My Celestial Ascension - Chapter 822: Preparation For The War

Chapter 822: Preparation For The War

Anna Grace clung to Yuan like glue wherever he went, refusing to let him out of her sight. Yuan could only sigh helplessly and allow her to cling to him as much as she wanted. After all, he had no desire to receive another beating from her.

Valeria and the others chuckled at the sight, clearly amused by how possessive Anna Grace had become after giving him such a harsh beating inside Mireya’s room.

Yuan, however, felt slightly embarrassed under their lingering gazes. The teasing glimmers in their eyes made him feel bashful, as if they were silently mocking his situation.

To make matters worse, his face and neck were covered with kiss marks and bite marks, a clear indication that he had just gone through an intense session of lovemaking with Anna Grace before stepping out of the room.

“It seems my daughter has shared quite the passionate moment with my dear… Just look at all those marks on his face and neck,” Angela chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Indeed. And she looks so pleased with herself too—her whole face is glowing with a new radiance,” Vanessa joined in with a sly grin, nodding repeatedly as if to emphasize her point.

“Since Mother already had her fun with him, it’s my turn to enjoy him tonight,” Lily said boldly, her seductive grin deepening as she licked her lips ever so subtly while staring at Yuan.

Then, as though struck by a sudden thought, she turned her attention to Vrasha, who was seated beside Valeria, and asked curiously, “By the way, Vrasha, I’ve been meaning to ask you something…”

“What is it? Feel free to ask whatever you like,” Vrasha replied politely with a warm smile.

“Did you have fun with Yuan before coming here? I mean…” Lily leaned in slightly, her grin widening. “Did you sleep with him? Or, in your words—did you mate with him?”

Vrasha’s face immediately flushed crimson. She glanced briefly at Yuan with clear embarrassment before quickly averting her gaze back to Lily.

“Well… about that… No, I didn’t mate with him. I’m still pure. I never got the chance before we came here,” Vrasha admitted bashfully, struggling to hide the redness on her face.

“What?! You haven’t slept with him yet?!” Lily exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening as though the idea itself was absurd.

“This is truly shocking… I can’t believe Yuan managed to keep his perverted hands off you,” Sylvia added with a look of astonishment.

Emma simply nodded, smiling faintly. “Indeed. Hard to believe… I’m honestly speechless.”

“So, how about tonight then?” Lily said suddenly, her tone filled with excitement.

“Tonight? What do you—?” Vrasha began, but then realization struck her. Her face turned bright red in an instant as she froze in embarrassment.

—

“My Lord, we’ve received a message from one of our scouts near the Ogre Tribe. He has been observing their activities from a safe distance.”

A young warrior of the Dragon Blood Tribe shouted outside Kaelrath’s chamber, his expression filled with concern.

“Is that so?” A deep growl rumbled from within, followed by the clinking of glass bottles. Heavy footsteps echoed closer and closer to the door.

The door opened, and Kaelrath’s voice thundered with fury. “Do those wretched fools think that just because I’ve secluded myself for a while, we’ve grown weak? Those pathetic bastards! I’ll burn every last one of them alive!”

“Summon all the elders of the tribe. Tell them this is urgent—we’ll be discussing our next course of action against the Ogre Tribe!”

“Yes, My Lord!” The young warrior bowed quickly and hurried away.

Kaelrath clenched his fists, his expression twisting with rage.

“Unbelievable… Those disgusting ogres dare to think they can triumph over us—the Dragon Blood Tribe? I’ll crush them all beneath my feet!”

A wild grin briefly split his face before it hardened into a mask of cold fury.

At their leader’s command, all fifty elders of the Dragon Blood Tribe gathered inside the Dragon Temple. Their very presence filled the chamber with whispers and heavy tension, for each elder was a warrior of unmatched might.

Yet impatience grew among them, for Kaelrath had yet to appear. He had been the one to summon them, and still they waited.

“Where is our leader? Why has he not come out yet?”

“He wastes our time with this delay. What could he possibly be doing?”

“Could it be that bitch—Queen Mireya—drove him completely insane by shattering his manhood?”

“I don’t think that’s the case… though it wouldn’t be impossible. After all, he hasn’t shown his face since returning from the Elven Kingdom in such a wrecked state.”

Murmurs of frustration rippled through the hall, the elders angered at being kept in suspense with no explanation. The meeting had been called suddenly, and they had all rushed here expecting urgency.

Finally, Kaelrath strode into the chamber, clad in full armor, radiating a cold yet commanding aura befitting a ruler.

“I’m pleased to see you all here despite the short notice,” Kaelrath declared as he stood before his throne, a proud grin curving his lips.

“And I apologize for the delay.” His gaze swept across the gathered elders, sharp and unyielding.

Then, his tone turned solemn. “This meeting carries great importance for our tribe. That is the reason I summoned you all so urgently.”

“You are all aware that we have long been at odds with the Ogre Tribe. Perhaps it is no exaggeration to call them our mortal enemies—ever since the day they refused to kneel before our might.”

“But recently, they have begun making bold moves against us—clear preparations for an all-out war. Those fools actually believe they can defeat us. Utter nonsense!” Kaelrath’s voice echoed like thunder.

The elders exchanged stunned looks, tension thickening in the room as the weight of his words settled on them.

“But how can we be certain they are truly preparing for war against us? What proof do you have?” one of the elders asked, his tone sharp with doubt.

Kaelrath let out a low chuckle. “I was waiting for someone to ask that. And that, my brothers, is why I came prepared. It is also why I was a little delayed.”

From beneath his cloak, Kaelrath produced several letters and handed them over. They were reports from scouts who had been monitoring the Ogre Tribe for over a month.

As the elders read through the accounts, their expressions shifted from disbelief to outrage. Murmurs filled the hall.

“This can’t be true… How could those brutes dare to think they could challenge us?! Unbelievable!” one elder growled, his fists trembling with fury.

Kaelrath raised his hand, his voice firm. “It is hard to believe, yes. But the evidence is clear. They are expanding their territory at an alarming rate—cutting down forests, stockpiling weapons, and preparing for war.” His eyes gleamed coldly.

“They grow stronger by the day, and with each passing moment, their power increases. We must crush them before they forget their place. They are nothing but insects to be trampled beneath our feet.”

“I agree! Those wretched beasts must be taught a lesson they’ll never recover from,” one elder declared furiously.

“As do I,” another elder added, his face twisted with rage. “We cannot sit idle. We must prepare for war and wipe them out completely!”

Voices rose one after another, the chamber filled with the unanimous resolve of the tribe’s elders. All were in favor of striking the Ogre Tribe down before their growing strength became a true threat.

Kaelrath’s grin widened as satisfaction burned in his eyes. They all shared his vision—they all wanted blood.

“Good. Since we are united on this matter, we waste no more time. Prepare the warriors immediately! Annihilate the Ogre Tribe before they dare take another step!”

Kaelrath’s commanding tone ended the meeting, his dismissal absolute. There would be no further discussion.

Shortly after, the elders dispersed from the Dragon Temple, spreading word of the upcoming war to every corner of the Dragon Blood Tribe.

The warriors erupted in excitement at the news. For years, the Ogres had been a thorn in their side, a constant irritation. Now, at last, they would be granted the chance to erase them from existence once and for all.

Kaelrath sat alone upon his throne in the vast audience chamber, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice.

His lips twisted into a cruel grin as he muttered, “Once I destroy the Ogre Tribe… it will be your turn, Queen Mireya. For the humiliation you dared inflict upon me, you and your people shall pay with your lives.”

—

Far to the west, preparations in the Ogre camp were already underway. Towering siege weapons rose from the earth—massive ballistae designed for a single purpose: to bring down the Wyverns of the Dragon Blood Tribe.

The Wyverns, blessed with the blood of dragons, were the tribe’s greatest advantage in battle. With wings that blotted the sky and flames that incinerated armies, they were living weapons of war. Their bodies were covered in impenetrable scales, making normal arrows useless—the shafts simply shattered against their hide.

But the Ogres’ ballistae were no ordinary weapons. Their colossal bolts were forged to pierce reinforced walls and, with a single strike, could even fell a Wyvern from the heavens.

“Leader, we have already completed seventy ballistae for the coming war. It should be enough to wipe out their wyverns,” General Urthok reported, his voice heavy with pride.

Malgar, chieftain of the Ogre Tribe, stood silently for a moment before answering in his deep, commanding tone.

“Seventy is not enough. Make it a hundred. We cannot afford to underestimate those cunning bastards. They will come at us with every trick they possess.”

Urthok frowned. “A hundred, you say? Are you not being overly cautious, Leader? There is no proof that they have anything more up their sleeves. Their so-called ancestor hasn’t been seen in over a century. By all accounts, he is nothing but a forgotten legend.”

At this, Malgar’s lips curved into a sinister smile, his sharp tusks glinting in the firelight. “Oh, he is alive, Urthok. I can feel it. And if he appears on the battlefield… he will not be weaker than before. No—he will be stronger. That is why we must prepare for the worst.”

“Is that so… I guess we have to make a few more preparations before we march forward,” Urthok said, leaving the hut immediately.

Once he was gone, Malgar’s expression grew serious, worry shadowing his features.

“If that monster really appears in the battle… I don’t think I’ll be able to hold him off alone,” he muttered gravely.

—

Anna Grace reclined boldly on the bed, legs parted and completely exposed to Yuan and his wives. Her gaze was confident and possessive, a teasing, seductive smile playing across her lips.

“Darling~, what are you waiting for? Don’t keep me waiting… look at me,” she purred, letting her desire show in every glance and gesture.

Lily and the others rolled their eyes at her shamelessness, while Vrasha’s face flushed crimson, heat rising through her body at the sight.

“Mom! Can’t you at least act like a proper lady in front of your new daughter-in-law? Look how embarrassed she is!” Lily exclaimed, frustration and disbelief in her voice.

Anna Grace only laughed softly, her tone playful and confident. “Oh, don’t worry, dear. She’ll get used to it soon… there’s no need to be shy.”

Her eyes then returned to Yuan, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “So… what are you waiting for, Darling?” she murmured, letting him know how much she wanted his attention.

Yuan responded immediately, moving close to her, their connection electric and full of desire. Anna Grace’s soft sighs and laughter filled the room as he leaned in, and the tension between them built, charged with playful intimacy and longing.