Revive, My Love!

"The giant High Priest of Yellow Sand is turning!"

"The target is heading straight for the Tel Aviv area. Just as expected."

The battle was taking place in the Middle East, but the defense ministries of every nation were watching the situation closely. The result was that modern armies were utterly useless before that 'High Priest.' Judging from his route, he was most likely heading to destroy the 'Little Overlord of the Middle East.'

Dragon Rank/A-Class!

"Now this is going to be entertaining."

"The Little Overlord of the Middle East is finished."

"That area will belong to Egypt from now on, won't it?"

The so-called battle—no, the simple 'advance'—proceeded without the slightest ripple.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE~~~~!!!

Wherever that giant bald priest, his body made of yellow sand streaked with golden light, walked, a surging tide of sand followed behind him. Like hunting dogs crawling at their master's feet, it pounced upon any army or city it encountered. And then—

There was no then.

Before the surging yellow sand measured in tens of millions of tons, whether tanks, armored vehicles, or towering buildings, all were instantly buried beneath dozens of meters of sand, torn apart, crushed, submerged, and flattened into pancakes—including the ant-like people who ran wildly, screamed, and begged for mercy.

"So this is..."

Returning the blow to their homeland?

Standing on the shoulder of the giant golden bald priest, Amir watched the constantly advancing 'front line' below and could not help feeling dazed.

What his father's generation, and his grandfather's generation, had failed to achieve despite devoting their entire lives to it, had now been accomplished so easily. Although the High Priest's methods were very 'brutal,' and this place would likely be uninhabitable for quite some time, no matter what, it at least counted as successful 'revenge.'