Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Chapter 1144  War At The Enemy Main Base

Yet this adventure wasn't a smooth one. The entire place looked a bit similar to the place they came to before, with a grand open space in the middle, and tons of hills surrounding it.

He came out from the centre of the open space, and he was surrounded by tons of dark masters, filling the entire plains, with much more coming out from these hills.

He didn't need to use his spirit sense to know these dark masters just came out from the underground bases, the ones under the hills. With such a huge number of hills here, it meant there were tons of bases, with tons more of dark masters still hiding deep inside. Googlᴇ search novelenglish.net . Fɪre

He didn't know how the enemy gathered so many dark masters here. But it was clear there would be lots of high-end dark masters in this place. "Scatter," the first order he gave to others who came alongside him was, "clear the area around the gate, make sure there is enough space for newly arrived masters."

Even if he was ordering high-end masters, he neither felt anything amiss about this attitude. He grew to be one of their respected comrades, and he proved to be a trustworthy master after everything they lived through with him.

They moved together and hit the enemies around, while William selected the ones he could handle. Among every hundred dark masters, a single one would be of high-end calibre. He dealt with those ninety-nine ones, leaving the last troublesome dude over to the high-end masters around.

Doing this might be weird and hard, but to him it was nothing. He controlled his flying weapons and made them fly around him in circles, cutting through anything they'd touched.

The ones who managed to get out from this barrage of attacks would be high-end masters, and they'd get handled at once by the high-end masters on his side. Slowly the flying weapons expanded, pushed the line further ahead, and surrounded the entire gate, while gaining space with every passing minute.

And with every minute passing, more masters would gush through that gate, coming here and joining the fun.

Gradually things became much easier for everyone. The enemies were all dark masters, not the type to stick around and defend their territory.

If things went south, if things didn't go according to plan, they'd start panicking, freaking out, and think about one thing only; escaping!

So it was expected the early moments were the hardest ever, then things started to roll nicely ever since. With more masters coming here through the gate, dark masters started to panic. And with more land secured, dark masters started to turn around, trying to run back into their underground bases.

"Idiots!'' The king arrived just minutes ago, and all he could see was the dark masters trying to race each other, heading towards the faraway hills, "Chase them, and see where the entrances to their bases are. We'll hunt and burn down everything, won't let those despicable human traitors live for much longer…"

The king spoke calmly and yet in the middle of his words, loud banging noises came from the direction of the hills. When he looked, he saw a giant rising up, with fierce two rays of light coming out from its eyes.

It was the Troll, and William just activated it again to release its supreme mode. This time, he aimed directly at the hills, dealing deadly blows to these, cleaving most in two halves, or even detonating many into a dead pile of rocks.

He took half an hour to set the stage and donate his spirit power to it, before letting others join and attack. They already did it before, so it was easier to do it this time. William knew this was the last battle they'd fight here before getting out of this place. So he didn't refrain from using everything, including the Troll.

The attack lasted for one hour, and by the end of it, the entire terrain around it had changed dramatically. The hills were mostly gone, and the ones still standing were looking as if they missed half of their bodies or something. The enemies stopped gushing out from these hills, or even entering the bases underneath.

Things turned finally for the better for the side of masters. They pushed harder, killed everyone they met, and were getting steadily closer to the hill zone.

By the end of that hour, they already cleared the entire plains, regaining control over a new base of theirs. Learning from the past lesson, the king ordered many to focus on building strong defences, even if it seemed they didn't need these for now.

Yet the king didn't want to suffer the same disastrous situation as before. As for the rest, they pushed the enemies back, and went inside the bases, cleaning them one by one. William didn't do anything else except for walking forward, activating his Troll once every few hours. He destroyed tons of hills, and kept amazing and scaring his allies and enemies alike.

The final battle was indeed much better than what anyone imagined. The cowards weren't putting up a single worthy fight against them, and all they cared about was running from one base to another. In three days, and after constant fighting, the final showdown of this war finally came. It was amazing how in three days, the entire master army rampaged through all the enemy bases here. There were tons of bases, and yet they took just three days to run through them, push the enemies out of these, and end up gathered in one place, with their backs against a huge wall.

This wasn't a metaphor, as the enemies gathered in a huge basin, with a huge mountainous wall behind, and paths in between mountains up front.

And these paths were now filled to the brim with the master army. Even the mountains up front, they were all taken by the masters. which gave them total advantage this time.