Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 730: The War Begins

The surroundings of the Everlight Moon Guild brimmed with tension, not solely from the thousands of Awakened who encircled the whole guild in a deathly hush

But from the oppressive force surging through the very air. Mana had thickened immensely, rendering breath a struggle for the frail.

The cause was straightforward. Tens of thousands of Awakened converged in one spot. Individual strengths aside, their combined might crushed the atmosphere.

Far off, a colossal army resembling a dark tide fully besieged the guild's domain. Goblin Guild banners fluttered amid their ranks, with endless troops extending beyond sight.

They unleashed their full auras, spawning a horrifying pressure spanning dozens of kilometers, as though the heavens might crumble any instant.

Those auras pulsed with fury and murderous intent.

Atop the guild's walls perched Varnos, his stare icy and detached, like this spectacle was routine, like he'd anticipated this day for ages.

Yet, a flicker of anxiety hid deep in his gaze. Despite bolstering his guild's morale, he knew victory odds paled against defeat.

It went beyond sheer numbers. The true threat lay in the foe boasting a Heavenly King, while his father hadn't ascended there yet.

He'd reached out to his father with the crisis details, and astonishingly, the reply was merely: endure.

On the opposing battlefield flank, a figure advanced.

The Goblin Guild's chief.

Each stride sent faint quakes through the earth, while nearby mana warped bizarrely, as if reality bowed to his might.

Mighty commanders flanked him, their presences dwarfing the common fighter.

His gaze fixed on Varnos.

"I didn’t think that after what you did, you would still dare to stand in front of me."

His tone stayed even, yet seethed with undeniable rage.

"You should be grateful you’re still alive. If it weren’t for those ridiculous tricks, you’d already be dead," Varnos mocked.

A brief hush fell.

"You talk too much for someone who ran away," Alaric's lips curled into a frosty smirk.

"The successor of the Goblin Guild is dead... and now you think this ends here?"

"It was the result of his own greed and stupidity."

This time, the quiet deepened intensely.

The aerial strain mounted, both factions teetering on eruption, though neither struck first.

Why?

Both realized time held utmost value now.

Within the guild, scores of mages and array masters toiled. Glowing lines spiderwebbed the floors, intricate runes ignited sequentially, enormous magic formations bloomed across guild zones.

Varnos, eyes glued to adversaries, barked a resolute order:

"Fully activate Celestial Aegis, no weak points."

Instantly, the earth shuddered. A gigantic light pillar erupted from the guild's core skyward.

Multiple shimmering energy barriers swiftly unfurled, soon enveloping the guild in a vast dome, a barrier severing them from the outer chaos.

Yet this marked just the start.

Shortly after, the Goblin Guild leader lifted his palm.

Then slashed it downward.

"Attack."

Chaos erupted. The heavens morphed into a warzone in a flash.

A barrage of abilities, incantations, and ruinous strikes rained from the Goblin forces onto the radiant dome. Energy surges, each potent enough to pulverize structures, hammered the Celestial Aegis relentlessly.

The dome quivered.

Yet held firm.

Shouts and updates rang inside the guild ceaselessly.

"The western line is under heavy pressure!"

"Array energy at eighty-five percent!"

Another blast rocked it.

"Seventy percent!"

Faint luminous fissures spidered over the dome's skin, slender yet stark. This onslaught was no trifle—the enemies arrived primed for total war.

Meanwhile, buried in the guild's depths lay a portal to another realm, where a vast chamber hastily became a war hub. Giant charts plastered walls, live intel streamed in, commanders issued vital calls.

Aron Velsar, stern-faced tactician overseeing defenses, commanded without pause.

"Focus the defensive units on the west. Don’t let the pressure increase."

Nearby, Serah Lunaris eyed the stats piercingly.

"If this continues, Celestial Aegis won’t last more than ten minutes."

Celestial Aegis stood as their premier safeguard and ace, an exorbitantly forged array shielding the guild.

It endured five Heavenly King strikes. Thus, it ranked among the nation's mightiest barriers, scarce equals.

Deployment made sense: war didn't scare them, but unlike foes, preparations lagged, demanding setup before full clash.

Darius Kane, assault commander, strode up grinning savagely.

"Then why are we still here? Just give the order, I’ll crush half their army myself."

Before replies, a steady voice cut from the room's edge.

"None of them."

Gazes swiveled to Daniel.

He lounged on the couch like the turmoil outside was a dream, but his lifted eyes held a chill silencing even Darius.

Varnos arched a brow.

"Daniel, which sector do you want to take?"

"None."

Hush descended.

Daniel rose leisurely. These room occupants were strangers to him.

Truthfully, guild ties were thin; only Varnos and Lana were familiar.

Now, in this strategy den, he'd encountered the guild's other S-rankers. All Early S-rank, paling beside him.

"I prefer to act alone... I’ll lead my Fallen myself."

Some bristled to protest, but Varnos halted them with a gesture.

"Fine."

Then Elira Vas, intel and analysis overseer who'd watched data quietly, jerked her head up.

Her eyes slitted.

"Something’s not right..."

All stared her way.

"Inside the guild... we’re detecting abnormal mana fluctuations."

A few heartbeats of quiet.

Then—

A shriek pierced.

In a hall corner, an Awakened crumpled to knees. His frame shook violently, and upon raising his face...

His eyes turned unnatural.

Shadowy. Void.

Deranged.

"What—?!"

Before reactions, he pounced at the closest soul with eerie velocity.

Blood sprayed.

Screams erupted.

Then one more.

And another.

In moments, multiple guildmates turned berserk, savaging neighbors mercilessly, devoid of restraint, utterly hijacked.

"What are they doing?!"

"They’ve gone crazy!"

But pale-faced Elira denied it.

"No... this isn’t madness. This is controlled!"