Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 685: Retreat

Silence lingered across the ruined battlefield after Ethan disappeared through the portal.

The remaining nobles stood rooted to the ground while looking at the empty space where he had vanished. Their hearts were still beating wildly, and the fear on their faces had yet to disappear. None of them had expected the situation to reach such a point.

One of the nobles slowly stepped forward. His face had turned pale while his hands trembled slightly.

"Your Highness..."

"What should we do now?"

His voice carried both nervousness and hope as he looked toward Crown Prince Haster.

The others also turned their eyes toward Haster. They quietly waited for his decision while trying to read the expression on his face.

Haster remained silent.

He slowly looked around at every noble standing before him.

His eyes quietly swept across their frightened faces one after another. His expression was so cold that several nobles unconsciously lowered their heads. The surrounding atmosphere became heavier with every passing second.

After a long moment, Haster slowly closed his eyes.

He quietly took a deep breath before opening them again.

The coldness on his face gradually disappeared, and his expression once again became calm and composed as though nothing had happened.

Without saying a single word, he slowly turned his head toward the two Transcendent Knights standing behind him.

He gave them a small nod.

That simple movement instantly made the atmosphere freeze.

The two Transcendent Knights immediately understood the order.

SWISH!

Both figures disappeared at the same time.

The surrounding nobles had barely reacted when the first scream echoed across the battlefield.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

Blood sprayed into the air while one noble was sent flying backward. Before his body even touched the ground, another Transcendent Knight appeared beside a second noble and swung his sword without the slightest hesitation.

CLANG!

The desperate noble tried to block the attack, but the difference in strength was simply too great.

BOOOOM!

His weapon shattered into pieces, and he was violently thrown into the broken rocks while blood poured from his mouth.

"W... Wait!"

"Your Highness!"

"What are you doing?!"

Several nobles cried out in panic while hurriedly stepping backward.

One of them immediately dropped to his knees.

"Please spare us!"

"We won't say anything!"

"I swear on my life!"

Another noble quickly followed.

"We have served the Empire for years!"

"We remained loyal!"

"Please, Your Highness!"

"We will never reveal what happened here!"

Fear completely filled their faces while their voices trembled uncontrollably.

However...

Haster did not even turn around.

He simply stood there quietly for a brief moment before taking a slow step forward.

Then another.

And another.

His cloak gently swayed behind him while the desperate cries echoed throughout the dead land.

"Your Highness!"

"Please!"

"Save us!"

"AAAAAHHH!"

The screams continued one after another while powerful explosions shook the battlefield.

BOOOOM!

CLAAANG!

The Transcendent Knights moved like merciless executioners.

Every swing of their swords ended another life.

The terrified nobles desperately tried to flee while others attempted to fight back, but none of it made any difference. The gap between them and the Transcendent Knights was simply too great.

Blood stained the already ruined ground while cries of pain gradually faded into silence.

Throughout it all...

Haster never looked back.

He calmly continued walking away from the battlefield with both hands folded behind his back. His footsteps remained steady while his expression did not change in the slightest.

After several more steps, he quietly spoke to himself.

"Useless fools..."

"They always step into things they should never step into."

His calm voice quietly drifted through the cold wind.

Behind him, the last screams slowly disappeared.

...

Inside the barracks, the soldiers had finally returned after the troublesome battles. They had fought continuously against the monster tide and then against the Allied Army, so every man looked exhausted. Some sat outside their tents while quietly eating whatever food they could find. Others cleaned the blood from their weapons, and a few simply leaned against wooden posts with their eyes closed, trying to recover even a little strength before the next battle.

Inside one of the tents, Randall and Noel quietly sat opposite each other while sharpening their swords. The steady sound of whetstones rubbing against steel echoed through the tent as both men silently focused on their work.

After several moments, Randall finally broke the silence.

"Where has he gone?"

"It has been so long."

His voice carried obvious frustration while he continued sharpening his blade.

Noel calmly wiped the edge of his sword with a clean cloth before replying.

"The danger might have exceeded their preliminary assumption."

He carefully examined the sharp edge before giving a small nod.

"Otherwise, My Lord would have returned by now."

Randall frowned.

"I don't like this feeling."

"The longer they stay away, the more uneasy I become."

Noel quietly nodded in agreement.

"So do I."

The two continued talking while leisurely maintaining their weapons. Neither of them noticed the faint fluctuations of space forming outside the tent.

Then suddenly...

SWISH!

A portal abruptly appeared inside the tent.

The sudden disturbance startled both men.

They immediately stood up and instinctively grabbed their swords.

The portal slowly widened before two figures stepped out.

The moment Randall and Noel recognized the person standing there, both of their expressions drastically changed.

"My Lord!"

Both of them cried out in shock.

Their eyes immediately shifted toward the unconscious figure Ethan was carrying over his shoulder.

"Duke Osantra!"

Randall's face instantly turned pale.

"What happened?"

"What is going on?"

He hurriedly stepped forward, but Ethan simply raised one hand to stop him.

"I don't have time to explain."

His voice was calm, but everyone could hear the urgency behind it.

"Prepare for Code One."

The words instantly changed both Randall's and Noel's expressions.

Without asking another question, they immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

Just then Ethan raised his voice.

"Maverick!"

His shout echoed throughout the surrounding tents.

Almost instantly, a gust of wind swept through the area.

SWISH!

Maverick appeared before Ethan and immediately bowed.

"My Lord."

Ethan only glanced at him briefly before speaking.

"Teleport."

Maverick did not ask any questions.

"Understood."

Without wasting another second, he immediately took out two ancient scrolls.

He threw both of them into the air.

The scrolls floated upward before glowing brightly.

The symbols written upon them suddenly left the parchment and merged together, forming a massive glowing infinity symbol in the air.

The surrounding space violently trembled.

BOOOOM!

The symbol suddenly folded inward before transforming into a gigantic swirling portal.

A powerful whirlpool of spatial energy appeared before everyone.

At the same time, Ethan looked toward Noel and Randall.

"Gather the Order of Eternal Blade."

"Immediately."