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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1748 Secondary Objective
Chapter 1748 Secondary Objective
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"He's coming."Rekan rose from the shadows inside the Empire's main command tent.
The commanders inside the tent initially panicked, but soon they relaxed. They were all aware of the state of the Union's soldiers.
After several sleepless nights and the fear of otherworldly assassins, they wouldn't be surprised if the enemy camp was suddenly full of deserters.
This was further evidenced by how only the Dark King stepped onto the battlefield alone. As for the rest of the soldiers, they seemed to be simply standing still.
Seeing the carefree attitude of the cultists, Rekan's dark eyes flashed with a cruel light. He spun the dagger in his hand and swiped it at lightning speed.
With a dull thud, the head of the nearest Mana Core-cultist fell to the ground. A cold silence descended in the camp abruptly, followed by Rekan's words that were filled with disapproval.
"You vermins!" the shadowkin spat angrily.
"Lowering your guards just because the Dark King is advancing alone? Have you all forgotten what he's capable of? Have you forgotten what he did only a few days ago? Pathetic trash! None of you deserves to be called a Magus!"
The cultists watched the severed head of their comrade rolling on the floor. The face still displayed a light sneer as if everything was all right.
Rekan had struck decisively and instantly killed a Mana Core Magus!
The cultists couldn't believe their eyes. Terror flooded their veins, and they found themselves subconsciously trembling.
One of the cultists turned to Rekan in fear and panic, and blurted out, "Y-You, what have you done! Are you—"
Splat!
A dagger pierced his heart from the back and jutted out of his chest. Another devil rose from the cultist's shadow and coldly whispered in his ears:
"Who do you think you're talking to, human?"
A few moments later, the cultist lay lifelessly on the ground. The other cultists watched everything unfold in sheer horror. None of them dared to speak. None of them even dared to breathe.
The shadows inside the tent stirred, and one by one, the devils rose from them. When the cultists saw them materialize, they all thought they were going to die.
But that did not come to pass.
Rekan's voice suddenly echoed inside the tent, "Is the formation ready?"
"Aye," said a shadowkin.
"The area within a hundred miles of the battlefield is now a no-fly zone," said another confidently.
"Good." Rekan nodded. "Prepare for battle."
In the Greater Universe, flight was a privilege earned only after Magi reached a certain threshold.
Unlike the Outer Universe, where low mana density and natural laws allowed Magi to fly upon forming the mana core, Magi in the Greater Universe had to achieve far more before they could take to the skies.
Of course, the devils could theoretically still cast Flight in Tron, but it wasn't something they preferred. Fighting in the skies demanded far more skill than it seemed, and they weren't entirely certain they could gain the upper hand against the Magi of Tron if the battle took place amid the clouds.
That was why the shadowkins had covertly laid a vast runic formation across the battlefield. This was their secondary objective from the beginning — to shape the field in the devils' favor.
And now, that objective had been fulfilled.
Rekan turned to the pale cultists and coldly declared, "I'm taking command from here on out."
The cultists could only fearfully nod. The devils had just viciously and effortlessly killed two of their comrades right before their very eyes. They didn't have the courage to refuse.
Rekan then turned to his fellow shadowkins and said in a solemn voice, "We will deal with the Dark King once and for all. We cannot allow him to tear through our ranks like the other day. And if need be…"
He paused for a moment, his expression turning utterly solemn. "Do not hesitate to pull him into Shadowmuir."
"Understood!"
The shadowkins quickly dissolved into shadows and took up their positions.
Pulling the Dark King into Shadowmuir carried its own risk, of him not being able to make his way back to the material world. Rekan remembered the lich's warning about leaving the Dark King to him, but he paid it no mind.
For Rekan, the conquest of Tron came before everything else. And he had already judged the Dark King to be the greatest obstacle to sacrificing this world to Hell.
"Tell your men to advance," the shadowkin leader said to the cultists before disappearing. "Lead them from the front if you have to."
***
Adam calmly walked across the battlefield.
Behind him, he could hear the soldiers of the Union gradually erupting into an uproar. His psychological tactic had worked. The Magi were humbled and shamed. He could even hear some of them weeping and begging for his forgiveness.
Forgiveness, which he granted.
For the last couple of days, the Empire's forces had gained the upper hand. The devil assassins had sown seeds of terror in the hearts of the Union Magi.
But later today, when the Union soldiers witnessed their enemies being affected by the poison, their morale would soar once again.
Adam already knew the enemy casualties would be catastrophic by the time the sun dipped below the horizon again.
He completed the hand seals and was about to take off when suddenly his eyes narrowed.
Impossible! The raven-haired youth had never felt so alarmed. He had just tried to cast Flight, but for some reason, the spell wouldn't materialize.
He quickly cast another spell. A moment later, a Fireball bloomed in his hand.
"I see," he murmured as he deactivated the spell. He couldn't help but subconsciously sigh in relief.
His expression then turned dark as he looked northward.
Is it because the devils aren't used to aerial battle? Adam quickly guessed the reason.
In the distance, he noticed the enemies get into formations, ready to battle. He even saw the Mana Core Magi arriving at the frontlines.
"Val," Adam called out.
A gray light flashed, and Valerian appeared, perched on the youth's shoulder. "Yes, brother?"
"Go tell the others that Flight has been rendered useless. I don't want them to be caught off guard."
He paused before turning to the gray cat. "And you... be careful. Beware of the shadows."
"Myu!" The little guy nodded and bolted back to the camp, where Anna and the rest had gathered.
Adam flexed his shoulders and bounced lightly on his feet. "So this is how you want to play?"
He crouched slightly and got into a combat stance.
Boom!
A wave of tyrannical mana rolled off his figure, distorting the air around him and producing cracks beneath his feet.
"Fine by me."
