The World Serpent

In the front lines of the Great Army of the Plains, on the Outskirts of the Occidental Region. The Ogre Army stood along with many other races. It has been a while since the Great War started. The Inquisitors defending the borderline were stubborn and hard-headed. No matter what they had planned, the Inquisitors would handle it without any problems. 

"Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan, Aife the Warlord." 

"The promise of decimation has started during the night. The serpent completed it without any problems, and the Great Rulers that retreated were exterminated. No one and nothing that broke the promise was left alive. Fortunately, we didn't follow them when they had retreated."

A rather well-built ogre with glasses said with a relieved expression. After meeting with the serpent and the discovery of the Occidental Guardian's true strength, the Elders of the Ogre Clan wanted to retreat from the Great War. Luckily, the Great Ruler managed to stop the retreat to see what would happen after the night. 

Her guess was correct, and the Great Rulers that retreated got exterminated. Even the War-loving Ogres had limits on what they could chew. Extermination wasn't the way for them. An eternal war, on the other hand, was the best for them. Though, in the end, all choices were dependent on the Great Ruler of the Ogre Clan.

"Do you have more information about the Promise of Decimation?" Aife asked as she sat on her skull throne. Those that she considered strong got turned into a throne for herself. They were a symbol of her glory. A lot of them were Great Rulers that she had fought a long time ago. Basically, she was a battle maniac.

"The reports given by our scouts said that refugees are springing up everywhere. This would make the war effort of each race within the Endless Grassland less effective than usual. Especially when they have to handle the refugees that caused chaos within their borders. Bandits, Criminals and Many more are popping everywhere, and there is no way for us to stop them."

The Ogre Assistant had a serious expression plastered on his face. The chaos brought upon by the Occidental Guardian would hinder the Great War. It would probably result in the loss of the Endless Grassland. He had heard a lot about the Occidental Guardian. From Aife, or the reports about the serpent. They only pointed towards the Occidental Guardian, rivaling the Great Ruler of the Spirits, Statera.

"What about the retreating Great Rulers? Did any of them survive or at least leave anything behind?" Aife questioned about the Great Rulers that retreated. She wondered if any of them survived. She might be able to gain more information about the Occidental Guardian and decide the fate of her race.

"Nothing was left after the Occidental Guardian decided to keep her promise. Rumors are spreading that the Occidental Guardian devoured them as she had promised. There were no bodies left, and the cities they inhabited were left aflame. Hundreds of Thousands were killed, and it wasn't even the Occidental Guardian that killed them." The Ogre Assistant sighed as the casualties were more than they had expected. 

"As expected, the Occidental Guardian was really merciless. I can't believe she ate them as she had promised. It wasn't a battle but a massacre. In front of the Occidental Guardian, they are nothing but the food on a vast table. That includes everything in the Realm of Piksyon."

Aife couldn't help but smirk after seeing someone or something very powerful. There was one thing she loved other than beating strong people. It was becoming their right hand. No one within the Endless Grassland was stronger than her. Great Rulers from the Foreign Regions weren't a choice as they were very far. 

But, upon the appearance of the Occidental Guardian. Aife had finally seen someone stronger than her. Someone that could devour her without any problems. Someone that looks at the weaklings as bugs roaming on the dirt. That was the Master she wanted, and she was given a test from the Master Candidate. 

"Have you heard about the Test given by the Occidental Guardian? Those that interest her might survive. The Ogre Clan might survive if she found us interesting. But how are we more interesting than the species around us? Do you have an answer to this simple yet complicated question?"

Aife asked the Ogre Assistant, who stood right beside her. The Ogre Assistant thought about it for a while and found a simple answer. It was an answer that was brought by the long and almost forgotten tradition of the Ogres. He smiled and answered the question of Aife. 

"I don't know if this is an answer, but long ago, the Ogre Clan was a race of war-mongering Daemon Monsters. We conquered and waged war during the Great Wars of the Past. We defeated countless enemies and stood on the top of the Endless Grassland. But as we settled down, the Berserk Ogres who would continue fighting in the end slowly faded within history."

"Our ancestors fought even if they didn't have any limbs left on their bodies. Even if they felt tired, they continued fighting during the Great War. They used swords, axes, and many more weapons of war to fight against beings of advanced technology. Compared to our current state, the Ogre Clan in the past thrived in a blood realm."

"What I'm saying is simple. We would probably reveal this side of ours. A species that would continue fighting without ever giving up. That is the Ogres. We will survive till the end. Even if we are fated to die, we will die on the battlefield without any regrets." 

The Long Answer of the Ogre Assistant was interesting. Aife couldn't help but agree with his words. The perseverance of the Ogre was something they were prideful about. They would never give up and continue fighting until the end. Even if they were surrounded by mountains of bodies and an ocean of blood. 

"Your answer is interesting, and you're correct. I can't believe that the Ogre Clan thought of retreating. We are a clan that will never retreat, just like our ancestors before us." Aife said with a prideful voice as the Ogre Assistant smiled. He had been with her since she was young, and it seems that she had grown to become a True Ogre.

"Well, then... Shall we continue the battle before us?" Aife smiled as it was time for her to enter the battlefield. Sitting on the throne wasn't something an Ogre should do. Just like the Ogres around her, She would charge with them and fight with them.

"Order the Ogre Armies to continue the invasion. Push through the defense line and pierced through the Occidental Region. We will continue as we had planned, but we would have to do it sooner than later." Aife gave her orders as the Assistant Subordinate nodded and disappeared from the spot. 

Aife stood up as she started stretching her body. She walked towards the armory right behind the throne and was about to use the archaic weapons of the past. Whether or not the Ogre Clan would face extinction. Even if they didn't pass the test, they would continue fighting on the battlefield. 

Such were her thoughts. She wanted to bring such thoughts back to the Ogre Clan. She would exterminate those that dared to ask for a retreat. In the end, fear was slowly fading within her heart. 

Meanwhile, within the Fortress Azathoth deep in the Occidental Region, the Occidental Guardian resides in her throne room. She was sat on her throne as a ruler while thinking about the things she had done during the Night. The Retreating Great Rulers have been exterminated with no one of them alive. She devoured all of them and gained biomass beyond her comprehension. 

"I can't believe that a single Great Ruler could have such Biomass. After eating dozens of them, I evolve within the Daemon Monster ranks. Not only that, but I'm also about to pierce through the Mythical Daemon Category. The Category where the Great Rulers of the Great Forest stood." 

She has been curious why the Four Great Rulers of the Great Forest could defend against thousands of Great Rulers across the Realm of Piksyon. It was then Persia had realized that they were in a realm beyond Daemon Monster. Such a simple fact made Persia realize her power. What would happen if she had reached the Mythical Daemon? Would her power consolidate?

Persia had tons of questions, but the first thing she needed to do was reach the Mythical Daemon. Her power would continue to grow, and there would be a time when no one would be able to touch her. She might even be able to fight against World Administrators with her authority. 

Conquering Worlds, Devouring them, and Fighting against powerful foes. The Goal was getting nearer and nearer. She was about to stay true to her title. As she was the heir of the World Serpent, she would devour worlds like her predecessor. Though, what would the worlds taste like? 

"Ego, I'm about to break through the Mythical Daemon Category. I'm about to leave the Daemon Monster Category. I want you to gather your strength and breakthrough. I don't want to leave my partner behind while gaining strength." Persia released a smile as Ego instantly appeared right beside her. 

"Your wish is my command. I will start evolving during the Great War and will not hold Sister down." Ego lightly bowed as she released a rare smile and faded from the spot. 

"I guess I'll evolve now." 

[You have reached the Biomass Requirements for Evolution.]

[Evolution will now activate.]

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