bookpub Chapter 188 I'm deliberately avoiding his sharp edge?
Chapter 188 I'm deliberately avoiding his sharp edge?
Chapter 188 I'm deliberately avoiding his sharp edge?
Mochamo's crimson eyes were fixed on the unusually clear yet incredibly eerie troop movements on the sorcery map.
Countless points of light representing the Eternal Tower Legion surged wildly toward the Blanc City area as if drawn by some irresistible gravitational pull, making that area blindingly bright on the map, like a star about to explode as a supernova.
The speed and scale of this mobilization have completely exceeded the tactical level, revealing a hysterical and reckless madness.
"The final battle?"
Beside Mochamo, an adjutant whose face was shrouded in the shadow of a hood repeated it incredulously.
"That's impossible!"
While Blanc is important, it is not an irreplaceable strategic hub.
How can logistics be guaranteed when all the main forces are concentrated in one place?
Their flanks and rear are completely exposed! If we send a few elite units to infiltrate and relocate, we can easily cut off their supply lines and even strike directly at their weakly defended rear academy area! This is practically suicide!
Another necromancer, shrouded in a chilling aura, also let out a hoarse laugh.
"Hehehe—has Anselm gone mad?"
Or have those old guys in Eternal Tower been blinded by revenge and forgotten even the most basic military common sense?
Putting all the eggs in one basket makes it easy for us to eat them all at once!
Inside the command tent, the other black wizard generals nodded in agreement, their faces revealing a mixture of doubt, mockery, and a hint of cruel anticipation.
In their view, the Tower of Eternity's actions were tantamount to courting its own destruction.
However, Mochamo's brow furrowed even more deeply. Unlike his subordinates, he did not succumb to blind optimism or cynicism.
Anything abnormal is a sign of evil.
He had dealt with the old foxes of Anselm and the Tower of Eternity for hundreds of years, and knew their cunning and caution well.
They might be angry about Silyan's death, but they would never collectively become military idiots and make such a foolish and obviously suicidal deployment.
There must be another reason behind this!
A deeper, more terrifying reason!
His gaze returned to the map, but this time, he wasn't looking at the distribution of troops, but rather—the flow of energy.
As a master of stealing and utilizing energy, Mochamo's perception far surpasses that of ordinary people.
He closed his eyes and immersed his mind in the deeper information dimensions of that witchcraft map.
Gradually, he sensed it—
Beneath those glowing legions frantically surging toward Blanco City, lies a much larger and more subtle flow of energy!
That's not a military mobilization, that's—the flow of sacrifices!
Countless tiny energy threads extended from various battlefields and locations of death on the continent of Aikar, converging towards the city of Blanc like rivers flowing into the sea.
These energies are filled with pain, despair, anger, and fear—the very best "firewood"!
The gathering of the main force of the Eternal Tower towards Blank City is itself creating a huge, highly concentrated vortex of death!
They weren't going there to fight; they were going there to become sacrifices!
Or rather, they were sent to perform an unprecedented and bloody sacrificial ritual, using their own lives and those of their enemies!
The city of Blanc is not a strategic point at all; it is a chosen, enormous altar!
Mochamo suddenly opened his eyes, a look of shock and chilling coldness flashing in his scarlet eyes.
He got it!
This wasn't Anselm's decision; it was the will of that old, immortal Renelk!
That old monster couldn't wait to leisurely collect the scattered "firewood"!
He wanted more! Faster! He wanted to harvest an energy powerful enough to overturn the rules of the world all at once!
He intends to use this "final battle" in which both sides have committed all their main forces, and the terrifying energy generated by the instantaneous annihilation of millions or even more lives, to forcefully break through to the legendary Level 4 realm!
The Tower of Eternity doesn't care about the outcome of the war, the survival of the legions, or even its own existence!
All they care about is Renkel's promotion!
They are willing to sacrifice everything for this goal!
"Madmen—a bunch of complete madmen!"
Mochamo hissed softly, his voice carrying a hint of fear that he himself was unaware of.
He thought he had already been ruthless enough in his pursuit of power, but compared to the madness of Renkel, who regarded the entire continent and all living beings as stepping stones, he was nothing!
"Speaker?"
His subordinates noticed his unusual behavior and looked at him with suspicion.
Mochamo quickly composed himself, his face regaining its cold calm.
He couldn't tell his subordinates the truth, as that would cause panic and could even shake morale.
But he knew he was facing a dilemma.
If they don't go to Blanc City and allow the Eternal Tower to complete the ritual, once Ronker successfully advances to level four, the entire Silent Forest and even all the dark forces will face annihilation.
If you go————
That's exactly what Renkel wanted!
The main force of the Silent Forest will also be drawn into that enormous vortex of death, becoming part of the ritual and contributing their power and life essence to Renlke's advancement!
This is an open conspiracy!
A crazy and cruel conspiracy that stakes the fate of the entire continent!
Renkel didn't care who filled the altar; he only cared about whether there was enough "firewood"!
Mochamo's lips slowly curled into a cold and twisted smile.
That's interesting—it's really interesting!
Want to go big? Old monster?
Let's see who ends up eating the most meat in this crazy feast!
"Pass on the order!"
Mochamo's voice echoed throughout the command tent, carrying an unquestionable resolve.
"All legions, cease all current operations and assemble towards Blanc City!"
"What?"
The subordinates were stunned.
"Speaker, do we really have to—"
"If they want a decisive battle, then let them have one!"
Mochamo interrupted them, his eyes burning with the same madness.
"Since they have chosen the grave, then let us dig it for them!"
Let everyone see who truly deserves the final victory!
The order was given, and the dark legion began to mobilize, surging like a black tide toward the same land of death.
Driven by their diametrically opposed yet equally mad wills, both sides tacitly staked the fate of the entire continent of Ekar on the giant meat grinder that is Blanc City.
An ultimate battle, far exceeding everyone's imagination and destined to be bloody, is about to begin.
The vast majority of lives that went to the battlefield were unaware that they were going to a preordained, collective sacrifice prepared for all of them.
"Hick—I hope you won't let me down—"
Looking at the huge map, Mochamo thought of Heath's manual.
If successful, according to the predictions in that manual, Hick will become the strongest in all of Aikar!
Moreover, given the extent of his abilities that Hick has shown himself, his chances of success are extremely high!
Even strictly speaking, Hick is currently only a formal wizard!
Hick stood before his hidden altar, the dancing shadows around him seemingly frozen by his icy rage.
An anger, as if the rhythm had been forcibly disrupted, filled the air.
"Renrique—"
He chewed on the name Mochamo had given him, his voice low and dangerous.
"How dare you—disrupt my rhythm."
His plan was originally meticulous and deliberate.
By steadily gathering "firewood" through war, they quietly accumulated power and, without anyone noticing, crossed the boundary that mortals could not reach.
He only needs to wait a few more months!
The old monster, Kronerk, a greedy predator also lurking in the light, used such a brutal, insane, and undisguised method to drag the entire Aikar toward a premature, bloody end!
Blank City? The final battle? Hick almost sneered out loud.
That wasn't a battleground at all; it was a slaughterhouse of unprecedented scale that Renkel had prepared for himself!
He intended to use the lives of countless elite wizards and soldiers from both sides as a one-time fuel to forcibly ignite his mad path toward Level Four!
This disrupted all of Hick's plans.
His collection of "firewood" was forced to speed up, and many hidden arrangements had to be started ahead of schedule, which undoubtedly increased the risk of exposure and affected the perfection of the final ritual.
What angered him even more was that Lenkel seemed completely unconcerned whether anyone saw through his intentions!
This is a kind of extreme, even arrogant madness, as if to say: "Even if you know it's a trap, you have no choice but to jump in!"
Because you didn't come, I succeeded and you died;
You've come, but you're nothing more than food for me!
Hick's fingers tapped unconsciously on the cold edge of the altar. Shadow energy gathered and dispersed at his fingertips, revealing the intense calculations running through his mind.
To go or not to go?
Are we going to just sit idly by and watch Renkel succeed?
That's absolutely impossible!
The appearance of a fourth-level wizard will completely overturn all the rules. He, Hick, the Silent Forest where he resides, and all his ambitions will be reduced to dust in the face of absolute power.
Going there means stepping into the death zone that Renkel has carefully prepared, and competing with him for that massive, boiling death energy on his "home turf"!
This is tantamount to playing with fire, or dancing on a knife's edge!
but----
The cold anger in Hick's eyes was gradually replaced by an extremely calm, even slightly excited, madness.
The risks are enormous, but the rewards are equally astonishing!
The energy that Renkel gathered was so vast that it far exceeded the total amount that Hick had slowly collected on his own.
If we can successfully steal enough from this frenzied sacrifice, or even—turn the tables—
In that case, he would not only be able to shatter Lenker's ambitions, but also gain power far exceeding his original plan!
The realm described in that experimental manual left by his mentor, a realm that even he once thought was unattainable, might truly be within reach through this opportunity!
Renkel thought he was a hunter, setting a trap and waiting for all living beings to fall into it.
They thought they had no choice but to accept the challenge, that they were forced into this high-stakes gamble.
But only Hick himself knew that he was never a pawn!
He is another hunter! A hunter who is more deeply hidden, uses more unpredictable methods, and targets even more insane targets!
"You want to go big, old man—"
The cold, twisted smile on Hick's lips reappeared, this time not with fear, but with intense aggression and an unwavering ambition.
"Then I'll play along! Let's see who ends up benefiting whom!"
He took a deep breath, and the pervasive shadow energy gathered towards him like a living thing, merging into his body.
His aura began to become unpredictable, sometimes like that of an ordinary, formal wizard, and sometimes as unfathomable as an abyss.
"Lilith".
He issued commands through the communication stone, his voice calm yet containing undeniable power.
"I'm here, dear Hick~"
Lilith's flippant voice quickly rang out, but she seemed to sense the unusual tone in Hick's voice and toned down her playfulness slightly.
"Plan changed."
aims:
Blank City. I want you and Hughes to use every means at your disposal to pre-position "Soul-Stealing Web" nodes in the battlefield area—the more the better, and the more concealed the better!
I need you to be the first to seize the most precious part of that enormous furnace!
Wow!
Lilith whistled.
"That's a big move! Stealing something right under that old man's nose, how exciting! I love it! Don't worry, I'll definitely complete the mission!"
Communication was cut off.
Hick issued several more orders, mobilizing the core forces of the Silent Forest, including some secret forces belonging only to "Hick" that had never been used even under the identity of Mochamo, to infiltrate and lay out plans towards Blank City.
He not only wants to send out a large army to "fight back", but he also wants to make moves in advance, setting up his own traps and conduits!
On the surface, this appears to be Mokamo, the Speaker of the Silent Forest, being forced to accept the challenge and leading his subordinates into a decisive battle with an uncertain future.
But in essence, it is the hunter Hick who is deliberately walking into another hunter's trap, preparing for a shocking counterattack and plunder.
Blanc, a city soon to be soaked in blood, is destined not to become an altar for Renkel alone.
It will become the stage for the final showdown between two of the most insane schemers, two beings with an extreme greed for power.
The fates of billions of lives are merely chips on their gambling table.
Hick raised his head and looked in the direction of Blanc City. The last trace of emotion in his eyes subsided, leaving only absolute coldness and focus.
"The grand feast is about to begin."
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