Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The enemy at the gap didn't know any of this. For them they kept simply trying to penetrate the gap with all their might. However the traps Gor and Deem laid weren't simply limited to the mine field.

Just as they passed the minefield, strange things started to flash all around. Heavy rocks that came from the mountains of the sect started to be teleported under the magic of arrays.

Like there were endless portals flashing all around, throwing heavy rocks over the heads of everyone trespassing here.

The gap started to be covered in rocks instead of dead bodies, yet blood stained everything with its crimson red color.

Screams of pain came non-stop from the front, while it never stopped also from the back.

Amera kept flashing all around. As her aim changed, she became more dangerous, far more dangerous than before.

Each place she visited was literally doomed. No one ever managed to stand against her or even stop her for a brief moment.

She was unstoppable! Jumping here and there, slashing her spear non-stop and without hesitation to kill anyone with hidden world portals.

At the same time Doaf and his forces scattered around. Despite Doaf lacking the ability to move as fast as her, he wasn't any less deadly either.

Anywhere he went was devastated with his double swords. As for his elites, they weren't a force to be reckoned with either.

They kept running amok among the large number of the enemy around. Despite being overwhelmed with numbers, and being in the heart of the enemy; they didn't face much struggle to begin with.

The lousy leaders of the enemy seemed to be dead fixed on breaching the sect. They were here to get rid of such undesirable variables, and they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice everyone for such a purpose.

So they ordered everyone to simply ignore Amera and Doaf and focus only on pushing forward through the gap.

However no matter how much they threw at this gap, it looked like a bottomless abyss itself. Death was the sole result of anyone daring to step there.

Screams of pain and the smell of death flooded from that direction. Amera and Doaf were delighted to see such a result. Doaf knew this was the act of Arthur's men stationed inside.

For one moment he felt grateful for his unexpectedly critical decision back then. And yet the next moment he felt despair for losing his capable young master.

He now knew why his grandmaster took the trouble of nourishing such youth from such a low realm. If it was him, he would never see anything special about Arthur.

But his grandmaster was someone in another realm of his own. Doaf knew this for so long and now he was proven right in his thoughts.

As for Amera, she only focused on not letting Arthur's men's actions be wasted. She knew the traps were deadly, but in fact they were limited.

At some point things would change the moment these traps got depleted from the massive numbers of the enemy.

And so she returned to point zero again; she had to decrease the number of those portals as soon as possible.

This was the way she knew to decrease the number of the enemies by a huge chunk. This was the only way she knew of.

And thus she started to push herself even further in the next hour. During this hour she appeared like a flash of light, creating only after images at anyplace she visited.

For her this was going slightly overboard, but she could only do this little to help in this war.

She knew what her man did, what Arthur sacrificed to save her and others. He didn't hesitate to go beyond her reach, anyone's reach and sacrificed his life for her to live.

The war kept raging in a brutal way for an entire hour. During this time, Nicole led her forces in a brave way to kill all the long ranged mages.

Then she turned her deadly blades towards the main body of the enemy.

This sudden shift trembled the ground underneath the enemies. They were now squeezed between her two forces, getting killed from the heart by Amera and Doaf's forces, plus the deadly traps up front.

In addition to that, the efforts of those in the heart of the enemy troops finally brought fruit. The number of the enemy reinforcements showed a sharp decrease after this hour, making it possible to win this war.

However just as the hour ended, and as Amera feared, the traps reached an end as well.

Mages and monsters finally could advance without getting bombarded by all kinds of booby traps. The sect was just in reach, a few more minutes and they could reach there.

"We need to stop them!" Amera saw this happening and couldn't help but scream at the distant Doaf. Doaf turned his gaze and realized the great danger the sect was going through.

However even before he could make up his mind or think about anything to do, a mighty roaring cheer came from the sect itself.

Thousands... tens of thousands of cultivators appeared all of sudden from the peaks. They were wielding their weapons, wearing their armors, and ready to fight.

"At last..." Doaf could only take a deep breath as he finally saw the victory looming from far.

The enemy didn't need to face any traps this time, but a mighty army of angry cultivators who were ready to give away their lives to save their sect.

And the fight started between the two sides in the most brutal and bloody way.

"Let's keep cutting their reinforcements," Doaf raised both swords in the air and screamed in what Amera took as the shout of victory.

Like him she also saw victory in reach. All they needed to do now was to make sure no more forces would step on this land, and leave the rest for the cultivators of the sect.

The two didn't do this out of their helplessness or exhaustion. In fact in less than two more hours they already killed anyone with the ability to summon portals of other hidden realms to here.

But despite that they didn't turn their blades towards the army around or tried to go to the front to help in the ongoing battle.

They both silently agreed and without any contact at all to let the cultivators have their moment.