A black shadow zood along the walls of northern Mist City, leaving behind a trail of unconscious Botanian guards with every step. They had been attacked by surprise. Lockes pear Botanian disguise had only clung to his lower half; his human form was now revealed from the waist up. He shook off the colourful blood on his hands and began planting a few items around the area.
Almost done, Locke murmured to no one as he wiped away the beads of sweat across his forehead.
After a brief inspection, he began sprinting towards the south. The countless Botanian corpses that trailed behind his path silently narrated their earlier ordeal. It was only until the guards' shift change during the latter half of the night that the incident was noticed. However, before they could spread any word about it, a huge explosion in the north demanded their attention.
More chaos ensued. Amidst the rolling smoke, the Botanians of Mist City trembled in fear. They were worried sick that the invaders had breached past the sturdy city walls and mist. An explosion of this scale was unheard of on Botanian grounds; the loudest sound they had ever heard was thunder. Surely, only the overwhelmingly powerful alien invaders were capable of such destruction.
The regular Botanians shuddered in their terror while the Botanian guards rushed over to investigate the scene. Once the peak Botanians attention was successfully diverted. Locke masked his presence and continued his journey to the south.
With a quick chop to their necks, he subdued three Botanian guards at the gate. Locke imdiately unleashed his full potential and broke past the gates with brute force. His abrupt discovery had little to no effect on the lower Botanians; no one had any idea what it ant. However, the higher Botanians that were on par with quasi-Ritters began a hurried chase from the north. Unfortunately for them, Locke was long gone when theyd arrive at the southern city gates. The only thing left for them was the hint of Lockes alien presence in the air.
Damn it! The lemon general was one of the three Botanian generals that rushed over. He was very familiar with this particular presence; he was certain that this was the sa slippery intruder from two days ago.
He quickly scread at his comrades. Im going after him!
However, before the lemon could lunge for the outside world, the crystal fruit city lord descended from the sky. He landed right in front of the lemons path.
Its too late to chase after him. We must place our focus on the chaos in the city. The invaders might attack any ti soon! That was an order that they couldnt defy.
The lemon general was forced to swallow his wrath.
Yes, My Lord! The Botanian generals answered in unison before leaving in different directions. They were off to gather their subordinates.
From the city lords attitude and tone, the Botanian generals were now aware that a fierce battle was about to unfold. They had learnt about the cris and cruelness of these mysterious invaders from the word of frantic refugees. Admittedly, the Botanian generals were a tad afraid, but they also itched for victory.
The crystal fruit lord watched the perpetual crystal fog that had protected his territory and people for aeons. He let out a weary sigh. I wonder if we'll overco this trial... His eyes landed on the southeast forbidden zone, gaze burdened and solemn.
Despite being in peak condition, Locke dared not pause for a single mont. He made his way towards the contingents camp at full speed. The effects of the magic robe had completely worn off, finally perishing amidst the elental turbulence of the earlier explosion. He gulped down a tube of potion and continued his run, completely ignoring the risk of reopening his wounds.
The infiltration had caused him a huge loss. Not only was he severely injured by the lemon Botanian, but he had lost his accumulated gains by half. Not to ntion, the supplies in his spatial ring were largely depleted too.
The explosion in northern Mist City had co with the price of all of Lockes magic equipnt and one-third of his pyromancy scroll collection. He was forced to use pyromancy scrolls to impose intense destruction through the most primitive chain explosion theory. This was his only resort as his wind impetus wasnt suitable and he wasnt a user of ntal ability.
Simply put, Locke had created an eruption purely from the output of the scrolls. This could barely be considered magic as the utilisation of the elents was way too weak. The natural elents in the air werent affected at all!
Parlina better offer so compensation or Ill need to have Angelina say sothing, Locke grunted as he continued to run.
Fortunately, the distance between the contingents camp and Mist City wasnt far. He had broken past the southern gates past midnight and he had arrived at the camps entrance by noon.
He ignored the huge gorilla monster and green-beaked bird guarding the entrance to head straight for the Magisters tent in the centre of the camp. The high-rank major monsters could recognise him so they did nothing to stop him.
Parlina, who had been in the Magisters tent since morning, had long received word of Lockes return. Through gaining full control of soul imprints, Magisters were able to look through the senses of the slave creatures. As a result, the entire campground was littered with spies along with a multitude of magic equipnt aid for alarming and probing.
Locke barged into the Magisters tent, noticing that Ashar too was present. He studied his surroundings with a tilted head, finally noticing Angelina and Daenie who were staring at him with reddened eyes.
Locke didnt look too hot at the mont. His erratic breathing and dripping wounds made for a horrifying sight. The Magisters failed to suppress their shock.
Quick! Get Grandisterin Carla here! Parlina shouted at the Lehrlings stationed outside the tent.
On my way! Daenie quickly rolled her sleeves up and ran to locate Carla.
Angelina was close to tears. She scurried over to support his fra.
Ashar seed oddly bewildered when her gaze landed on Locke. Her lips soon curled into a faint smirk, it appeared that she had noticed sothing interesting.
Locke sighed in relief, secretly pleased that his act was working. He studied everyones responses through the corner of his eyes. Everyone looked concerned, even Grandisterin Parlina was genuinely worried about his condition. Undoubtedly, Lockes injuries were severe. But it hadnt gotten to the point where hed need soone to help him walk.
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