A Draw

"Is it over?" Roland asked Carlos and Ajax as they approached together.

"Yes, it's over—but it's also only just beginning!" Caslo nodded, then shook his head.

"..." Roland sighed and shrugged.

After the clash of Grand Forbidden Spells ended, the Orc army was thrown into complete disarray. Orc and troll corpses lay piled atop one another, and the heavily wounded Orc forces had been directly scattered beyond recognition. Under Spatial Annihilation, not even Beast God's Descent had fully protected them. The leaking Power of Space shredded every Orc it encountered like sharp Longswords, while wind compressed to its limit sliced wildly through the battlefield, and blazing flames swept across the earth...

Had the Beast God's phantom not finally lifted the Totem Pole and shattered Spatial Annihilation together with it, probably very few Orcs would have walked out of this land alive.

That was right! Spatial Annihilation had been shattered! The Grand Forbidden Spell that still retained attacking power had been forcibly dispersed and broken after Beast God's Descent, another Grand Forbidden Spell, absorbed its forbidden spell energy!

"How are the casualties at Lulong Fortress?" Roland asked stiffly. After all, the casualty count at Flowing City had been horrifying.

"No losses, but many people will need a long time to recover from their injuries!" Omsk popped out from behind them.

"Oh? The great hero has returned?" Roland crossed his hands and looked at Omsk with a half-smile.

"Hehe, Your Highness flatters me..." Omsk laughed ingratiatingly. He knew exactly how much he had contributed; he had slacked off more than anyone in this war... If he had not realized something was wrong and rushed back at the last moment, Lulong Fortress might have already fallen while he was still wandering downstream along the Swift River!

Bang! Roland slammed the table and roared.