Chapter 285: Completion (6)

Chapter 285: Completion (6)

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The vanguard of the rebels advanced, leading with the undead.

Leading them was Venderwood.

Since both the undead and Venderwood could recover even after taking damage, they were organized as the vanguard.

As Venderwood advanced, he gradually began to see the canyon coming into view.

Venderwood glanced at it indifferently.

"We must break through here."

Both the rebels and the Academy thought the same.

At this time, whether or not the canyon could be penetrated would significantly influence the outcome.

Both camps were aware of this and had formulated their strategies.

"Advance!!"

Venderwood commanded the undead loudly.

It was then.

"Hm?"

A strong light leaked from afar.

And then.

Before Venderwood could even react to the light, it pierced through the rebel side.

Kwaaaaang!!!

The light struck precisely the middle of the undead legion, turning the undead there into dust.

Venderwood muttered to himself as he saw the vanished undead.

"A flash magic spell......"

Since he had already predicted some degree of response from the Academy, there was no reason to panic.

Venderwood looked at the situation with cold indifference.

After all, what was lost were the undead.

They knew no fear.

Even if those beside him melted away, they could still advance, and from the rebels' perspective, the loss of undead was preferable.

The main force of the rebels was not the undead but the human soldiers behind them.

Those united by hatred for the Empire.

They were a strong unit with a clear motivation, having experienced many victories on the outskirts of the Empire.

Although they were not well-trained soldiers, their extensive combat experience meant they were no less capable than the Empire's soldiers.

So, the loss of these undead was not a fear.

They would advance despite the losses.

Venderwood drew his sword and shouted once more.

"Advance!!"

And the one who shouted himself also charged forward.

Since no soldiers were visible in front of the canyon, there would only be one or two Wizards.

If he could rush out and block them, the undead could enter the canyon.

Fzzzt

A strong spark was seen in the distance.

A woman with silver hair.

It was Gracie.

"Lightning Strike."

Gracie used magic against the approaching Venderwood.

Lightning flew towards Venderwood, but he did not dodge.FiNd updates on n(o)/velbin(.)com

He simply raised his arm to block it.

Kwajijik!

Gracie's lightning struck Venderwood squarely.

However, it did not stop Venderwood's movement.

Venderwood's ability was self-healing.

Gracie's lightning blasted his arm off, but his ability regrew it.

"What is that......"

Gracie looked incredulously at Venderwood, who was recklessly charging at her even as his arm was blown off.

It was an unbelievable situation, but Gracie couldn't just stand by idly.

Gracie reached out to the sky.

"Thundercloud."

As Gracie chanted the incantation, the clouds began to slowly move.

The clear sky now bore clouds moving as if a giant dragon was stirring, forming a majestic cluster.

With the clouds gathered, Gracie waved her hand.

"Strike down."

Along with her words, Gracie lowered her hand.

Sparks flew from the gathered clouds, and lightning struck towards Venderwood.

Boom!

It wasn't just once.

Dozens of lightning bolts targeted Venderwood.

"Ugh..."

The rebels planned to use this advantage to gain the upper hand.

However, the moment the situation drags on, it becomes disadvantageous for the rebels.

Once Ian manages to quell the outer rebellions, he'll surely move here.

And if the Royal forces and Astina arrive, it'll undoubtedly become a tough fight for the rebels.

Daemon looked at Aryandor in front of him.

He wondered what Aryandor's plan was for orchestrating such a strategy.

'It's not like he has a special trick up his sleeve.'

As the war drags on without engaging, the rebels are increasingly at a disadvantage.

The Empire was uniting against the common enemy of the rebels, while the rebels faced issues with supplies and cohesion.

Thus, launching a total war at this opportunity was better.

At least then, there would be a chance for victory.

At that moment, Aryandor looked back.

"Daemon."

"Yes, Aryandor."

"Speed up the movement of our forces."

"Speed it up?"

It wasn't impossible.

But it wasn't a good method either.

Behind Daemon were human forces, different from the undead.

They had physical limits and emotions.

Without proper food provision, increasing the marching speed would surely lower the morale of the troops.

Moreover, an army exhausted from forced marches could not be expected to fight properly.

It would have been a better decision for Aryandor or Daemon to move and support Venderwood's undead legion rather than speeding up the army's movement.

"Move at an unpredictable speed to catch them off guard."

Daemon did not respond to Aryandor's suggestion.

"Daemon?"

Prompted by Aryandor, Daemon finally spoke.

"That seems difficult."

Daemon had never objected to Aryandor's commands before.

It was because of his trust in Aryandor.

However, Aryandor now seemed to have lost that trust.

"Are you refusing my order?"

"If you provide a valid reason, I will follow. But I cannot do so without any reason."

Aryandor, after a moment of silence, spoke.

"Do you think our forces can defeat the Royal and Academy forces?"

"What are you saying?"

"Do you think the current rebels, including us, can win this war against those on the other side? Against Ian Astria, Rudy Astria, Cromwell, and others who have made a name for themselves in the Empire?"

Daemon looked at Aryandor incredulously.

"Isn't it our job to make them win? To increase our chances of victory even by a little, to strategize and make our soldiers win, isn't that what a commander is for?"

"Our role is to win this war, yes. But winning this war doesn't necessarily mean we have to use the soldiers."

Daemon furrowed his brows.

"What are you saying?"

"Even if we lose the frontal battle, we can still win the war."

"What are you planning?"

"What do you think our goal is?"

"To change the Empire. Do you share the same thought, Aryandor?"

Aryandor nodded.

"Yes, to change the Empire. I think the same. To completely, utterly change the Empire itself."

A shiver ran down Daemon's spine.

It was because of the madness lurking in Aryandor's eyes as he spoke.

"What are you intending to do?"

"Do I need to spell it out? Haven't we always agreed that if there's a goal, the means don't matter?"

""

There was no rebuttal.

Everyone had agreed to this.

That it was acceptable to use someone's life for a goal.

Even those not present had agreed to this fact.

"Understood. I will follow your will."

Daemon silently turned and shouted orders to the troops behind him.

"Increase the speed of our movement!"

"Yes, that's a good decision."

Aryandor smiled and patted Daemon on the shoulder.

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