But it didn't stay to fight the Demon-Lords. Its four eyes went back to the sky, found Reidar, and the creature flew again.
This was the problem. Against the Behemoth, Reidar had fought a creature that responded to annoyance—a simple beast that could be redirected by harassnt or if he offered enough 'food' to it.
The Progenitor was nothing like that. It treated his summons as obstacles between itself and the real target, and it cleared those obstacles with a speed that made Reidar's chest tighten.
Every summon he sent to intercept bought him seconds at best, and they got killed, which ant Reidar's army was slowly getting decimated.
Through the haze of adrenaline, an unwelco image arose in Reidar's mind: Jorik's face in that familiar sneer.
He could almost hear the bastard's voice, dripping with condescension. "Look at the great Reidar now. Running like a cornered rat from a creature he can't kill. Where's all that power you were so proud of?"
Reidar gritted his teeth.
The condor banked to avoid a piece of rubble getting through to him, and Reidar forced the thought away.
Through the Overmind Consciousness, he could see the Behemoth. The creature was still to the northwest, still harassed by the bulk of his forces, but the harassnt was weakening as the summons assigned to that task took losses without reinforcent.
And the Behemoth was getting closer.
Reidar realized what was going on at that mont. The Behemoth was no longer targeting Kingsgate; it was drawn to them by the Progenitor's mana, which served as a beacon.
"This fucker is ignoring thousands of humans just because of a single target?!"
But it was clear. The progenitor at level 650 radiated more raw mana than any of Reidar's summons, and the Behemoth—a creature that fed on mana—was drawn toward the Progenitor.
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