Darkfang Empire.
Large numbers of refugees fleeing the destruction of the Skywing Kingdom poured into its territory.
King Charlie sat rigidly upon his throne, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
He had already learned the news—
The Skywing Kingdom had been exterminated.
Elizabeth had returned, bringing with her a terrifying army.
Tens of millions of True God–level troops…
That number alone crushed every thought of resistance in his mind.
Even if the entire Darkfang Empire mobilized at full strength, it could not scrape together ten thousand True Gods.
One could easily imagine how utterly hopeless the scene would be if that apocalyptic force descended upon the Darkfang Empire.
He couldn't even bear to imagine it.
"That damned woman… her luck is unbelievable. To latch onto such a powerful empire…"
"This must be at least a Divine Empire–level force!"
Charlie's heart churned with resentment and jealousy.
