CHAPTER 2393 FOR HER
Meanwhile, the entirety of the Kingdom of Selizantar had already entered a state of emergency. The farmers of the nation fell into shock and panic as the very concept of evacuating for an incoming attack was foreign to them. As one of the largest traders of agricultural products, they were accustomed to an entirely peaceful life. It had taken King Aramon quite some time to gather everybody and have them get to the shelters willingly. There were even riots and mass hysteria that had occurred as a result of the incoming attacks. However, that was a problem for the king and Martial Artists of the Lower Realms; the Masters and Sages were far too busy dealing with the preparations for the attack.
The tacticians of both nations didn't have much time to refine their strategy. Thus, they ensured that the strategic complexity of the battle was as simplified as possible. Meanwhile, the intelligence wing of the Selizantar Kingdom tried to ascertain the identities of the various Martial Artists that the enemy had deployed to destroy the Selizantar Kingdom.
"We are able to identify the Martial Sages rather easily," the chief of intelligence informed the preparing Martial Artists. "They are led by Sage Senpu of the Sekigahara Confederate and comprised of some of the lesser Sages of the Britannian Empire and the Republic of Gorteau."
The Flickering Elder snorted. "That is the bastard that Kole fought off. I don't think I will have any problem dealing with him at all. I'm glad that we're not dealing with a peak Sage."
The Selizantaran intel chief nodded. "We have coordinated with the Kandrian Empire's joint intelligence division in order to identify the incoming Martial Masters, but we have not been entirely successful."
There were many more Martial Masters than Sages, and thus it was hard to keep track of each individual Master compared to keeping track of Sages. Only by keeping track of each Sage to the best of their ability could they possibly know which Sages were being deployed against them.
"We are unable to identify any known grade-twenty-nine Martial Master among the Masters that we are certain are in the incoming Martial force."
Master Sera frowned at his words.
There wasn't a single known grade twenty-nine in the incoming Master-level force.
"Not just that," the chief of intelligence continued. "Coordinating with the joint Kandrian intelligence wing reveals that all of the grade-twenty-nine Martial Masters are confirmed to be present elsewhere. Thus, we can confidently say that there are no known grade-twenty-nine Masters in the incoming Martial force."
This was even more strange to everybody.
It wasn't as though the Kandrian Empire had worked particularly hard to hide where Master Sera was being deployed. Then why in the world didn't they send somebody who could at least tangle with her for limited periods of time?
What was the point of sending a Master-level force without someone powerful enough to fight one led by the Harbinger?
None of them were able to understand.
Without at least two grade-twenty-nine Masters, Master Sera would mop up the enemy Martial Masters, having half of them commit suicide while killing the rest with her own two hands.
Yet, as bizarre as this revelation was, the fact of the matter was that a battle was incoming very soon, and they didn't have all the time in the world. They needed to get ready and make sure that they were fully equipped to deal with the incoming enemy battalion. As the attack drew closer and closer, the Kandrian and Selizantaran Martial Artists made the final preparations. They donned their Martial attires and consumed rejuvenation potions to ensure that they were at their peak.
The air tingled.
It tingled with tension as the Martial Artists silently prepared themselves for a grueling battle.
And soon enough, the moment came.
"It's time," the Flickering Elder declared. "We need to head out immediately to make sure that we intercept them far away from the boundary where our battle would harm the nation in one way or another. Let's go!"
WHOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, four Martial Sages and thirty-five Martial Masters led by the Harbinger shot out of the Selizantar Kingdom at remarkably high speeds.
In the blink of an eye, the Sages left the Masters in the dust, shooting forward at blinding speeds. The Masters focused on preserving their stamina.
There was no point in traveling at max speed only to be gasping for air by the time the enemy arrived.
RUMBLE…
The tension in the air grew as they felt the energy released by the Sage-level battle. It meant that the enemy Master-level force had already split off from enemy Sages and was rapidly heading towards them.
Their nerves prickled as the air grew heavier.
With each passing second, the wait grew tenser and tenser.
Time seemed to slow down in their senses.
And then, they arrived.
"There they are," Master Sera declared as she spotted a group of Masters surging towards them. "It's time."
Her eyes sharpened fiercely. "Let's show them our power."
BADUMP!!!
In the blink of an eye, seventy-five Hearts and Minds bloomed on the battlefield.
That very instant, many Martial Embodiments erupted in full power, painting themselves across heaven and earth. The very world seemed to serve as a blank canvas for the collective tapestry that their Martial Minds painted.
And that was when it appeared.
A tremendous Martial Embodiment more powerful than almost any other surged forth.
A Martial Embodiment that subsumed all others.
"…A black mirror?" Her eyes widened. "No…"
Not just any mirror.
A fractal mirror.
One with depths that not even their Martial Minds could fathom.
The dark fractal mirror consumed all other Martial Embodiments around it and assimilated them into a terrifying kaleidoscopic image.
Every single Master on the battlefield felt chills across their skin.
They felt shivers crawling down their spines as they watched their Martial Embodiments get assimilated into a single chimera Martial Embodiment that evolved with all their power combined.
And its center was a man.
One that she had never seen before. His eyes were so black that Master Sera could see herself in them past the cold gaze that fixed itself on her. Her eyes grew ferocious as realization dawned on her. He had come for her.
He had come for her and nobody else. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
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