon means? At this point, even he knew his 'savior' wouldn't let him go.
Landon took one step forward, and Cletus leaned on the wall like tapestry.
"I see you enjoy playing [monarch] and [house]. Many little children in my empire enjoy playing house with Barbie too. In that case, why don't I take you to a better place where you'll be able to have more playmates around?"
"..."
The confused and dumbfounded Cletus soon found everything around him getting dark, the more he lost consciousness.
Barbie? What was that? And who were the other playmates this guy was talking about?
Lights out.
Landon stacked Cletus on his shoulders, on top of the T.O.E.P man, and headed out through the giant metal doors.
Of course, after passing, he locked the doors with the giant metal column, just as it had been before Cletus and the killer entered.
1, 2, 3...
Whoosh!
Landon vanished.
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Boom! Boom! Bam! Boom! Boom! Bang!!!!
For 6 long hours, the war never ceased.
Supporters were getting saved across the entire city, from north, south, east, west, and even central.
Hee~Hee~Hee~Hee~Hee~
The horses moved about anxious steps.
Animals were always sensitive to danger.
The many supporters in stained armor had sweat drilling down their gore-sprayed faces.
This sweat was mixed with blood that stung their eyes like tiny vipers.
All around them was nothing with a bloody rivet filled with death, weapons, chaos, and violence.
Today, they had been prepared to face all the storms and weather, standing beside his highness's camp.
But they had greatly underestimated the enemy.
To the left, to the right, to the sides... All around them!
The opposing nobles had sent their forces to surround them, strangling them from the middle.
Yes! Initially, they only thought the witch Camila, and maybe a few others would dare stand against his highness Gregory in the open.
But who would've known all these opposing forces would move out at once?
From the north zone, over 30 opposing novels gathered no less than 3,000 men each to surround the supporters. And this wasn't even including those Mushu sent.
They, the supporters, were shocked to know that their positions were all leaked and well known to the enemy.
Thus, it didn't take time for them to be at a disadvantage.
What's more, the enemy had garnered them in such a way that it would be near impossible for them to send for more backup!
And they also had a hunch that their main headquarters was under siege.
The enemy had got them good!
Tens of thousands had stormed into the city streets so suddenly, giving them no time to react.
They reckoned all enemy forces combined should be well over 600,000 men.
Some clansmen from opposing families lined in, going all out to support Cletus. And of course, some only sent a portion of their powers to aid in the war, still playing it safe.
Though inwardly, they felt it was a done deal, with only one Victor --- Cletus.
However, what they didn't take into account, was the will of the heavens.
And now, the tables have turned.
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It was a battle to behold!
At first, they were at a disadvantage. But an hour later, an assembly of metal creatures stormed the scene out of nowhere.
These creatures zoomed in and spat out other humans who aided them.
But this wasn't all.
The injured were being recorded and taken away in a steady stream.
Who am I? What am I?
The gang of supporters were too shocked for words.
They had expected to die but were somehow saved by these godly people and their heavenly artifacts.
What was also shocking was that there were women in the bunch!!
Captain Twain laid down on a strange soft mat, looking at the beautiful woman attending to his injuries.
Even as an adult man, because men and women were supposed to keep their distances, her holding his arm still made him very uncomfortable.
Some other men blushed hard too.
"I'm fine... You don't need to look after--"
"Stop moving." The lady commanded in a low but threatening voice.
"..."
Hello? Is this how you treat a patient?
Forget it.
Twain was finding himself very weird, not knowing how to act around such a Woman.
You have to know that women's careers were limited. They could be wetnurses or sick nurses, wiping off one's sweat, feeding a patient, and doing other menial tasks.
But who has ever heard of a female healer?
In the tent, several male and female healers were working equally.
Just from their conversations and their interactions, one could see how the men respected the women.
What a strange situation.
Of course, many were still ashamed because the women seemed stronger than they were.
F***!
Some wanted to die when recalling how a few women had carried them princess-style.
Some even carried them on their backs, making them question if their injuries had somehow made them lose all their weight.
This... This was embarrassing!!
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Twain was also embarrassed too. A lady and a man had carried him on a strange stretcher to this tent.
And the money he was out down, the last began increasing him without question.
Increasing him was what many heaters in the past had done.
But when it came to her... Can he say he felt violated?
(:Q^Q:)
Twain was also inwardly questioning his charms.
Because most ladies in this era wished to get married, they followed certain rules, not wanting to see a man's body unless it was their lover's or husband's.
So most would turn tomato-red when seeing Twain's thighs even if an arrow was plunged into them.
But this lady here, as well as the other females, never blushed or acted shy. Instead, they were quite bold and very focused on their duties.
Instead, their actions made the many long men redden, not daring to look at their faces.
"No... I'm really fine. You can go treat my friend over there first."
"F*** you! All I have is a broken leg, a dislocated shoulder, and 3 severed toes. So how is my situation? Be urgent? You go over and hell Rodney over there."
"You all are bastards! Miss, don't listen to him! Sure! I do have an arrow that somehow managed to go around my armor, landing on my butt, but believe me, it doesn't hurt at all! You just go over--"
~Thang!!
The arrow was yanked out before the man could finish his words.
In a nutshell, everything they said went into the eras of these female doctors and flew out from the other.
They had no time for nonsense!
"..."
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And just like that, the war had been won.
However, not all enemies were known to them...
How can this happen?
Camila and Mushu reached their estates, both with frantic expressions.
What did all this mean for them? This was what they had to figure out!
