Whoosh! Wild flames blazed high, ravenously eating away at Blood Land’s ruined base. Only the corpses piled on the ground were evidence that an intense battle had taken place. There were no survivors at all.
“What in the world happened here?” Creutz quietly landed from the sky, looking around in surprise. He had rushed over after hearing that four large clans had allied themselves to target Yeon-woo and Blood Land. He arrived thinking that he’d land in the middle of a raging battle, but all he saw were ruins. The fighting was already over.
Did they move somewhere else? Just as he was about to pull our Zulfikar, the shadows of wyverns loomed over him as players in elaborate armor landed one by one.
“Huh? Are we in the wrong place?”
“It’s quieter than I anticipated. They’re not the kind of people who would end things like this.”
They were the Fantasy Regiment’s main forces along with the Illusion Knightage: the Free Priest Clan, the Black Wolves, and Fire King Group. They were among the top ten squads.
The First Squad, Wings of Blue Sky, landed last. In one glance, one would get an impression of coldness from them. Even though they had only ten members, their presence was greater than those of the Illusion Knightage and the other forces combined. The other players all bowed to them with respect.
The First Squad had started off with only a few members and instantly caused an uproar in the Tower. They were the ones who connected the 108 organizations together and birthed the Fantasy Regiment.
Each member was a ranker or even a high ranker, and it was the first time they revealed themselves. They were better known as the First Squad, the Regiment Leader’s Protectors, instead of Wings of Blue Sky.
One of them slowly strode forward, a striking symbol of wings on his chest. His face was covered by a hood, which obscured his features. However, his eyes flashed with coldness from within the hood as though he could see through everything. “It seems like there was a battle in the beginning, but after some of the combatants left, it became a massacre. Hm. What’s this? Did a new group enter the fray?” The Regiment Leader scanned his surroundings and muttered to himself. He had a talent for analysis and reacting appropriately according to his deductions, but he’d never seen anything like this.
It seemed as if the main leaders of the Lion Alliance, the Devil Army, the Elohim, and White Dragon had suddenly disappeared. After that, a massacre had happened. He had no idea why they suddenly vanished, nor could he imagine anyone who could single-handedly massacre the soldiers of the Eight Clans, even without their commanders.
The only people that came to mind were the dukes of Blood Land, the bishops of the Devil Army, and the Martial Gods of the former Cheonghwado. However, their movements were easily tracked, and they couldn’t avoid the eyes that Regiment Leader had placed throughout the Tower.
“Is this the reason?” He managed to find remnants of a portal in the center of the burned, collapsing base. It was already closed, but hints of magic power still remained.
“Ramat, check where this portal is connected to and if it can be opened again. Since there’s still some magic power left, the coordinates will probably pop up immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Ramat, the leader of the Third Squad, the Free Priests Clan, stepped up and began to chant. Small sparks and a magic circle that had been set up on the ground began to activate.
The Regiment Leader watched the portal reopen and quietly murmured. “Just a little longer now…” He had been waiting for so long. Had it been two years? No. Three or four years…it might’ve been nearly ten years.
