My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 847: End Of The War

“ANCESTOR!!!!”

A raw, desperate scream tore across Crimaonfang Peak — a cry so full of fear it sent ice down the spines of every member of the Dragon Blood Tribe.

“NO!!! T-This can’t be happening!!”

“T-This is impossible!!! This is not possible at all!!!”

All the members of the Dragon Blood Tribe cried out in disbelief and horror as they staggered backward and let their weapons clatter to the ground.

Their ancestor’s death shocked them into losing the will to fight; many lowered their arms and surrendered outright.

Neither their leader nor their ancestor had been able to defeat these two women. Could they possibly stand a chance now? Could pride and willpower alone carry them to victory?

Absolutely not. The Dragon Blood Tribe had no hope of winning this battle; their strongest warriors were gone — fallen, slaughtered.

They did not even stand a chance against a single woman — much less two at once, especially with the Ogre Tribe’s warriors poised nearby.

Meanwhile, Vrasha stood over the ancestor’s body, her sword still buried in his chest.

“Finally… everything has ended,” Vrasha sighed softly as she stared at the motionless form. “Both the ancestor and Kaelrath are dead now… by my hands.”

“Finally — my long-awaited revenge is done. Not only that, I learned much from this fight…” she murmured, and then she drew her sword from the ancestor’s chest.

After she cleaned the blade, she approached Mireya with a small smile, the satisfaction of avenging her parents warming her expression.

“Shall we head back now that you’ve served the purpose of coming here?” Mireya asked, smiling.

“Give me a moment. Then we’ll leave.” Mireya said, glancing toward Malgar, who was still staring at the lifeless ancestor and the fallen leader of the Dragon Blood Tribe.

Vrasha faced him, a proud grin on her lips. “Malgar, I’ve done what I came here to do. I’ll leave the rest to you. Deal with the Dragon Blood Tribe as you see fit.”

“Oh? You’re leaving already? Don’t you want to see the entire Dragon Blood Tribe burn to the ground?” Malgar asked, turning to face Vrasha as he raised one of his brows.

“No. I only had problems with Kaelrath, and I won’t drag down everyone else just because of him,” Vrasha replied firmly, her expression serious, before turning back to Mireya.

Soon after, the two of them soared into the sky. Mireya carried Vrasha on her flying sword, since Vrasha had yet to master flight and needed someone else’s help to take her along.

The sight left everyone stunned. Mireya and Vrasha rose higher and higher, vanishing into the clouds, and the unbelievable scene rendered the onlookers speechless.

“Did…did they just fly into the sky?!” one of the ogres exclaimed in disbelief.

“Indeed! That’s exactly what I saw…but how is that even possible?”

“This is beyond unreal…a human flying through the air? This is the first time I’ve ever seen such a thing!”

Shocked murmurs rippled across the battlefield, but the Ogres quickly regained their composure and seized the moment. They launched a merciless assault on the Dragon Blood Tribe, determined to end them while the opportunity was perfect. Updates are released by novęlfire.net

“Kill those bastards! Leave none alive!” Malgar roared as he charged, his massive axe raised high in one hand.

“Understood!!” the warriors of the Ogre Tribe bellowed as they surged forward to clash with the Dragon Blood Tribe.

The warriors of the Dragon Blood Tribe snapped out of their stupor at the sound of the Ogres’ war cries. Forced to abandon their despair, they raised their weapons to defend their land—and their lives—knowing surrender would win them no mercy.

The clang of steel rang out across Crimsonfang Peak as the two sides collided. Blood spilled like a river, painting the battlefield red as both tribes fought savagely for survival.

Malgar cleaved his way through the Dragon Blood Tribe’s ranks, cutting warriors down left and right as he pressed forward. His body was drenched in the blood of his enemies.

The stench of blood only fueled his frenzy further, igniting his excitement to terrifying levels. He butchered the Dragon Blood Tribe’s warriors as though they were nothing more than pigs trapped in a slaughterhouse.

—

Meanwhile, Yuan and his wives were already on their way back to Mireya’s kingdom, headed for the palace. They glided steadily through the clouds, the golden afternoon sun casting a breathtaking glow around them.

“So, Vrasha,” Emma asked, glancing at her, “how do you feel now that you’ve killed Kaelrath with your own hands?”

Vrasha was silent for a moment before answering. “I don’t feel much…only as though a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel free.”

“I see…” Emma nodded, understanding.

A few moments later they reached the Elven Kingdom and headed straight for Mireya’s palace.

Upon arrival, Mireya and Vrasha went straight to the baths — their bodies and clothes were smeared with blood, which had dried and stuck to their skin. It made them unbearably uncomfortable and itchy; they needed to wash it off immediately.

Meanwhile, Yuan and the others waited in the living room and instructed the servants to prepare tea. Only one major problem remained to be handled — the Golden Lion Empire.

There was another issue that could not be ignored: someone had dared to attempt Mireya’s assassination inside her own chambers. Those responsible must pay for invading the palace and trying to kill the Queen of the Elves.

“What do you know about the assassination organization that tried to kill Mireya? Where is their headquarters?” Yuan asked Sylvia, who sat beside him.

Sylvia’s expression hardened and her eyes went grave as soon as she heard the question; it was clear she bore no fondness for that group.

She inhaled deeply before answering, “The group behind the attempt is called the Green Viper Organization… they’re the most powerful assassin syndicate on the continent.”

“Their headquarters is in the Lawless City — a place without laws, where it’s kill or be killed. No nation holds sway there; it’s completely independent,” Sylvia explained seriously.

“Is that so?” Yuan murmured, thinking it over. “Once we finish with the Golden Lion Empire, we’ll deal with the Green Viper Organization.”

“Are you sure?” Sylvia asked, surprised, studying Yuan with interest.

Yuan regarded her for a moment. “Both are threats to the Elven Kingdom. The Beast Continent would be better off without the Lawless City.”

“It would be best to destroy the entire Lawless City before we head to the Dark Continent. But before that, I want to visit its Black Market to gather some exclusive intelligence.”

“There will surely be an organization there that excels at information— I need intel, every kind of intel,” Yuan said with a broad grin.

A few moments later, Mireya and Vrasha arrived in the living area and joined Yuan and the others in conversation.

Anna Grace poured tea for them with a smile. “Here — have some tea. You both did an excellent job today.”

“Thanks.” Mireya and Vrasha accepted their cups, smiling.

A few seconds later Yuan fixed Mireya with a serious look. “What are your intentions regarding the Golden Lion Empire? Especially Princess Lindsey — could she be the one who put a bounty on your head?”

Mireya took a measured sip and pondered for a couple of moments before meeting Yuan’s gaze with a heavy sigh.

“For now, we don’t have any proof against Princess Lindsey. Unless we find concrete evidence that she ordered the assassination attempt on me, we can’t act.” Mireya said, disappointment softening her voice as she admitted her lack of evidence.

Yuan considered briefly, then suggested, “In that case, why don’t we all go to the Lawless City — confront the Green Viper Organization and force them to tell every detail they know?”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s head to the Lawless City tomorrow.” Mireya nodded, offering a small, resolute smile.

—

Crimsonfang Peak lay carpeted in fresh blood and the corpses of the fallen from the battle between the Ogre Tribe and the Dragon Blood Tribe.

Thousands of bodies covered the battlefield; a heavy silence settled as the conflict ended with the Ogres’ slaughter of the Dragon Blood Tribe.

“Leader, what shall we do now? All the warriors of the Dragon Blood Tribe have been slaughtered. There’s nothing left but to destroy their entire bloodline,” one of the larger Ogres demanded as he approached Malgar, his tone edged with curiosity.

“Spare their lives… they had nothing to do with the war. I’m not as ruthless as Kaelrath,” Malgar replied calmly, his gaze drifting to the massive city in the distance.

“Let us bring our fallen brothers back to the tribe. We must give them a proper burial, with the utmost respect.” Malgar glanced over the hundreds of fallen Ogres and the corpses of the Dragon Blood Tribe’s warriors.

“Indeed.” The Ogre inclined his head seriously and moved to order everyone to gather their dead in one place.

Some time later, the Ogres gathered all their fallen brothers in one place and carefully stored the bodies inside their Magic Pouches for easier transport.

Meanwhile, news of the Dragon Blood Tribe’s defeat at the hands of the Ogre Tribe spread far and wide across the continent.

People were stunned to hear that the once-mighty Dragon Blood Tribe had been crushed in battle. The news left everyone dumbfounded, so much so that many found it difficult to believe at all.