The World Serpent

On the Indra Region of the Great Forest, where the Elven Nation of Elda stood. In the southern outskirts of the Indra Region, the border between the Calidus Desert and the Great Forest. Only a wasteland could be found. It has been days since the Elven Defense lost the defensive against the Great Desert Army. 

The Great Desert Army began building Hive Hatcheries within the southern outskirts of the Elven Nation. Their numbers were increasing, and the elven deaths were increasing with it. With their army growing and evolving from each battle, it was clear that to defeat them was to thoroughly exterminate them from existence. 

In the heavens, an Elven ship was flying through the vast skies. The Great Desert Army had its own flying units. Fortunately, their flying units were ineffective against Elven ships. Though, relying on such a fact would be foolish. After all, the Great Desert Army was known for the ability to swiftly evolve. 

In the bridge of the Elven ship, which was a frigate-class flying ship. The Captain was gazing upon the heavens with a serious expression plastered on his face. It has been a while since he received the orders. The orders were quite simple. It was to drop bombs onto the Southern Outskirts of the Elven Nation. 

It was a strategy to stop the advance and the growth of the ever-growing Great Desert Army. 

"How long do we have until we reach the target area?" The Captain asked with a stern voice. He turned his eyes towards the personnel on the bridge. Two seconds later, one of them answered with a calm voice and reported the estimated time until they reached the destination. 

"An hour until we reach the destination. We will be the first ones to drop the bomb, and other ships behind us will follow." His words echoed as the Captain nodded in satisfaction. He has been in battle against the enemies, and he knew that despite being beasts or monsters. They were cunning as the devils.

"The operating systems are still okay."

"No flying enemies detected within 500km radius around the ship."

"Weather conditions are optimal."

After a crew reported the estimated time until they reached the destination, the remaining crews also reported the status of the ship. It appears that they weren't in any danger, and the enemies were not near them. These were a piece of good news though the Captain knew that there was no such thing as safe in the enemy territory.

The Captain shook his head and turned his gaze towards the crew behind him. He held his head high and spoke with a calm voice. "It's time to remind you of our battle plan. Our Great Ruler has personally ordered for this battle plan to happen. We must achieve it no matter what. For the sake of the Elven Race and for our Great Ruler."

"The Strategy is simple. Frigates have been ordered to bomb the Southern Outskirts of the Elven Nation. We need to destroy it until it becomes full of magma. With that, the Great Desert Army would have a hard time reinforcing their invading armies. After the decimation of the borders, the Main Heaven Navy would begin scorching the land."

"The Elven Grand Army would quarantine the Southern Outskirts and stop the Great Desert Army from advancing. The Frigates would return and help the Heaven Navy on scorching the quarantined lands." The Captain explained the battle plan as the crews around him nodded in understanding. They continued their voyage into the Southern Borders of the Elven Nation.

Meanwhile, in the Elven Flying Island, the Elven Capital where the Great Ruler of Elves lives, A Female Elf was looking through the reports with a serious expression. She was the Great Ruler of the Elves, known as Drya. The Border Defense got destroyed, and the Great Desert Army was invading at full speed. Fortunately, the Occidental Region would finish their war and reinforce the Indra Region.

The Strategy of the Great Ruler of Azathoth was quite interesting. Elves were known as the Race of Nature. They had learned to live in harmony with nature. Nevertheless, even with their past histories. Drya had her full focus on the safety of the Elven Nation. With this, she didn't hesitate on using the Scorch Strategy. 

According to the studies about the Great Desert Army, they need biomass to make their Hive Hatcheries give birth to soldiers. Fortunately, the Calidus Desert lacked biomass though the same couldn't be said with the Inda Region. A Region of the Great Forest teeming with life. A Place the Great Desert Army would thrive and grow. 

To defeat them, the first thing Drya needed to do was stop them from giving birth to more soldiers. The Scorch Strategy includes such a subject. Poisoning the land, Scorching the land, Destroying the land, and Purging the land of life. Drya accepted the Scorch Strategy with these notions in mind. And, the Elven Generals agreed with her thoughts. 

"The Great War isn't going great for me. Who asked for monsters that could replicate via biomass? That's like the worse enemies for the Elven Race. Maybe, that is the reason why we are fighting against such monsters. It's because they are the worse enemies of the Elves. Wouldn't that mean that someone brought them into the Calidus Desert to replicate?" 

Drya had a theory in mind. She didn't know if it was a good theory or not. She also didn't have enough time to investigate such a theory. She would have to wait for the news about the Strategy. Thinking about the Great Desert Army, Drya stood up and started stretching her body. 

"It's time to take care of the Great Rulers in the Great Desert Army. I should exterminate all of them so that the strategy would be successful." Drya smirked while thinking about the damn bastards that gave her a lot of paperwork. She would want to personally break their necks if they had one. 

"Let's go... I'll have to introduce myself and break them before they decide to interfere with the bomber." Drya slowly faded from the spot. A Bloody Battle was about to start within the Southern Outskirts of the Elven Nation. Mountains would get flattened, and Plains would get split apart. Forests would burn, and lakes would boil. Rivers would carry blood and corpses while the Heavens would get engulfed by the dark ashen clouds. 

The flames of the Great War would spread in the Southern Outskirts of the Elven Nation. Ships would pass in the smoke-covered skies and bring down the hammer of decimation upon the land conquered by the Great Desert Army. Then, mushroom clouds will form, creating a beautiful scenery of chaos and destruction. 

On the Northern Outskirts between the Occidental Region and the Endless Grassland, the area where the Ogre and Orks constructed their camps. A Silver-haired young girl revealed herself levitating on the heavens. She was gazing upon the Ogre and Ork camps with her golden amber eyes as if she was looking at ants below her. 

Alarms echoed within the Ogre and Ork Camps. The Great Ruler of the Ork and Ogre exited their Main Camp and looked at the heavens. They couldn't believe the powerful pressure pressing on them came from a young girl that appears to be fragile as glass. 

"Is she the Great Ruler of Azathoth? The Occidental Guardian of the Occidental Region?" Aife said with a shaken voice. She shook her head and decided to calm herself. She looked at the heavens with a determined gaze and waited for the Occidental Guardian to speak her first words.

The Great Ruler of the Orks, on the other hand, was completely frozen. This was the second time he had met with the Occidental Guardian. The first one was the meeting with a Gigantic Serpent. He couldn't believe that a Giant Serpent could be contained in such a small body. It was simply unbelievable for him. 

"The World Serpent, the Occidental Guardian of the Occidental Region. Is there something you want from the Orks and the Ogres?" The Great Ruler of the Orks asked with a calm voice. His words echoed in the area as Aife turned her eyes towards him with an aloof expression. 

The Ogres and Orks in the area were incredibly nervous. After all, it was their first time meeting with the Occidental Guardian. A powerful Great Ruler from the rumors. If the things from the rumors were true. The Occidental Guardian could simply decimate the entire Northern Outskirts and live as if nothing had happened. 

"Correct, there is something I need. I want the absolute loyalty of the Ogres and the Orks. Disagreement is forbidden." Persia's serene words echoed as she looked at those below her with her Golden Amber Eyes. She had something in mind when gazing upon the Orks and the Ogres. As Inquisitors were more or less like an Elite Army. She would have to form an army of Minions. 

Aife had an expression of disbelief. She had originally thought that she would have to impress the Occidental Guardian to continue living in the Endless Grassland. She had never thought that the Occidental Guardian would want the Ogre Clan to be under her. It was something unexpected for Aife. 

The Great Ruler of the Orks, on the other hand, was deeply thinking about it. After meeting with the Occidental Guardian, he had known that there was no way for the Endless Grassland to win the Great War against the Occidental Region. He always thought that the only way out would be extinction.

Fortunately, he was wrong. 

The two Great Rulers then kneeled towards Persia and declared their allegiance. 

""We will serve the Great Ruler of Azathoth until the extinction of our race!!!""

How greedy Persia was, the Quality of the Inquisitors and the Quantity of the newly gained subordinates.