Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 733: The War

The terrain had transformed beyond recognition.

Only hours earlier, the Everlight Moon Guild's orderly and grand domain had become a chaotic battlefield overshadowed by an enormous army and an overwhelming mana pressure. Thousands of Awakened faced each other across the field... but neither army stirred.

A tense hush hung in the air. Not peaceful quiet, but the eerie stillness heralding an impending storm.

Everlight Moon's troops formed ranks on one flank, from novice Awakened to elite veterans. Strange entities flanked them, their auras alien even to the guild's own members.

These were Daniel’s Fallen, of course.

One of the guild's most potent aces. Immortal warriors with boundless might, they loomed like a terrifying dream for the foes.

Yet not every Fallen was present. Slightly over half graced the field now, the others vanished from sight.

Whether by design... or mishap, none could say.

Opposing them, the Goblin Guild's horde arrayed itself with brutal discipline. Their presences radiated feral savagery, driven solely by slaughter and ruin.

Evidently, they were forged for combat. A army honed for precisely such a clash.

Raw ferocity seeped from their forms. And amid their ranks, figures exuded peril even from afar.

No side rushed to strike. Neither appeared ready to launch an assault.

Why?

Both watched intently.

Assessing. Scheming. Stalking.

The Goblin Guild enjoyed superiority, particularly after prior events that inflicted psychological blows on Everlight Moon's ranks. Some had perished even before combat erupted.

Crucially, the guild's timeframe to erect defenses and tactics had been shattered. Those scum had wrecked it all, causing the protective barriers to crumble prematurely.

Gazes scanned barricades, ranges, arrays, and tiniest flaws.

One error.

Just one.

And total ruin would follow.

This conflict promised annihilation for the vanquished. No refuge would remain for them in the nation.

Overhead, clouds drifted apart gradually. Faint sunlight filtered down, ignored by all.

Civilians had been cleared out long ago. No innocents lingered.

None.

This arena... served war alone.

Suddenly, battle ignited.

Goblin Guild struck first. No alert. No signal.

Simply a blast.

A torrent of Awakened charged like a dark flood. Earth cracked underfoot, atmosphere quaked from their charge.

"Charge forward!"

Simultaneously, Everlight Moon's ranks surged ahead.

Collision.

Roar.

Bloodshed.

In moments, the field descended into infernal mayhem.

Swords clashed, magic detonated overhead, cries drowned in frenzy.

Daniel’s Fallen infiltrated foe lines like predators unleashed on quarry, mute yet lethal.

One such being, part-man part-shadow, plunged into adversaries and cleaved three asunder in one fluid strike.

Nearby, an Everlight Moon Awakened pulverized the earth with a punch, hurling rock and mana at enemies, yet before inhaling, a dagger slit his neck from the rear.

No respite. No pity.

Solely endurance... and devastation.

The very soil buckled under the fray. Structures toppled sequentially, roads fractured, and soon the zone became a wasteland of debris.

Yet amid turmoil... order lurked beneath.

Though Goblin Guild advanced substantially, they confronted a grave obstacle.

The Fallens.

They formed the war's chief wildcard. Ordinary troops couldn't counter them, and elites intervening would draw swarms of Fallen, creating a pounding migraine.

Within the guild's secluded realm, a chamber repurposed as headquarters gripped a somber quiet, pierced by status updates.

A vast hologram map hovered centrally. Light markers for units flickered ceaselessly... some winking out.

Varnos eyed it with icy focus. Lana stood at his side, face grim, her typical whimsy gone.

"The west flank pulls back," Aron reported.

"East pushes ahead strongly, though."

"At this rate, equilibrium holds... temporarily," Sera noted, gaze fixed on stats.

Lana slammed her palm on the surface.

"No. Insufficient. They're probing our defenses."

Goblin Guild had clashed with Daniel’s Fallen at the ritual, so countermeasures likely existed.

Unless overconfidence led them to rely on raw power.

She rejected that notion—their actions always brimmed with schemes and deceptions.

How could they overlook prepping for so pivotal a factor?

Naturally, Fallen disrupted mainly war's outset.

The paramount wildcard across the strife... was Daniel.

A secret none grasped.

"Indeed... they withhold their utmost strength," Varnos agreed deliberately.

Moments of quiet.

"We'll mirror them." His stare lifted.

All faces swiveled to him.

"Assemble a legion."

Hush.

"Half from Daniel’s Fallen... half our top Awakened."

Darius smirked.

"About time for real action."

"Objective... Goblin Guild's core," Varnos pressed on.

"Pull the fight into their home ground?" Lana's eyes flared briefly.

"Precisely."

His look hardened further.

"Pure defense spells doom. We must compel their division."

That wasn't sole aim. He craved their bastion to taste invasion. Untouched, their order endured.

No holds barred here.

"High stakes..." Sera murmured. Goblin arrays packed immense power; breaching uncertain.

"Such is warfare."

"...Agreed. I'll command the legion." Lana inhaled sharply.

Varnos shot her a quick look, offering no protest.

"Send them out."

Instantly, map segments detached, arrowing toward Goblin turf.

Conflict spilled beyond one spot.

On the field, ferocity escalated.

Fronts shattered, regrouped, crumbled anew.

Next instants defied foresight.

But through bedlam, a shift occurred.

Abruptly.

Soundlessly.

From Goblin lines, elite figures advanced. In their grips, ominous energy coalesced.

Mana. Yet twisted, denser, shadowed.

Varnos jerked his head up, scanning screens.

Dread gripped him.

"...What—?"

Too late.

Flash. A searing blaze.

Then—

Stillness.

Briefly, noise ceased entirely. Next heartbeat, map lights halved... extinguished.

Concurrently, on the field, hordes of Everlight Moon Awakened crumpled.

No cries. No response time. Forms hit dirt limp, gazes vacant.

Slain.

Dreadful quiet swept the field. Then wails erupted.

"What happened—?!"

"What in blazes was that!?"

In command hub, speech halted.

Lana's eyes bulged. Her fingers shook.

"...Half..." she choked out.

"Half our troops..."

Varnos remained mute.

He fixed on the map.

And in his depths... genuine fury ignited.

Half their army erased in one stroke.