The War God’s Favorite by Jenny Fox

Chapter 100

#100 The Battlefront The large black Dragon growled furiously, his claws ripping the soil and killing several soldiers, grasped

or crushed underneath. The beast was roaming furiously among the ranks of the enemy, dispersing

them. The soldiers of the Eastern Republic kept spreading around him to try and attack. They would do

anything they could to get to the black scales, but it was like an impenetrable armor. No blades or

arrows could pierce the thick skinned creature. The only thing that worked was the catapults. The

heavy rocks thrown at the black dragon would be like stones annoying it, pissing it off even more. The

Dragon would focus on destroying those annoying

engines, then move on to the next group of soldiers he could find. It was unpractical for such a large-

sized creature to be fighting in a City.

Krai was left to unleash at the border, using his claws and fangs to tear the enemy apart and growl to

terrorize the enemy.

The border City of Dagaria had been the theater of this war for three days now.

The War God’s arrival had been a huge relief to the Dragon Empire’s people. His accomplishments

preceded the man. Not only were all the citizens well aware of his past accomplishments, but for

several weeks, the Empire’s favorite Prince had been freeing one City after another. The Eastern Army

had made great progress long before the news reached the Capital. The lack of communication to the

Imperial Palace had been a fatal flaw that had given them a considerable advantage. The Eastern

Army had taken several cities by surprise. Acting under the cover of night, they knew exactly where to

strike; Getting rid of Official and messengers thanks to the secret information obtained, they had

secured their new locations one after another. It had been almost too easy for the Army.

This attack had been carefully prepared. After years and years of feeding their hatred against the

barbaric Dragon Empire, the Eastern soldiers were almost too eager when the order had finally been

given. Following the Commander’s plan to the letter, they had made tremendous progress, one city

after another. The mercenaries and assassins hired raided the cities, getting rid of the people in

charge, and the soldiers arrived next to definitely capture one city or village. It had almost been too

easy. The army posted there had shown close to no resistance, completely taken by surprise. All the

men were captured, some tortured publicly to scare the locals. Women and children who didn’t resist

were captured and sent to the Eastern Republic to work as prisoners.

The news of the Dragon Empire’s War God’s arrival had changed things.

The Eastern Army had stopped their progression right away, and instead, focused on taking full control

all of the acquired cities, gathering the men, equipment, and resources to stand a siege. They already

knew the War God’s Dragon wouldn’t fire inside of a City, so they thought they could resist the Imperial

Army’s arrival.

They were wrong.

The War God was not someone they should have underestimated, especially not when he was guiding

the Dragon Empire’s most powerful army. The first City where the two armies had met was the less

consolidated, yet the Eastern Army had spent time getting ready for this confrontation. They had

barricaded all doors, gathered the men inside the walls, and got ready to aim at the War God mostly.

They had been defeated in two days. The men were already scared of hearing the War God’s arrival,

with his terrifying Dragon, but seeing this man in person had been a terrible experience. He had arrived

on foot, and, upon facing the door that kept him out of the City, hadn’t stopped. They had tried

everything. Arrows, blades, even little fireballs. Nothing had stopped him. At best, they had scratched

him, only to watch the scar turn black from afar. Someone had screamed he was a scaled beast, but

they weren’t sure. The real nightmare had occurred when the War God had used his bare hands to tear

the door down. That’s right, the heavily barricaded door hadn’t stood more than ten long, painful

minutes. That human monster had torn the thick wood apart like one would rip a paper sheet. Many

men had been absolutely terrorized by those hands’ power.

A Dragon’s strength could be understood by its size, his species. This man, however, didn’t belong to

the human realm. There was no other explanation but that Prince being a demi-god. The Eastern Army

had understood for

the first time the heavy reality of a man nicknamed the War God by its own people. As soon as Kairen

was in sight, their fate was sealed.

The Eastern Army would not give up on their position easily, but the mere sight of the black armor of

the War God was enough to petrify a lot of men. His dark eyes showed no mercy to his enemies. The

men were falling one after another, killed like fleas on his path. One single man was leading the Dragon

Empire Army with so much assurance that it took a lot of resolve for the Eastern Army leaders to not

surrender. They had orders coming from their own Capital, but the politicians had no front seat on this

massacre!

The only thing saving them was the time they had won ahead. Being able to secure their positions in

the Dragon Empire’s own City guaranteed a bit of restraint from the enemy soldiers. They didn’t want to

destroy the houses or arm the locals, unlike the eastern soldiers who didn’t care at all. Even the War

God, known to be the most merciless, wouldn’t harm any woman or child that got on his way. That was

surprising, considering the extreme violence that man displayed to get rid of his enemies…

Kairen was enraged by this war. It was taking too long. He knew the fault didn’t reside in the Generals

accompanying him or his men. All the military officers agreed that they had taken a late start in this war

that put them at a major disadvantage. Freeing a city was much more complicated than fighting an

army on a proper battlefield. The fights were taking place all over the City, and their population was

caught in it, often used as hostages as well. It wasn’t a situation that could be resolved by brute force

alone.

The generals were doing their best, but it took time to solve each conflict. Anywhere the War God went,

things were settled shortly. However, there was only one War God of the Dragon Empire, and the man

couldn’t be everywhere. The days were inevitably long, and the longer the war went on, the more the

men were exhausted.

Though the War God’s presence was the main source of comfort for the Imperial Army, who know they

wouldn’t lose this battle with such a Commander, the biggest relief came from elsewhere.

Several weeks after the beginning of the war, messengers came from the back of the Army to let the

Generals know the Lady of the Mountain and the Diamond Lady were sending medical supplies. The

officials were astonished. Since when did women bother about matters of war? However, when the

promised medical kits had arrived a few days later, they were speechless. Everything sent was ready to

use, and practical. The Generals were totally baffled, except for one of them, who had been dispatched

from the North. That old general knew well who was the Lady of the Mountain, the War God’s Favorite,

the only lady who cared enough about this war to fight with them.

There wasn’t much to argue about anyway: those medical kits had come at a good time to raise the

morale of the troops, and the Lady of the Mountain wasn’t only a high-ranked concubine, she was

named Imperial Physician by the Emperor himself. It was enough for all the supplies to be sent

everywhere on the battlefield.

Kairen only got to see those kits a couple of days later.

The War God had barely rested since the beginning of this War. Returning to a battlefield after such a

long time was actually refreshing. Kairen stood at the very front of the battle, slaughtering one man

after another, sometimes fighting several at a time. He had gotten a few injuries, but nothing his dragon

blood couldn’t heal. Instead, he was actually frustrated at his Dragon, getting impatient outside of the

City. Krai was forbidden to fire or enter in the Cities, but the Dragon was keeping himself busy by

clearing the grounds around it. If any eastern soldier had a bad idea of trying to run from the City, he

was greeted right away by a wide-open mouth, and quick death.

However, this wasn’t were both the Dragon and the Prince wanted to be at this moment. They were all

longing for a different City, a different company. This fact made Krai irritable, and the Dragon was even

harder to keep in check. Even Kairen was getting pissed at him. The prince was well aware of his

conflicted feelings, but there was nothing that could be done about it. His duties came first, and only

when this war was over could he go back to his beloved Cassandra.

“What is this?” He asked as one of his soldiers had taken out a little box to try and save his injured

peer.

“The medicinal kits from the Diamond Palace, Commander! They were distributed last night to all the

men at the front!”

While the man was wrapping an injury, Kairen observed the little box. He recognized the familiar smell

of medicine and plants. Cassandra’s hair always smelled the same after she had spent time in her

garden. A little smile appeared on the War God’s face, terrorizing the men around. The War God,

smiling? What kind of crazy demon was awake now?

The Commander turned around, agitating his swords around, with a smirk that wouldn’t leave his face.

So she had decided to do something, as well. It was so like her to refuse to stay put. A proud feeling

spreading in his chest, the War God worked even harder at clearing the City, only resting when he

absolutely had to. He even made sure to send some men literally flying, where the Dragon could catch

them in one bite.

However, it wasn’t enough. More precisely, something was wrong about this whole war.

He had felt it since the beginning. The information had come too late to the Palace, and the eastern

army was well too informed. They had known how and where to strike to get a considerable advantage

ahead of them. This was not a simple coincidence. Kairen immediately informed his Generals that he

wanted them to capture official, and make them spill about the rat that had sold the information. He

wouldn’t let them get away with this…

Finally, at the next City freed, they captured the right man to interrogate.

Truth was, the poor fellow was about to meet a tragic fate. The War God was pissed. This war had

been going on for several weeks, more than he had promised already. He wanted to get things done

quickly, and this man was the one who was about to receive his anger.

Kairen walked into one of the houses used as a headquarters of the front. Two generals to the side,

one accountant and two soldiers holding their prisoner on his knees.

“Talk,” said the War God, as cold as ice.

The man may have kept his tongue tied, in other circumstances. If the War God hadn’t been absolutely

terrifying, in his black armor and murdering eyes, for example. The lad was shivering, already

exhausted by the fights and the struggle he had put in not being captured.

“I know nothing! …

One of his legs was loudly broken. The man screamed in pain, but no one else flinched. The men

present were all highly trained, and would not offend their Commander with any mistake.

“Last chance,” warned Kairen.

“We… We got the information from here! A messenger arrived with a lot of information! Our president

agreed to his terms!”

“Who was that?” Asked Kairen.

“I don’t know! I really don’t know! They only said if we could kill the War God and his army, the new

Emperor would give all the south and north territories, and a hundred chests of gold!”

Kairen glared even more. Some rat had sold his own Empire for his head…

“Who is that new Emperor they talked about!” Roared one of the Generals. “How dare they, when our

beloved Imperial Dragon is still healthy as a young dragon!”

“How dare they, indeed,” said Kairen.

The Prince took out his sword, and with one blow, sent he prisoner’s head flying.

“Your Highness! That man might have had more information…”