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Chapter 489: Spear of Tranquility—Manifest!
Back to Genowa Siege“It seems I will have to rely on my own strength after all,” Baca Welvard muttered under his breath, hovering above the rain-soaked battlefield.The sky conitnued to roar with thunder, rain slashing down in relentless sheets, turning the muddy ground below into a quagmire.“No one is coming to our aid. What that man said about my origin… it holds some truth, and they have been taking advantage of it.”His gaze swept across the chaos below: thousands of enemy soldiers marching in perfect formation, arrows and spears raining down, siege engines creaking under the pounding storm.Massive boulders hurled by the two earth mages were intercepted effortlessly by the hovering spears surrounding him, their edges glowing with his martial aura.“This had only started as a regional war… between my region, Genowa, and that fool Leyat’s region. One Kingdom… one border…” He clenched his jaw.“It’s normal for such conflicts to escalate. But I suspected he had been getting aid—fro
Chapter 488: Truth beneath the Storm.
Back at the Kingdom of Aurelion, Florentis City.Great Sanctuary of Greatness.Midnight approached slowly, dragging long shadows across the colossal sanctuary.The storm raged above, pounding the Sanctuary’s open dome with sheets of cold rain that cascaded down like silver curtains.Lightning flickered across the sky, illuminating thousands of spectators packed beneath canopies of barrier that held the water back.Mist rose from the battlefields tiles, and the ground glittered with rainwater reflecting the glowing symbols engraved into the platforms.The second group of the fifth round had just ended.Mira Dawncrest stood tall beneath the downpour, her robes clinging to her form, her hair soaked but her expression calm as light applauses and murmurs rose from the crowd.Kael Renforth lay unconscious, steam rising from her where she fell.On the opposite side, Iren Booker raised his blood-stained fist, standing over Tyre Vane, whose body was twisted unnaturally—arms trembling, clothes
Chapter 487: The siege of Genowa(3).
“What consequences you speak of?” Wren said as he lifted his chin slightly, eyes narrowing across the storm-blurred distance at Welvard’s hovering silhouette.The rain hammered down between them, thick and heavy, each drop like a silver nail driven into the earth.“You speak as if we of the Kingdom of Vilnara are afraid of you people.”Welvard’s gaze shifted to him—slowly, deliberately—like someone acknowledging an insect crawling on his boot.No admiration. No curiosity. Not even malice. Only insignificance.“Who are you?” Welvard asked, voice cutting through the rain with effortless sharpness.“I am the third general of the Kingdom of Vilnara, directly under King Evaco Bafrana—the Fourth King of Vilnara.”Wren lifted his chin even more, rain drumming over his armor like steady war-drums.“I am known as General Wren Guinevere of the Deadly Halberd.”His voice rang out above the thunder, powerful and practiced—meant to be heard over the roar of war.And his soldiers responded.The ran
Chapter 486: The siege of Genowa(2).
“What I thought was just a civil war… and now it has become an invasion,” Welvard thought as he hovered forward through the storm, rain lashing against his armor, lightning flickering across his silhouette like a ghost of thunder.With a sharp motion of his hand, two spears shot forward — not thrown, but launched by the force of his will.They streaked through the night like twin bolts of blue fire.As they flew, his martial aura wrapped around them, coating them in crackling threads of dark-blue energy that twisted and hissed in the rain, making the spears hum as though alive.The incoming boulders — two massive globes of compacted earth almost the size of small houses — came rolling through the air with terrifying force, trailing sparks and clods of mud.Welvard clenched his fist.“It’s pitiful… embarrassing… how easily people sell each other for profit, never caring for their own citizens, nor the weak.”BOOOOOM!!!The spears collided with the boulders.Stone exploded outward in vi
Chapter 485: The Siege of Genowa.
Meanwhile — Somewhere Northwest from VerdantiaThe Kingdom of Duskreed, City of Genowa.The storm had come like an omen.Thunder rolled across the blackened skies as lightning tore through the clouds, painting fleeting flashes over a city drowning in chaos.The heavy rain fell like shards of glass, hammering against the stone walls of Genowa — a fortress city now turned into a battlefield.Every tower, every street, and every corner trembled under the relentless bombardment from outside.The enemy siege engines roared in the distance, catapults flinging flaming boulders and enchanted projectiles that exploded against the shimmering protective runes on the city walls.Each impact made the air quake and sent a ripple of light through the defensive barrier, which was now flickering weakly like a candle in the wind.Archers and spearmen lined the ramparts, their soaked armor glinting with flashes of lightning as they loosed mana-infused arrows and Spears into the storm.The scent of wet e
Chapter 484: Duel in the Downpour.
The first drops of rain began to fall.At first, it was only a faint tapping sound—soft droplets breaking against the platforms of the Massive battle, trickling down the intricate carvings of the sanctuary walls.Then, as if heaven itself had exhaled, the rain grew heavier.Tens of thousands of spectators lifted their gazes toward the heavens.The vast expanse above was a swirling tapestry of dark clouds beaneth the dark skeis of the night.The air was thick with petrichor—the scent of wet stone and energy, the mingling of mana with stormwater.For a brief, sacred moment, the entire sanctuary seemed to fall silent, as if the crowd collectively welcomed the downpour from the brooding sky above.Some closed their eyes, letting the chill droplets kiss their faces; others raised their hands, murmuring in awe at the beauty of it.The rain fell not as a curse but as a divine rhythm—a song of nature blending with the pulse of the cultivators below.In the upper gallery, “Amon, does this pla
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