Chapter 1518 What are you going to do now?  

"So… you want to work together in order to defeat the enemy?" Zarathor questioned with an amused look on his face. "Do you have any other plan? Or do you want this to be a three-way battle?" Nyssara questioned, even if she had come here to essentially seek his help, this didn't mean she had to bow her head. Both of them were in a similar situation, her plan was simply the best course of action here. If Zarathor didn't wish to follow it, it was his loss. He would only be proving his incompetence if that happened. "Why would it be a three-way battle?" Zarathor asked again, his smile never leaving his face. "What the hell are you talking about? Can't you predict how this will turn out? Or has your head simply stopped working?" Nyssara shouted, Zarathor, however, didn't seem annoyed, rather, he just smiled and, "Why don't you meet my new guest?" "What? A Guest? Do you think we have time for-" Ignoring the Serpenthri's words, Zarathor clapped and suddenly, another 6-meter-tall, dark brown-skinned figure with a face that resembled a demonic horse walked in. The moment Nyssara's eyes fell on the newcomer, she opened them wide in surprise.

This man…

She recognized him… She recognized him well! "What are you doing here, Azhural?" Nyssara questioned as she narrowed her eyes, a wary look appeared on her face. Azhural, a member of the Eqarion race, he was another one of the faction leaders of the 'Association', and obviously, his strength, whether it was his individual battle powers or the subordinates he commanded, it was similar to hers and Zarathor's. *Azhural's picture*

Actually, in some aspects, he was even stronger than the two of them. So the fact that he was here was anything but good. Nyssara glanced at Zarathor, seeing the smile on the Hornari's face, she frowned.

She couldn't understand why he was happy about Azhural's arrival, was he simply being pretentious? There were lots of questions in Nyssara's mind. What were they supposed to do? What if Azhural reported all they were doing to the Association? No…

Something was wrong. If he wanted to report it to the Association, he would have done so. He wouldn't have come here in front of them and he for sure wouldn't have brought his army. The more Nyssara thought about it, the grimmer her expression became. Azhural shouldn't know about this world. Even if he was simply wandering around and noticed this world, he wouldn't have been able to bring his army here. No matter how she looked at it. Azhural looked prepared. It was… as if he was called by someone…

Was there a traitor amongst them? Nyssara thought about her subordinates, then, she thought about the possibility of their being a traitor in Zarathor's army and finally, her eyes fell on Zarathor who still had that amused smile on his face. Nyssara realized it. Every piece of the puzzle fits right in. Seeing how her expression changed, Zarathor's smile widened, "So you finally realized, huh… Took you long enough, I used to believe that you were one of the brighter ones, but I guess I was wrong." "Why did you call him?" Nyssara questioned directly. Despite being betrayed, she still wanted to understand why Zarathor did what he did. After all, the deal the two of them had was mutually beneficial. There was no need to involve the third party which would later have its own demands. "Hmm? Why would I not? Nyssara, are you forgetting something?" Zarathor questioned as his face distorted, and his smile turned demonic, "This is War. I will do everything in my Power to win it. Azhural and I are long-term allies, and calling reinforcement to win the War is a normal tactic. The question you should be focusing on isn't why I am doing what I am doing, You should think about what you will be doing now. Your Three Thousand Ultimate Stage Powerhouses against our Six Thousand Ultimate Stage Powerhouses. How long do you think your men would last? How long… do you think you would last?

Hahahaha!!"

Zarathor questioned as his laugh echoed throughout the world. Nyssara clenched her fists in anger, she glared at Zarathor with hatred clear in her bloodthirsty eyes, "You think an alliance that starts from a betrayal would last long?" She questioned as she gritted her teeth. "I do not think that far, Nyssara. And once again, stop thinking about me, Choose. What are you going to do now? Will you continue the War and uselessly lose all your subordinates without getting anything in return,

Or are you going to surrender?" Zarathor questioned and Nyssara, who had been clenching her fists all this while finally decided to let her stiff body loose and closed her eyes in defeat. Seeing that, Zarathor's grin widened. "That was a smart decision." He declared.

"I do not have all day, go and devour the World already." Saying those words, Nyssara walked out of Zarathor's room with a frustrated look on her face. Yes, in a one-on-one battle, Zarathor might have been stronger than her, however, when it came to battle tactics, planning, commanding their subordinates, she was far better than him. She was supposed to win this War… yet…

"Tsk." Gritting her teeth, Nyssara walked away. …

Back in Zarathor's room, the Demon laughed out loud. It was his victory!

Azhural glanced at him with an emotionless look on his face. "How long do you intend to play this game?" Azhural questioned. Hearing that question, Zarathor's smile disappeared. "Do you think you have the right to ask questions?" The Hornari spoke with a cold look on his face. "…" Azhural turned silent. Zarathor on the other hand took out another Black Paper and once again, a demonic grin appeared on his face. 'Oath of Subordination…' Azhural clenched his fists when he saw the paper. He still remembered how he was in Nyssara's position just a few years ago…

'Cowardly bastard…' Azhural cursed in his head as he recalled Zarathor's plan. Zarathor's never intended to devour the world, he wanted to win Nyssara. Just like he won him.