Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 143: Prince of Persia kingdom

Using the extra step to propel himself forward, Jon harnessed the full and crescent moon behind him. His spear glowed with a dense moon energy, aura, telekinesis, one-shot, cutting, and sheer will.

He used his remaining amount of mana to activate all damage-dealing skills, and with the last bit of his strength, he swung in a horizontal arc.

"Moonlight Blade."

A tidal wave of blue energy erupted from the strike, slicing through everything in its path.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM...

The ground shattered, the moon people were torn apart, and even the sky seemed to crack under the sheer force of the attack.

"Guhh..." Jon coughed up chunks of his inner organs as he collapsed to the ground. He was completely drained. The large moon behind him had vanished, and his assault on the moon people had ceased.

Now, the pain he had been suppressing surged through his body in its full force. Blood oozed from multiple wounds, his vision blurred, and his eyelids grew heavy. Thankfully, little Whyte came out at that moment and began licking his face, alleviating the pain.

’Fuck...’ As his consciousness faded, he saw the remaining moon people staring at him in terror. He barely registered the flood of notifications displaying the remains he had absorbed. But amidst all the chaos, two things stood out.

"...Attack..." He heard distant voices, followed by the sensation of plants wrapping around him.

The second was something he had been trying to avoid for a while, but it finally happened.

[YOU HAVE CREATED UNIQUE SKILL ’MOONLIGHT BLADE’]

[MOONLIGHT BLADE (FOURTH REALM) LEVEL 3: YOU...]

’Fuck...’ He cursed his luck one last time before succumbing to darkness.

...

After Jon fainted from serious blood loss, Syria and a group of evolvers arrived, swiftly eliminating the remaining moon people.

A few minutes later, Cynthia and her regiment commanders regained consciousness, only to find themselves amidst a battlefield drenched in devastation—and an unconscious Jon barely clinging to life.

Cynthia felt a surge of emotions—helplessness, frustration, anger—but as a leader, she couldn’t afford to falter. Instead, she let those emotions fuel her resolve. Taking command, she ordered the collection of orbs and cores from the fallen enemies before pressing onward to their next destination.

Syria suggested resting, but Cynthia refused. They couldn’t afford delays. A week’s journey could take even longer, and unknown dangers lurked ahead.

Fortunately, Victoria’s healing abilities ensured Jon’s recovery progressed steadily. And so, they continued their march.

Along the way, they gathered stationed evolvers at various intervals. Their journey was surprisingly smooth, and a little over a week later, they finally arrived at Gordon Camp.

However, what greeted them was not what they had expected.

Explosions. Screams. Bright flashes of battle lit up the air.

Without hesitation, Cynthia led her legion and the remaining evolvers into the fray, leaving the survivors at a safe distance with a small team for protection.

...

It all began just three days before the migration team from Jon’s camp arrived.

As Victor clawed his way to dominance over the underground factions of the camp, Robin effortlessly gathered intelligence, while Laura, within just a day, had infiltrated the leadership ranks.

Surprisingly, all she had to do was suggest strategies they had already used in their own camp. By the next morning, she was seated at the leaders’ table, shaking her head at how easily they accepted her.

But it was in one of these meetings that she heard something concerning.

"Those military bastards made a deal with some fish," the mayor scoffed.

The room erupted into laughter at the absurdity of the statement, but Laura narrowed her eyes. Back in their camp, they had speculated about the dangers posed by sea creatures, so she couldn’t just ignore it.

After the meeting, she regrouped with Victor and Robin. As they had already figured out, the military and the mayor were at odds with each other, and after a few investigations, they found out that the mayor had even surpassed the ’Baron’ and wanted the next rank.

Feeling pressured, their rivalry had escalated.

Previously, to destabilize the mayor’s faction, the military had been using the underground faction (which Victor had now taken over) to terrorize the mayor’s supporters. Then, appearing as saviors, they would swoop in to regain control. However, with Victor’s intervention, their plan had fallen apart.

Desperate, the military had struck a deal with an aquatic tribe to attack the mayor’s forces.

Unknown to the military, they just advertised their existence to greater beings than themselves.

The shores of Gordon Camp had been considered one of the safest places—a former resort where people still sought moments of peace in these dangerous times.

And that was where the creatures emerged.

"W-What is that?!"

"The hell..."

"There are so many..."

Horrified onlookers froze as an array of nightmarish beings crawled from the sea—grotesque, humanoid fish with razor-sharp teeth, towering shark-like monstrosities, walking crabs with armored shells, and countless other marine abominations. Without hesitation, they began a merciless slaughter, wiping out everyone on the shores.

...

Inside his office, the mayor was enjoying a brief moment of relaxation when his secretary burst in, panting heavily.

"Mayor!"

"Yes?" The mayor responded lazily, believing that any issue could be resolved with a simple command.

"It’s an emergency! Sea creatures have emerged from the shores, wiping out everyone—and they’re invading the camp!"

"WHAT?!" The mayor shot to his feet, his face draining of color.

He knew the shores, and he knew they were unprotected.

’That bastard...’ He instantly realized who was responsible. Snatching his communication device, he roared into it,

"Jul, you bastard! You really made a deal with those fish!"

After a moment of static, a panicked voice responded, "I-I... Haa... They’re attacking my side too!"

"What?!"

"Fuck! How was I supposed to know they’d be this many?!"

"What the hell are you saying?"

"I made a deal with someone who called himself the ’Prince of Persia Kingdom’—but he betrayed us. Now they’re attacking both of us!"

The mayor clenched his fists in fury.

"You fucking idiot... When this is over, you’ll be held accountable." The mayor said, still seeking benefit in the face of doom.

"Haa... Alright, alright... I’ll gather my army. You gather your evolvers."

The mayor merely hummed in response, but both men understood the silent agreement.

Turning to his secretary, he barked, "Gather all evolvers. NOW."

"Yes, sir!" The secretary scrambled out to relay the orders.

And thus began their long night of battle.