Chapter 1542 War [2]

1542 War [2]

Duke Horacio didn't make excuses when he returned to Straea.

He told Grand Duke Famas exactly what had occurred and how Damien got away. Rather than trying to beg for forgiveness, he highlighted the mistakes in the information they had and corrected them.

Regardless, the mission he'd made was a successful one. He wasn't a coward who would kneel and beg just because he'd lost a battle.

An honorable one, at that. Damien was never trying to fight from the beginning. He aimed for escape, and expertly tricked Horacio and his followers to achieve that goal.

It was an impressive performance from Damien, and Duke Horacio acknowledged it.

Grand Duke Famas was the same.

Compared to Malevalon, he could actually be considered an understanding supervisor. He always looked at the entire situation and gleaned what he could from it, rather than focusing on defeat.

Nevertheless, this situation was unique, and while the Grand Duke was analyzing it, Void Palace started withdrawing troops.

Their intent became obvious.

They wanted to throw away all pretenses and fight face-to-face.

Whether it was Malevalon or Grand Duke Famas, both were more than happy to entertain this proposition.

The Sapientia Clan noticed their movements first and immediately relayed the information to Void Palace.

Several thousands of Divinities had left the Straea Clan in quick succession and made their way in different directions.

As of today, they'd arranged themselves all across the globe in groups ranging from one person to ten. They all had different strength levels, some of which couldn't be measured at all, and from the way they openly announced their presence...

It was obvious they weren't trying to be subtle.

Damien recognized their intentions immediately.

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If one wanted to get to the boss, one had to go through the minions.

The act of dispatching Divinities could be considered Straea Clan striking preemptively.

Rather than allowing the palace to decide the terms of this confrontation, they'd clearly displayed their intent as if challenging the palace.

If they chose to circumvent this circuit, they'd be labeled as cowards. A label like that didn't fade easily when the entity in question was a great clan.

Damien should've carefully considered his options here. It might have been safer if he instead tried to storm the castle where Malevalon was.

However, even he fell prey to the pride of the strong.

He didn't just want to end this battle.

He wanted to crush the Straea Clan beneath his foot, totally and absolutely.

However, after those five ascended, it lit a spark behind everyone else.

One after another, those who'd been trapped at bottlenecks overcame those roadblocks, letting them see the land of Gods they'd always dreamed of.

And though his part in it all was minimal at most, they attributed their success to Damien, pledging to him their absolute loyalty.

Every time Damien returned to the palace, it made its appearance during its last visit seem shabby.

The palace itself and all the people within were striving towards greatness with everything they had. It really did fill him with confidence and allow him to act as he wished.

That was why Damien never faltered. It wasn't just because of his confidence in himself, but also the confidence he had in the people around him.

It didn't take more than a few hours from when Damien learned the identities and power levels of his enemies for him to decide which forces to send where.

If one thing was convenient, it was that those Damien had placed on his hitlist were now waiting for him in the open. That meant the teams originally established to deal with them were still right for dealing with them.

That only left him to worry about the people who weren't included in that list.

'Actually, that isn't much of a worry, is it?'

Gods of all levels were waiting for him on the outside.

His people were already occupied dealing with the rest of them.

Didn't that mean...this was a perfect opportunity for him to go out and play?

'That's perfect.'

Damien had just made a declaration that he'd stop hiding his strength, but with the way things were going, he was almost stuck in the palace again.

Now, he definitely had the freedom to move some troops around and fill those empty spaces.

He definitely did.

But, how could he resist?

Damien was practically outside the palace gates already.

His first target, someone he thought he'd have to wait to fight again, but someone who was perfect to use as a way to send a message.

Duke Horacio.

'I'll kill him all flashy and the likes and start this war with a bang!'

Damien's war spirit turned into bloodlust as the thought of fighting filled his mind.

How long had it been since he'd been able to face the world with such recklessness and ignorance?

He didn't know. The only thing that mattered now...

...was the fact that he was absolutely raving at the chance to do it again.