Chapter 889 Scheme

889 Scheme

Several men and women, clad in desert clothes and powerful Artifacts, roamed through the Sacred Desert. Their steps were short but filled with power, determination, and grace. Following the men and women were thousands of loyal Awakened and hundreds of thousands of trained combat Summons.

The armies of the Blaze household – crossing 500,000 Summons and 8,000 Awakened easily – passed Olivia's settlement and headed to the Blazing Sand Mountain Range.

"How can that be? How did we miss such a powerful Lord?!" The Patriarch's wife asked, gritting her teeth all while sweat poured down her temples. Tears, remnants of the little water she'd left in her body, welled up in her eyes, fusing her sadness and fury.

The last few months had been hard on the Blaze household, but the last 48 hours had been the worst in her life. No. They had been the worst in the lives of all members of the Blaze household. Almost half of their people died, including the Patriarch's heiress, nephews, and brothers. However, the Blaze Patriarch didn't show any rage. His emotions were hidden underneath an ice-cold mask.

After losing against the Tritan Alliance, just before he was about to take the grand victory and reunite mankind, churning the fierce flames of fury against the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs, everything changed. His trickery against the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs failed, the traitor organizations were destroyed, and the strongest members of the Warlock Centaur and Berserker races decided to combine their forces and travel to the solar system.

Their trip across the stellar system happened almost instantaneous – instead of wasting an entire month traveling through space, they appeared out of nowhere – taking the Blaze Patriarch and his people by surprise. He was on the verge of death at some point, forced to use one of his last Artifacts given by the Long brothers of the Supreme Human Alliance to survive and flee the scene.

They fled into the Origin Expanse before all preparations had been completed. Fortunately, the Blaze household had gathered enough resources to establish ten territories across the Sacred Desert to claim the region in half a year. Or so they thought. After defeating the last Lord in the Sacred Desert, they should have received a sign from the Will. A notification, or letter in the form of loot, granting the Blaze household the rights of the Sacred Desert region.

That, however, never happened. First, the Blaze Patriarch considered the growing region a problem. It was well-known that the Sacred Desert's energy density was growing and would probably evolve into an Intermediate Region soon. But the truth revealed itself shortly.

A young, familiar man emerged from the concealed path, his attention lingering on a man wearing unique attire suitable to the noble caste of the Sacred Desert. But there was more to it. In the narrow path, which forced warriors to walk side by side in groups of seven to ten, a massive army of people emerged.

"The root of all my problems," The Blaze Patriarch grunted, but the corner of his lips was curled upward.

The Blaze armies were well-hidden underneath his Artifact, revealing only a few Awakened, who were too powerful to be hidden with the energy used to empower the Artifact. Less than two dozen people were exposed, but there were more than half a million in total – more than enough to throw magical and non-magical projectiles in the narrow path with no escape.

"Michael...You are too greedy. Your greed is the cause of your doom!" The Blaze Patriarch cursed the root of his problems, "May you die a horrible death!"

If not for Michael, everything would have been perfect. The Blaze household would rule the Tritan Alliance, and they would have taken control of the Sacred Desert and several other regions by now. Their family would rise to true power and welcome the first Divine Lifeform in less than one century. Their future was bound to be bright and full of glory if not for Michael's intervention.

"Pyromantica Star Formation!" the Blaze Patriarch thundered, regaining some of his energy as the golden opportunity unfolded before his eyes.

Michael Fang didn't know what awaited him, but he would regret it soon enough!

"Attack!!"

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