Published at 31st of March 2026 7:40 am

Chapter 1639 Weak Point

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Edward, Krummor, and the rest of the Magi patiently waited at a safe distance. They had already coordinated with Blackfire beforehand, and their

strike-and-rescue operation would commence immediately after he destroyed the barrier.

Hidden by the misty haze, the group of twenty-five men took cover behind the bushes, almost a hundred meters away from the entrance of the base.

Fortunately, the Cultists were so confident that no one would be able to locate their base that they hadn't deployed any men outside to guard the perimeter. Unchecked hubris bred complacency, and complacency paved the way for downfall.

But to be fair, it would have been indeed nigh-impossible to discover their base in the heart of the Mourning Mountains. Thus, the reason why the Cult deployed so few people to guard it.

However, unfortunately for them, their enemies possessed an accurate map of the region, one that guided them directly to their doorsteps. Even worse, they knew exactly which quadrant of the barrier was the weakest point in its defense.

What followed was a chain of misfortunes for the Cult.

Then again, perhaps it was no misfortune at all. Technically speaking, the Will of the World could no longer tolerate the Cult's existence. The atrocities carried out by the cultists, and the sheer danger they put the whole planet in, had long since crossed the threshold.

Had Tron remained dormant, things might have been different.

But it had awakened. It had gained sentience.

And a sentient world possessed its own subtle ways of correcting what did not belong. Thus, coincidences aligned, secrets surfaced, and enemies found paths in the mist-covered lands that should never have existed.

The world itself had begun pushing back.

However, the struggles of the mortals never ceased. Victory demanded loss, and even heaven required death.

"Are you certain he can handle it?" Krummor couldn't help but ask as he tried to peer through the misty haze.

Edward, however, was confident. "Relax, old man," he said nonchalantly.

"He's one of the strongest Magi in Ulier," he added in a hushed voice. "Besides... we are aware of a weak point in the barrier. Apparently, focusing the strike in that region would-"

His words got caught in his throat when suddenly black flames flared to life in the sky above.

The men instinctively looked up.

They watched with wide eyes as the black fire spread across the invisible barrier, slowly outlining its shapes as it clung to the surface like a living thing.

Following that, several thunderous booms echoed through the region, the force of the impact scattering the surrounding mists.

As the fog slowly started to clear, the scene before them finally became visible - albeit barely.

The barrier was crumbling!

Piece by piece, it collapsed under the relentless assault of the strange black flames. And hovering in the sky beyond it was Balthazar, levitating calmly in midair as he faced the two Mana Core-level cultists.

The men watched in stunned silence as Balthazar fought in the sky above the shattered barrier.

Two flaming whips danced in his hands, their burning lengths cutting through the air like serpents. Each strike left trails of black fire behind it.

He moved ruthlessly, lashing out at his enemies again and again. The crack of the whips echoed across the mountains as the flames forced the two enemies to retreat.

Despite being outnumbered, Balthazar pressed forward relentlessly, venting out all his frustration on the unfortunate cultists.

Step by step, strike by strike, he drove them further away from the mountain and the entrance of the base. Soon, their figures were concealed by the mist once again.

It was clear what he was doing.

He was holding them off alone, clearing a path for the rest of the men to move

in.

Krummor and the Agents of the Brotherhood were in a momentary stunned daze as they witnessed Balthazar taking care of two Mana Core Magi all by

himself.

Edward and his men? Not so much. They had seen the Dark King in action about a year ago, after all. So anything else, any feat achieved by any other Mana Core Magus in this world, paled in comparison.

"Let's go!" The Storm King's voice echoed in their ears, snapping them out of their stupor.

Without wasting another moment, the two dozen men quickly made their way into the base.

Inside the base, chaos had erupted.

Scholars and researchers ran through the halls and corridors in panic, their voices echoing through the cavern as the ground trembled beneath their feet. Papers, tools, and glass instruments lay scattered across the floor as people

scrambled to safety.

Even the Mana Vortex Magi responsible for security were shaken. The constant rumbling and distant explosions had unsettled them as much as everyone else. They'd never imagined someone would find this base, let alone attack it.

Dust and small pieces of debris rained down from the ceiling, filling the air with choking haze. Fear had spread through the entire base.

"Get to safety! Hurry up!" A Mana Vortex Magus roared as he guided the elderly researchers to a particular room.

"Wh-What about the test subjects?!" An old man blurted out, worried that all his experimental data would end up destroyed in the mayhem.

"I need to get the parchments-"

"Get the fuck in!" The Magus viciously grabbed the old man's collar and shoved

the man away.

The Magi hurried the frightened scholars down the corridor, urging them toward the reinforced safe room deeper inside the base. Their voices were tense as they tried to maintain order while dust continued to fall from the

ceiling.

Just as the last of the group was about to enter the chamber, a sharp crackle of

lightning suddenly filled the hall.

The Magi, already on edge, quickly gathered their spell components and

prepared to defend themselves.

But before they could even move, bolts of lightning shot through the darkness

and pierced their chests. The bodies dropped to the floor, smoke rising from

their charred wounds.

From the shadows at the end of the corridor, Edward stepped forward. Behind him, Krummor and two dozen men followed.

Edward glanced briefly at the charred corpses of the few Mana Vortex Magi he

had slain. White orbs of light emerged from them and shot toward him. But before they could enter his frame, a serpent emerged from within his robes and tackled them instead.

Then he turned his attention to the chamber filled with frightened old men.

He sneered and grabbed one of them, dragging him out of the room. Then he

turned to Krummor and said casually, "Do with the rest as you wish."

The dwarf's eyes turned cold as he glanced at the room.

Dozens of scholars stood inside, trembling. These were men he knew had spent

years carrying out experiments on children.

His lips parted as he gave the order.

"Burn them all."

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