"He’s over there," Kang, who sat atop a strange-looking horse with spots all over its body, pointed to a tied-up slim man to the left.
"Hm." Upon seeing Kang’s gesture, the massive figure of Leon’s Kaga puppet walked to the side, picked up the slim man, and directly placed him on its shoulder.
Without a second thought, the puppet chose a random direction and flew away, leaving Kang and the others to look at his figure from behind.
"Sigh, I see why the old man was always so cautious about the kid," Kang sighed as he watched the Kaga puppet leave their area of the battlefield.
From the mont he t Bran in the desolate region, Bran had always spoken of this kid Leon. He was Bran’s kid, but Bran treated him more like a ticking ti bomb than anything else.
He even advised Kang to never get involved with Leon’s sches because he believed that, given the opportunity, the kid would burn the whole world down with him in it just to achieve his goals.
This sounded absurd to Kang at first. The mysterious Bran, who seed to be deeper than a bottomless pit, was this skeptical of his son? It didn’t make sense.
But after traveling with Leon for the past few weeks through the Undergod territory, Kang had begun to understand a few things about Leon.
Kang cared very little for the lives of those weaker than him, but Leon’s battle decisions were appalling, to say the least.
30,000 dead gang mbers. These weren’t civilians; they were the most slippery set of individuals in the entire Undergod territory. He figured that Leon would be able to heavily displace them well enough that forming the gangs once again would be hard... but what Leon did pushed his expectations to the extre.
He had laid waste to so many gangs to their core, wiping them clean out and taking the small number of survivors as prisoners of war.
Even the Undergod Monastery, which had always professed its desire to exterminate the gangs, couldn’t achieve this in so little ti.
This was sothing else.
"Boss, there’s a letter for you."
A lady in pirate attire approached Kang and handed him a letter with a three-headed faceless insignia on it.
This was Leon’s insignia. His troop, ford by his allies and his personal 500-man unit, was called the Faceless Night.
This was their insignia.
Within the reaches of the Undergod River, they had started to gain so notoriety.
The Faceless Night, a breeze that cos in the dead of night and sweeps away all in its path, leaving no mories.
Of course, this was spread by Leon’s n, as Leon himself didn’t leave mories behind. (He either completely annihilated them or took them prisoner.) If Leon didn’t spread the news of his troop, no one would actually know of their existence before he got to them.
"Ahh, the only drawback." After breaking the seal and reading the letter’s contents, Kang smirked bitterly as he passed the letter over to Ken.
Leon’s tactics were great, and if he hadn’t spread the news, it would have been much better. But now, apparently, several high-grade gangs and marauders were on the verge of forming an alliance.
This would make clearing them much harder.
"What’s his plan?" After a few seconds of pondering, Kang turned to Arian and asked.
This cold beauty in front of him was usually quiet, but from his observations, she was the closest person to Leon among all of them. If anyone was to know what was going through his mind, it would be her.
"Ask him yourself," Arian said with lazy eyes as she slowly panned her head upwards to see Leon’s silhouette descending toward their location.
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That night
For the first ti since they started their killing spree, Leon ordered his troop to rest. It was a kind of reward and served to calm the nerves.
News would soon spread among the n about the massive battle they were heading into upriver; it was best they prepared their hearts so as not to flee from shock.
It was a crucial juncture; there couldn’t be any mistakes.
At the mont, Leon was having a eting with all the high-ranking officials of his troop.
"We can concentrate all our n on this side of the river and pass by their alliance in the morning. When we get to the Undergod Monastery, we will be able to get reinforcents from them," one of the gang leaders, Alaster of the Seven Jacks, suggested.
They were doing the Undergod Monastery a favor by clearing out the gangs. The least they could do was reinforce them.
"No, the Undergod Monastery might know of our actions and be in full support, but that does not an they will help us," Ben shook his head and said to Alaster. He knew a few things that Alaster didn’t and understood that jumping to conclusions that deviated from the original plan was dangerous.
"We have friends in the west. I can send several ssages and get so assistance from the Uheaval rcenaries... we have the funds to afford them," another one of the pirates jumped in.
They had pillaged over a dozen gangs and taken all their treasures; hiring the renowned Uheaval rcenary group was sothing they could definitely afford.
"That will waste too much ti. You’ll need to cut at the neck of the alliance before it can fully form," Ken spoke as he sat far from the eting table.
He had a cup of tea in his hand.
Even though he acted like it was no bother to him, he was right. Even this night of waiting was a dangerously bold move. They couldn’t afford a fully ford alliance from the river gangs.
20,000 strong was not a small amount, if fully ford, they could wipe out their n on impact.
No one wanted to die in a war for treasure with such odds.
"We’ve already taken half the river. That alone is a big accomplishnt. Let’s consolidate our gains and leave," Tyloon of Yolum said, defeat written on his face.
There were gangs inland too. They could definitely survive and even flourish if they took the loot elsewhere. This was the right course of action.
"You’re right."
Another voice sounded, but this ti it ca from none other than Leon.
He was the leader of this whole thing. If he said words like this, then it probably was ti to call it quits.
"But… that’s not what we are going to do," Kang’s voice resounded next to Leon as he looked at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"That’s what you were going to say, yes?" Kang asked Leon with a weary smirk.
He knew what Leon looked like when he had been defeated. He had witnessed the look once before. This was not that look.
"Naturally. Prepare the troop. We strike at dawn," Leon paid no mind to their deliberations. He stood up and walked outside the tent.
Those who wanted to stay were welco to. This was not the climax of his actions in the Undergod territory. Weak-willed subordinates were not sothing he wanted.
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