Chapter 2392 Forward!

Chapter 2392 Forward!

"Sir, we are 1,000 miles from the Citadel," Sergeant Vorlax reported, his voice tense with urgency.

"Alright... Everyone, prepare yourselves!" Emery called out and all acolytes quickly readying themselves for the possibility of a swift confrontation.

Their next and final destination was the renowned Valaryn Citadel, a stronghold that had seen countless battles and held strategic significance on the planet. The air was thick with anticipation, as they all understood that the area was a hotbed of conflict. Emery was acutely aware that their presence might attract unwanted attention, particularly if the elves realized they were there to deliver supplies.

As they drew closer, one of Magus Vorlax's men spoke into the transmitter. "Citadel, this is Fox 12. We are approaching 1900 vectors. ETA 30 minutes."

The call sign 'Fox' was the designated code for supply convoys, which granted them entry clearance. The acolytes listened intently, anticipating a standard response to proceed.

But the reply they received was anything but routine.

"Negative, Fox 12. This is Citadel Command. The court is hot. Repeat—the court is hot. Hold your position or alternate to 1600 vector."

The coded message made the situation clear: the Citadel was under siege. The "court is hot" confirmed that active hostilities were underway, with the possibility that their intended route was compromised. Hearing the tense exchange, Magus Vorlax turned to Emery, his brow furrowed with concern. "Sir, what are your orders?"

The urgency in the air was palpable. If the Citadel was indeed under attack, taking detours could still lead them straight into danger. It was a precarious situation, and Emery knew that staying hidden until the battle had passed was the most prudent course of action. However, before they could finalize their strategy, Emery's divine sense prickled with alarm. He sensed a group of dark elves moving in their direction.

"They've found us!" Emery announced his decision swiftly. "Go detour to 1600!"

250 miles... 200 miles...

Eventually, a fast-moving elven magus unit managed to close in, their figures like dark blurs against the burning desert sky. Ten dark elf magus positioned themselves on their path. In unison, they released a hailstorm of massive fireballs, their blazing orbs arcing down upon the sand boat.

"Brace for impact!" Emery shouted as the fiery projectiles struck.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The sand boat shuddered under another intense volley, but Klea's barriers held strong, shimmering with layers of protective magic that deflected the worst of the blasts. The acolytes huddled together, gripping the sides as the energy shook the boat to its core.

Emery wasted no time, channeling his Khaos energy to cast [Dark Tide], summoning a torrent of darkness-infused water that surged forward like a tidal wave. The wave crashed into the enemy magus, scattering them and carving out an opening for their escape.

"Pursue them! Do not let them reach the Citadel!" bellowed a dark elf captain, rallying his forces to press the attack.

150 miles...

100 miles...

As Emery steered the sand boat along a new route, they found themselves caught in a dire situation. Dark elf magus were closing in fast from behind, and ahead, a massive horde of orcs blocked the path, their ranks stretching across the sand like a dark, ominous wave.

"Haha! You won't escape us!" one of the dark elf captains taunted from the rear, his laughter cutting through the chaos. "Catch them!!"

However, Emery remained calm, with less than 100 miles left to reach the Citadel, Emery was able to cast his [Spatial gate], instantly transporting the entire sand boat to safety just outside the Citadel, leaving all the elven magus dumbfounded.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om