”B-Brother, you’re amazing!” Kane exclaimed after seeing the reinforcements that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
He originally thought that they were already goners, but seeing the unknown monster army helping them, as well as the other adults fighting alongside them, he was starting to believe that they had a chance to win.
Shasha and Alessia, whose powers resonated with each other, were like unstoppable magical artillery, continuously shooting out golden swords that were as strong as Lady Ouriel’s fifteen-ton projectiles.
On the contrary, Thirteen, who was observing the battlefield with his arms crossed over his chest, wasn’t as optimistic as Kane.
He understood that the Artemians wouldn’t allow themselves to fail their mission. With that said, they should be sending more reinforcements, which would soon number in the thousands.
“By the way, Kane,” Thirteen said. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be running toward the Gate of the Moonlight?”
“Brother, just who do you think I am?” Kane replied with a face filled with injustice. “Since Shasha is still not safe, I will remain here. I won’t go through the gate unless she goes through the gate with me!”
Taiga, who was also standing beside Kane, clicked his tongue but didn’t say anything.
His current Master didn’t tell him about the reinforcements that arrived, but a glance was enough for him to figure out that they consisted of members of the Order of Raziel and the warriors of the Valbarra Archipelago.
Truth be told, he already had an idea about how the ten-year-old was able to achieve such a feat.
It also explained the number of times Thirteen had left the Arcadia Archipelago and disappeared for days on end.
He had been making preparations in the background alone, keeping friends and allies alike in the dark.
The younger boy looked at the blue moon in the sky. Seeing the progress of its Eclipse, he knew that there were still a few minutes before it reached the halfway mark.
Once that happened, the intensity of the battle would increase. At that time, the Artemians would realize that the current forces they had at the Arcadia Archipelago would not be enough to complete their mission.
“Shasha, no matter what happens later, don’t panic,” Thirteen said. “Trust me, okay?”
“Yes, Zion,” Shasha replied as she glanced at her brother with a smile. “I trust you.”
Suddenly, a screech sounded from the sky, making Thirteen glance at Poca, who had just given him an updated report of the current situation on the battlefield.
The boy’s face turned solemn, having been informed that his trump cards were starting to move to perform the missions that he had asked of them.
‘It’s still too early,’ Thirteen thought. ‘Which means it has already reached that stage.’
Thirteen sighed internally. But since there was nothing he could do, he screeched back to let Poca know that he received her report properly.
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Phoebe, Herman, Raon, Rio, and Lambert ran alongside the other Wanderers with determined expressions on their faces.
They were still a distance away from their destination, and yet, the Artemians were closing in on them at a rapid pace.
The reinforcement that had given them cover fire earlier was currently being targeted by a small army, forcing them to deal with that threat first.
This left the Wanderers and the other monsters, who were running toward the Gate of the Moonlight, to handle things on their own.
“Just run!” Raon shouted. “Do everything in your power to cross that gate!”
All the Wanderers nodded their heads in understanding as they continued to run.
But a second later, a loud explosion erupted in front of them, and the leading pack of Monsters was sent flying to the side of their formation.
“This little game is over!” an Artemian holding a fireball in his hand laughed. “Become sacrifices for the glory of our King!”
The other Artemians, who were capable of long-distance attacks, also unleashed a barrage toward the monsters and the teenagers, who didn’t stop desperately running for their lives.
But, just as these attacks were about to land on their designated targets, giant spears emerged from the ground and dispersed them completely.
Raon and the other Wanderers thought that they were already goners, but the sudden appearance of the spears reignited the hopes in their hearts.
“Run along now, children,” a handsome man fixed his glasses as he stood at the side of the path. “The Leventis Family will handle them.”
Raon, Herman, Lambert, Rio, Phoebe, and Miriam, as well as the other Wanderers, recognized the man wearing glasses because he was one of the most important people in Pangea.
“Michael Leventis,” Raon muttered. “The right-hand man of Arthur Leventis.”
“W-What is the Leventis Family doing here?!” Lambert’s eyes widened in shock. “How can they possibly be here?!”
“Wanderers who go to Solterra for the first time are usually sent to places far from any human kingdom,” Herman stated. “This is to prevent powerful families from assisting their bloodline in completing their mission.
“I’ve memorized the known maps of Solterra, but this Arcadia Archipelago wasn’t located within the Human Kingdoms. That can only mean one thing—this place is so remote that no ordinary person can reach it.”
“But, they did,” Rio commented. “I can only think of one person who can do it.”
All the Wanderers didn’t need to be a genius to guess who was responsible for bringing the unexpected reinforcements that suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
This only cemented their assumption that Zion had done something during the days when he wasn’t on the island.
“I’m just glad they are here,” Herman stated. “There’s simply no way we can survive this without them.”
Michael glanced at the powerful Army that was almost upon them before fixing his glasses a second time.
“Leventis Corps, move out!” Michael ordered.
Suddenly, hundreds of people emerged from the trees and unleashed a barrage of spells, arrows, and other projectiles toward the incoming army.
“Mr. Glasses, allow us to support you,” A lady, who seemed to be in her late twenties, said with a smile as she appeared a few meters away from Michael.
“Silent Watchers, engage!” the Lady ordered.
“Phantom Force, go for the kill,” a middle-aged man commanded as he stood on top of a tree.
“Wolf Crew, it’s time to hunt!” a man wearing a wolf robe shouted.
“Tiger Cartel, make sure to loot as many as you can,” a woman wearing seductive clothes closed the fan she was holding in her hand and pointed it at the Artemian Army. “Don’t forget to capture a few slaves too. We don’t want Ouriel to gain all the good stuff.”
When Thirteen asked the Branch of the Order of Raziel, headed by Lady Ouriel, for help, he didn’t expect that the Commander of the Shadow Union would ask the other Branches to participate in this battle.
All in all, Ten Branches of the Order of Raziel were mobilized, and each of them was led by a Throne.
These unexpected circumstances surprised the ten-year-old, but he was more than happy to have them in this battle, which was happening in a secluded part of Solterra that was still uncharted by the Human Kingdoms.
Thirteen had used Rocky’s upgraded Mobile Fortress to bring in 500 people at a time, which he dumped in secret locations throughout the second island.
He made many return trips in order to accommodate all of these powerful individuals from the Underworld, who only came because of their trust in Ouriel.
The Order of Raizel was a tight-knit group of people
Their Commanders were all close friends. And since one of them asked for help, those who were nearest the Shadow Union Branch answered her call.
Soon, the Artemian Army that originally targeted the fleeing Wanderers was forced to engage the forces of Four Thrones, buying the Wanderers precious time to increase the distance between them and the Army, whose formations had started to break apart.