Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 749: Decisive Battles Begins

Just moments prior, the war room had been the very space where they stood, yet now it felt entirely transformed.

The air hung oppressively thick. The conflict had surged to critically perilous stages, where any shift might swiftly dictate the war's ultimate verdict.

Though the Everlight Moon Guild lacked the Goblin Guild's full readiness, retreating after pushing this deep was never an option for them.

Either total annihilation awaited them today or tomorrow, or triumph would elevate them to the nation's dominant Guild.

"The enemy array is complete," Eliera announced gravely, her focus locked unwaveringly on the data.

Silence descended sharply. Every gaze locked onto the enormous map dominating the room's center.

Yet now, beyond mere glowing force markers, vast... intricate... interlocking lines blanketed the full expanse of Everlight Moon Guild territory.

Resembling a colossal, elaborate web, foes had successfully deployed the array—a formation poised to grant them immense strategic superiority.

Regrettably, halting its completion had eluded them.

"This isn’t just an ordinary array... it’s covering the entire region," Eliera pressed on, her tone steady yet laden with gravity.

Irritation seethed within her over their delayed detection. How could an array manifest unchecked within their own domain?

Such profound enemy incursions grated deeply, largely enabled by their stealth concealment tools.

Absent Daniel’s timely caution, obliviousness to the array's regional activation would linger even now, courting utter devastation.

"Mana enhancement... disruption of senses... restriction of movement..." With a gesture, she magnified key segments.

"These represent merely a fraction of this array’s powers, and they... have reshaped this territory into the enemy’s favored killing ground."

Seconds of profound hush elapsed before Varenos drew a heavy breath, tearing his stare from the map.

Alas, this deed stood irreversible, beyond reversal. Circumstances having reached this juncture, plunging ahead while adapting amid combat offered their only recourse.

He fully grasped its catastrophic implications and stinging humiliation.

"...So it has started." His declaration rang out firm and unyielding, filling the chamber without delay.

"Emergency situation... final level."

The room's tension spiked palpably—this transcended mere command; it heralded the war's prior phase concluding.

"All restrictions are lifted." Shadows deepened in his eyes.

"Commanders... prepare to enter the battle." His scrutiny swept across every face.

"This is the moment that decides... which Guild remains."

Not a soul protested or queried, for all recognized this turning point as absolute.

Fear found no hold among them. Dire straits loomed, with today potentially their final breath, yet surrender or flight never crossed their minds.

This Guild claimed their profound debt. Their current standing and might stemmed wholly from it.

For it, they stood ready to battle to their dying breaths.

"They activated the array, which means their commanders are entering," Varenos pressed swiftly, gesturing across the map.

"We won’t let them focus." Intensity sharpened his stare.

Array prevention having failed, alternative tactics would shatter enemy formations, demanding greater strain yet leaving no alternatives.

"We’ll divide the battles."

"You want to pull them into the void?" Sarah responded evenly.

"Exactly." Varenos affirmed with a nod.

"This city can’t withstand this level of power."

S-rank clashes wielded city-shattering force. Without void relocation, the capital faced ruin, risking unwanted external meddling—a scenario he abhorred.

"They’re coming," Eliera interjected abruptly.

Gazes snapped back to the map. Four blips, four colossal auras approaching from distinct flanks.

Even through the display, their mana surges registered vividly.

"Four commanders... each with a legion of peak A-ranks," Eliera detailed.

Preparation shone evident in this massive assault, primed to obliterate Everlight Moon Guild's every foundation.

Beyond the walls, heavens tore asunder, four mana pillars crashing down. Earth fractured underfoot while skies quaked.

Trailing them marched legions—Awakened whose individual auras could alone warp battlefields.

Dozens converged now. Assault erupted sans prelude or preamble.

Not as a mindless wave, but with precision. The legions charged at support points, dispersed troops, and critical routes.

Each action precisely planned. They aimed to shatter the formation.

In the war room, Varenos spoke without hesitation.

"Split up."

"Each of you... take one." His eyes fixed on the commanders.

"Finally our turn," Darius grinned, his smile fierce.

From the battle's outset to this very moment, he had longed for the chance to plunge into combat and butcher the foes himself, and at last, that moment had come.

How could he not rejoice? He would massacre those scum who dared attack their Guild!

"It was overdue," Aaron nodded with composure.

"Coordinate with me," Sarah drew a deep breath.

"I’ll manage the data from there," Eliera hesitated briefly, then her gaze turned razor-sharp.

On the battlefield, the first clash erupted, space fracturing like glass crushed by overwhelming force.

The heavens split, rifts tearing open wherever a commander met an enemy counterpart.

The void.

Darius lunged at one commander with a curt laugh, both engulfed into a fissure of light and shadow upon impact.

Aaron lifted his shield, blocked a mana surge, then hurled himself into the abyss.

Sarah faded amid streams of light. Her trace became nearly impossible to follow.

Eliera paused an instant, eyes devouring the data, then... stepped ahead and vanished into the rift.

In mere seconds, four independent battlegrounds took shape.

Four confrontations so fierce this world could hardly endure them.

Within the Guild, enemy legions pressed forward relentlessly, their cadence unbroken even leaderless.

In the war room, silence fell once more. Varenos stood solitary, eyes on the map but attention... distant.

Far away, he sensed a mighty aura—not merely equal to his own, but arguably surpassing it.

The aura of the country's foremost known S-rank, the Goblin Guild's leader.

Yet Alaric remained inactive. The reason eluded them, but he clearly intended to stay out of it personally.

He appeared to be biding his time.

But for what? That secret likely belonged to him alone.

Varenos stayed put as well. He oversaw the entire field.

The crucial battles had at last commenced.