Chapter 144: Deniz Ururu

Meanwhile, Hidaya stood on her sword, flying towards the battlefield.

She alighted on the battlefield, unseen by anyone. With a sigh, she regarded the entire battlefield with a detached expression.

Shaking her cloak a bit, she summoned a dwarf djinn. The djinn came holding a throne in its smoky hands. He placed the throne down and moved aside, bowing respectfully.

"It is time to see my little brother," she murmured.

The djinn considered his master's words. It looked from the ball of brown light in the sky to Uznu and it understood. Master Hidaya didn't mean to immediately interfere with her brother's fight. She would probably watch it first and then decide on it later.

The ball of light had continued its descent toward the battlefield. It was now so blinding that people had to squint or turn away from it.

Inside the pocket dimension…

Armad felt his body shaking, and a light began to shine from his forehead. His head ached unlike anything else before.

Then the light from his forehead shot forward and tore the pocket dimension in half.

Just as Uznu was about to leave the battlefield, the air before him churned. A portal appeared and a ball of light shot out of it and towards the sky.

A sound like a chorus of voices echoed as the light from the portal met the one in the sky.

But then, the portal and the light disappeared together at once.

A shocking silence descended on the battlefield.

"What happened?"

"The brown sun is gone."

"Something came from Uznu. He's probably helping his ally."

Then the confused soldiers realized something: the battlefield had changed. A young man that wasn't there a moment ago now stood before Uznu. On his forehead was a glowing mark with writings in an unknown tongue. In the center of the mark was a statue holding a tomahawk, and a three-edged sword circling it.

The young man was, of course, Armad Wilberforce.

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~Two hours before the aforementioned episode…

On a mountain that housed a secret dungeon, Dul'Ururu, also known as Hunter, stared into the dark cell in front of him.

"Well, if I were asked, I would have advised against releasing you, traitor. You're lucky I can't go against the Prince."

"Hmmm." A gruff voice came from the cell.

Dul'Ururu took the grunt as a complaint from the inhabitant of the cell. He said, "We trusted you, but you took away the boy that was supposed to be killed and even trained him."

There was some silence for a while. Then the gruff voice said, "Ikenga is the one. He's the strongest Bayajidda. You couldn't have killed him even without my interference."

"Your father committed the worst crime in history," the Hunter said, enraged. "He kidnapped an innocent woman from Ururu. He impregnated her and nine months later, she brought you into this world. You should have been killed as a baby."

"What's stopping you from trying that now?" The gruff voice said.

The hunter ground his teeth. He considered many scenarios in his head before he sighed and just threw the key inside the cell and left.

It wasn't worth it.

***

Meanwhile, confusion arose on the battlefield as King Han'ibal suddenly withdrew his army. Dandil, the Twin Executioners, and even foot soldiers. They were all gone in a blink. Han'ibal didn't come but his salsa carried out the task.

King Daljari was bewildered. Han'ibal didn't even return from his assignment. He was supposed to stop Black Flame. Why would he withdraw his army even if he got defeated by Black Flame? Did he also make a secret deal with Bihanzin?

"Just what's going on?" He murmured.

Before the shock was even over, another man appeared on the battlefield. He was 20 meters tall. His black eyes looked like orbs of a black star as he swept them across the silent battlefield. He was Deniz Ururu, the man that was just released from prison.

He spoke to King Deniz Iluru in an unknown language. Deniz nodded and bowed before him.

The giant man laughed. He uttered something in the same incomprehensible tongue. Iluru hesitated for a moment before his eyes flashed with a wicked grin and he nodded again.

"Everyone, we are leaving," Iluru declared.

Ikenga arrived just then. He bowed before the giant to show his support. For a moment, the two stared at each other. Ikenga had only come to witness the battle. He didn't expect to make an appearance or to see his mentor there. Unlike his usual condescending look, Ikenga had an expression of respect on his face. Whereas the giant man looked at him with warmth, like a father looking at his son.

Half the battlefield was now standing behind Deniz Ururu.

"Deniz Ururu," Bihanzin thundered, pointing his sword at him. "We already have an agreement with your nephew, either he joins me now or gives back the map."

The giant turned slowly and faced Bihanzin. The latter looked so small in front of him. He spread his hands like a preacher and spoke in Aldurish, "The Strong rules the world. Everything belongs to the strong. Take it if you can."

The giant man didn't wait for Bihanzin's reply. He turned around and left. Deniz Iluru and his men left the battlefield without another glance.

The battlefield seemed empty. Han'ibal and Iluru had left. Only two Kings remained on the battlefield: Daljari and Bihanzin.

Armad and Uznu faced each other for the second time. While Heeda, who was comfortably sitting on her throne, was observing everything unfold. Her dwarf djinn bowed respectfully by the side.