Chapter 992 - The Battlefield is a Chessboard
Chapter 992 The Battlefield is a Chessboard
There was a large wooden ship.
Unlike an ordinary wooden ship, it didn’t sail on a river but, instead, slowly cruised through the air.
Its tall mast, magnificent golden exterior, and sharp ram at its forefront gave it a strangely noble and majestic appearance. The eye-catching emblem of the Fabres Clan was branded on the side of the ship, where it was most visible.
Meanwhile, groups of organized troops slowly marched forward on the ground below, with the wooden ship at the center of the army.
Inside a secret room within the cabins.
Seven adepts gathered before a magical sandbox, whispering in soft voices.
The uneven shapes on the sandbox represented the geography of Ailovis, along with its most iconic landmarks and architecture. The entire area to the southwest had turned bright green, while the other regions were red, yellow, or a lighter shade of green scattered haphazardly across the region.
However, Ummah had no Second Grade soul adept subordinate to him. After some hesitation, he had no choice but to lower himself and ask for help from his other ‘companions.’
He borrowed a Second Grade soul adept from another Third Grade adept and sent his own Second Grade elementium adept underling as assistance. Two against one and with a soul adept to counter the bug adept should give them more than an eighty percent chance to win the fight.
Thus, sixty-seven seconds after failing his last mission, Ummah placed a new chess piece at the location of Xavia Castle. A detailed series of orders were then transmitted down the command chain.
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Xavia Castle.
The once quiet and beautiful castle had vanished now.
Twisted corpses could still be seen strewn all over the collapsed walls and damaged castle, lying in puddles of blood. Some of these were soldiers of the castle, others were the guards of the attacking adepts, and some were even apprentice adepts in gray robes.
They died from various causes, but they had all now been turned into the incubation chambers of strange beetles.
The abdomens of the corpses were bloated tremendously, their skin stretched to the limit, as thin as paper. The red blood solution inside their bodies was visible. Some hive-like insect eggs could be occasionally be seen as the liquid swirled in their stomachs.
Some strange gnawing sound could also be heard as well!
Beng. Beng. Beng.
As the hatching process concluded, the stomachs of the corpses erupted. Red, viscous fluid flooded the ground as swarms of black larvae climbed out from within.
These black larvae were only the size of a fingernail. They shook their bodies and cast off the blood and flesh before opening their tough shells and extending two pairs of wings, one short and one long. The wings buzzed, and they took off into the air.
For a moment, so many black beetles rose from the ground that it appeared as if a black plume of smoke was rising from the ruins of the castle.
As an unseen spiritual shockwave spread out throughout the castle, the black smoke split into two clouds. A portion of the beetles flew into the castle’s various dark and damp spots, while the rest dove into the ground and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Billis did not linger at the castle after accomplishing all this. He led his personal army of seven Second Grade Void Reavers and thirty First Grade magical mantises and left brazenly.
Billis had no intention of bringing the insects he had hatched at the castle with him. Instead, he had them hide within the castle. The last order Billis gave them before leaving was to exterminate all lifeforms that breached it.
The lackeys of the Fabres Clan would definitely send people to investigate the place. When that happened, his insects would give them a warm welcome.
However, just seven minutes after Billis left the castle, the insects he left behind engaged in combat.
Billis paused when he sensed the rapidly vanishing mental nodes, just one and a half kilometers away. He turned and looked at the distant battlefield.
There were two enemies: one male and one female. Both were powerful Fabres Clan adepts.
The male adept had a cold face. Light touches of frost gathered around the adept’s face and at the tips of his fingers. He was an ice adept. The reason Billis’ insect army had died so quickly was due to this elementium adept. The female adept had a slender figure and a pretty face. Her eyes radiated such powerful spiritual might that one would rather not stare into them.
Billis had originally intended to spy on the two adepts through the eyes of the insects, but when he crossed eyes with the female adept, he felt his eyes burn and his head throb in pain, even from one kilometer away.
Something even more terrifying came next. The female adept seemed to have locked onto the aura of Billis’ soul through his eyes. She coldly shouted at him, “You will not escape!”