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Chapter 1215: Journey to Mur (3)
Chapter 1215: Journey to Mur (3)
"What kind are they?" Erik asked. "The more information I have, the more I can come up with a plan."
There was a pause before the clone gave his answer. "We don't know, Master. These were not on the documents you made us read. They're unlike any flying thaids we've ever seen or that should have reasonably been over these waters. The only thing I can say with certainty is that they look extremely powerful."
Erik felt a chill run down his spine. His army was made of thousands of clones transformed into Black Wyverns, the most feared aerial predators known to exist. While this didn't make them stronger, the Thaids shouldn't have been able to know that.
For a group of Thaids, or for anyone looking at his army, these were just wyverns, meaning the most dangerous Thaids on the planet, at least in theory.
That these Thaids were approaching such a massive gathering of apex predators meant one of two things: either they hadn't noticed them yet and were going in their direction just because of chance, or worse, they were so powerful they didn't care about the wyverns.
Maybe Wyverns were not the most dangerous Thaid race at all. Who knew?
"How many?" Erik asked, dreading the answer the clone was going to give him.
"At least ten thousand, Master."
The Chimaeric Demon shuddered involuntarily as he reported the numbers-though in his current form, the tremor resembled a small earthquake.
Even in this powerful shape, the thought of such a vast number of unknown thaids, and from the Mur continent, at that, made him shiver, and he wasn't the only one shivering. All those who heard him had the same reaction, including Erik, who could do nothing but grimace at the news.
Even with their superior numbers of fifty thousand against ten thousand, Erik's group couldn't afford to engage in a battle here, over open water, with unknown enemies. The lack of solid ground beneath them eliminated any tactical advantages they might normally have, and a fight would leave them vulnerable to both the mysterious thaids and the dangerous waters below.
[Well, it's not like we have much choice, right?]
Erik turned to the Chimaeric Demon who had just given him the report.
"We are going to change course. Thirty degrees south. Maintain altitude and speed."
Erik's mental message soon reached all of his forces.
The massive formation of black-scaled bodies shifted like a cloud as thousands of wings adjusted their angle.
Like a wave, the army turned together-the front rows moved first, and the rest followed in perfect order.
Yet the situation wasn't going to allow him to relax, because as soon as the system gave him that message, Erik received a mental message. One that made his blood run cold. "Master," the Chimaeric Demon's voice echoed in his mind, filled with urgency.
"Unfortunately, the thaids changed their course. They're still coming toward us... and they're
moving incredibly fast!"
Erik's jaw clenched.
[Erik, stay calm; panicking won't help anyone!]
Unfortunately, though, this situation was no chance-the thaids following them were
targeting them, and they were being hunted.
His hands gripped the wyvern's scales tighter as a wave of helplessness washed over him. On land, he could have prepared. He could have created barriers, dug trenches, and established defensive positions.
But here, suspended above the endless ocean, there was nowhere to hide, no terrain to use to their advantage. It would be pure strength against strength, with no tricks or tactics to fall
back on.
Here, they were exposed in a way they'd never been before.
But Erik wasn't stupid; neither were the Chimaeric Demons. They all knew that would have been the situation if a group of flying thaids had found them and decided to give chase.
"Everyone, increase the flying speed," Erik said. That made several nearby wyverns' wings
beat faster.
Even the undead seemed to move with urgency now, despite them not having a shred of fear in their beings. But it was clear that would happen. They were controlled by the Chimaeric Demons, and if they were nervous and restless, that would obviously reflect on the undead
under their control.
[Use this time to calm down a little...]
Erik's heart was beating fast, and the biological supercomputer could see that easily.
The massive formation surged forward as one, their wingbeats growing more powerful. Erik knew all of this was futile. There was no way to avoid this fight, but at least he could make sure that, whatever happened, they were closer to land.