“What are you doing?” Flamma asked the Half-Elf who was holding onto the Magical Cannon as if it was something very precious.

“Taking my spoils,” Lux replied. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to chase after the soldiers of the Haca Dynasty?”

“Mother told me not to go.”

“Okay. Don’t disturb me.”

Flamma wanted to chat with Lux more, but after seeing that he was focusing all of his attention on taking control over the Magical Cannon, he decided to just watch him.

Truth be told, when Lux defeated him during their duel, Flamma had started to recognize the Half-Elf’s strength. It was the first time that he had lost to someone in the same age group, so he paid close attention to whatever the Half-Elf was doing.

This recognition grew exponentially after he discovered that Lux was actually the Guildmaster of the only Mythical Guild in the world.

When the World Announcement was made, declaring that the first Mythical Guild of the world was created, Flamma dreamed about becoming one of its members.

Orcs were Monsters, so they didn’t have a sense of belonging when it came to a Guild.

Their Clan was their family, and that was their concept of belonging to a group. However, that didn’t mean that they were ignorant of the so-called Guilds that the Humans and other nations had.

After joining Heaven’s Gate and suddenly gaining a boost in strength, as well as getting the Guild Buffs, Flamma thought that being in a Guild was really nice.

‘I hope Mother wouldn’t order us to leave the Guild,’ Flamma thought. ‘Also, what are these words appearing in front of me?’

Since Flamma had nothing to do, he tried to better understand what being in a Guild was like. It was at that moment when he discovered the Guild Chat.

Currently, Randolph, Grandma Annie, Laura, and Livia, were informing the other members of Heaven’s Gate on what was happening on their mission to the Wanid Kingdom.

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[ Guild Chat ]

“What?! You’re getting treasures?!”

Cai’s message flashed in front of Flamma’s eyes, which surprised the Half-Orc.

“I should have gone with you guys! I’m so jealous! Fei Fei, let’s go!”

“Wei~”

“Cai, I told Rose what you’re planning to do,” Keane replied. “She said that you better behave yourself if you don’t want another beating.”

“Hahaha… Um, what are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere, right Fei Fei?”

“Wei~”

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Flamma was quite amused after seeing the rows of text that were appearing in front of him. He still didn’t know how to use this function, so he simply read everything that was being discussed inside the Guild Chat.

Lux gave the Half-Orc a side-long glance, and the corner of his lips rose up a bit. Truth be told, he didn’t know if he would be able to keep the majority of the Blackrock Clan inside his Guild.

But, he was fine with that.

As long as Lady Avyanna, Barca, Baronar, Oreg, Tanabur, and Mogazar remained, Asmodeus’ plan for getting strong members into his Guild worked.

Also, the Dryad Queen, Cornelia, seemed to like the benefits that she could acquire by staying in Lux’s Guild.

Although she was just an “honorary member”, Lux believed that if the Dryad Queen stayed in his Guild long enough, he would gain another Empyrean-Ranked Fighter that he could call on in times of need.

‘If I see that bastard Abyssal Creature try to bully me again in the Sacred Dungeon, I’ll give him a surprise he will never forget.’

Lux had a feeling that he would encounter the fearsome enemy again when he challenged the Gate of Famine, so having Barca around would give him some peace of mind.

He could only summon Keoza one more time, so he didn’t want to use the Dragon Token unless he was backed into a corner.

It took the Half-Elf two hours to store all the Magical Cannons inside the Guild’s treasury.

Draven had sabotaged them to decrease their firepower in order to prevent these weapons of war from destroying the Capital City of the Orcs.

Of course, now that the Weapons of War belonged to Lux, the Shadow Lord only needed to ask Randolph and the Orc Blacksmiths to help him repair them.

He could also draw the blueprint of the Magical Cannons, allowing them to create their own cannons in the future.

‘It’s quite unfortunate that the one that made The Destroyer is the Sorcerer Tower of the Haca Dynasty,’ Lux sighed in his heart. ‘If we could only get its blueprint, then we could mass produce it as well.’

The Half-Elf glanced at the millions of people that had been turned into crystal statues and wondered what he was going to do with them.

What others didn’t know was that the people that had been turned into Crystal Statues were still alive.

Crystal Dragons had the option of turning someone into a true crystal statue, meaning that they would die the moment their bodies turned into crystals.

Lux chose the second option and simply encased the soldiers into nearly-unbreakable crystal statues.

If the Half-Elf chose to release them, he could just undo their crystallization and they would return to life instantly.

Lux might be a Necromancer, but he didn’t like to take the life of others unless it was completely necessary.

This was why he chose to summon a Crystal Dragon when he activated the skill, Peerless Dragon Strike [EX], instead of choosing a Red Dragon whose Fire Breath would incinerate everything in sight.

‘I guess I’ll put them in the Guild Treasury as well,’ Lux thought. ‘I might put them to good use in the future.’

Nearly six million Soldiers had been turned into Crystal Statues. This was an army that was enough to invade a Kingdom if the right conditions were met.

Unlike the Weapons of War, the statues were now his property.

They fell under the “spoils of war” category, so Lux didn’t need to do anything special in order to send them to his treasury.

The only problem he faced was their sheer numbers. All in all, it took Lux until an hour before sunset to finish depositing all the statues inside his treasury.

(E/N: Ooo, look! Lawn ornaments.)

When it was over, the Orcs also returned triumphantly after chasing their enemies for a few hours.

It seems that the Orcs had a lot of pent up anger after being forced to retreat, and having their Capital City destroyed.

“All done?” Lux asked Barca who returned with a fearsome smile on his face.

“All done,” Barca replied. “But, I don’t know if they will retreat all the way back to their Dynasty or not. There is a possibility that they will risk everything to go all out and fight us to the death, so I didn’t want to push them into a corner.”

Lux nodded his head in understanding. Even a cornered rat would bite if it became desperate enough.

“The scariest opponents are those who have nothing to lose,” Lux said. “I’ll send my Undead to scout their location and see if they are scheming something. Although they suffered a loss today, we can’t be too confident of our victory. Besides, the Blackrock Clan also suffered many casualties.”

Barca sighed after Lux reminded him of the losses that their Clan had suffered.

Although they managed to gain the upper hand in the battle a few hours ago, it didn’t change the fact that thousands of brave Orcs had also died in battle.

Some of these Dead Orcs had turned into zombies, and continued to fight alongside them against the Human army with as much ferocity as they had when they were still alive.

The Orcs felt conflicted about this turn of events, so they asked Lux that when the war ended, their brethren should be dismissed, so that they could pass peacefully to the afterlife.

Lux didn’t reject this proposal, and agreed to the Orcs’ request.

Baronar was also very happy with Lux’s reply, and volunteered to personally send their dead back into the embrace of the Earth Mother through a shamanic ritual.

While the Orcs, and their allies celebrated their victory, the Haca Dynasty felt very bitter about the outcome of the war.

All the High-Rankers, Rankers and the officers of the Army gathered for a high-level meeting to discuss if they would continue to fight or return to the Haca Dynasty.

Returning empty handed would be looked down upon by their King, but it was better than dying a senseless death on the battlefield.

Everyone in the Commander’s Tent stared at their Great General and waited for his decision.

They had already given their opinions, and it was time to let the Head of their Army decide what to do.

Great General Garret sighed in his heart before making the decision that would affect the survivors of the war.

He knew that after he gave his order, his men would follow regardless of what they thought. That was how the army worked, and that was the responsibility he had to carry on his shoulders.

‘I wish that all of this was just a dream,’ Great General Garret thought as he closed his eyes to rest after everyone left the Commander’s Tent. ‘Because if this is nothing more than a nightmare, I want someone to wake me up.’

That night, the Great General of the Haca Dynasty wasn’t able to sleep a wink.

He was afraid that if he allowed himself to fall into a deep slumber, the souls of his dead Soldiers would haunt him in his sleep, and drag him down to Hell, where all of them were waiting for him.