213 War Menu (2/2)

Upon hearing those words, several dark lines appeared on Francesca's forehead, while she already felt the wealth of her family being dilapidated without restraint.

Before the clash, Helial had asked Cesar's daughter if the Clan of the Sacred Eagle in times of war allowed his members to spend in profusion to increase their strength. Obviously, imagining that the amount Helial needed was affordable for her Clan, the princess of Orma had given the go-ahead to any purchase.

She did not know that, probably, after the war, she would have had to answer his father about a terrifying expense, even more unspeakable than the one the cat had made in the most expensive restaurant in the city.

And to think that even before the battle...

Right!

Before the battle!

Francesca immediately realized that Helial, if he had asked her such a question and if he had already obtained everything he had in mind to use for the next attack, must have always had the certainty of winning.

The arrogance of his father's disciple shocked Francesca deeply. Still, that arrogance was entirely justified. He had never seen anyone decide the fate of a battle like that, without even spilling a few drops of blood.

Helial's victory could have ended in the Annals of Orma as one of the most overwhelming victories for her people.

A hand opened the curtain, letting Frankenstein in, who kept talking aloud to himself. Behind him was Caliban, his expression concerned. Both were holding several Interspace Rings.

They began to distribute the Rings, one for each general.

Helial raised his voice to be heard by everyone and, without ceremony, as he used to do, explained: ”Each Interspace Ring contains a Formation I created myself. The power of each Formation, made up of about two thousand warriors, allows the wearer to easily reach a power equal to that of a person at the height of the Sixth Phase.

”They are not indestructible Formations, but they will surely last long enough to fight this war.”

Frankenstein, who was handing over the Rings, found himself in front of the black armour and stopped. He looked decisively at Pseudonym's helmet and then passed it on, without giving him anything. Pseudonym frowned and crossed his arms, but said nothing.

”Where the fuck did you find this stuff?” asked Snowflake, already understanding what he was going to say.

”As a general rule, such formations are extremely expensive and, given how difficult to use they are, they are not used on the battlefield. After all, many soldiers are needed. If all these soldiers were taken from the ranks, who would fight the war between the warriors in the First and Third Phase? Furthermore, the Formation requirements are not simple. Its name is Formation of the Jade Warrior. A mediator is needed to bring together all the power of those who use the Formation; his knowledge of the Mana must be very deep, as well as his Perception. Each Formation contains different Skills, but to learn them you need an extraordinary attitude. Without meeting all these requirements, beyond the enormous cost, it is impossible to set up the Formations.”

”Is this how you intend join the battle between the warriors from the Fourth to the Sixth Phase?” asked Circe, amazed.

Helial did not reply, but turned to Pseudonym and said to him: ”I have not made a Formation for you. Ahahaha, do you want to tell me that you need one?”

With a shrug, Pseudonym left the tent and went to prepare for the next fight.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere froze.

The implications of Helial's words were not something easy to accept for all the geniuses gathered in there.

Circe looked at Helial in disbelief. He did not believe that Helial had been able to evaluate his power without even having to deal with it directly. On the other hand, despite having fought several times against Pseudonym, not even she could say what how strong the black-armoured warrior really was.

”You mean that...” Circe, Orma's witch, was speechless.

Zion, Lev, Sidra and Francesca felt their faces blushing with shame.

Snowflake still didn't understand, but he didn't seem to care. In his hands he had the menu, appeared from who knows where, of the Coquinaria, that restaurant where he had found the best lasagna he had ever eaten in his life.

”What the fuck does War Menu mean? Old stupid bastard,” muttered the cat, taking it out on the restaurant's chef.

”Pseudonym is able to fight against a warrior in the Sixth Phase, according to my calculations. Unless he's an equally terrifying genius, of course. If the warrior's talent were ordinary, I don't think he would be able to defeat Pseudonym. These, of course, are only my deductions obtained through the Skill that I have cultivated, which allows me to estimate the fighters' power. However, it is not a crystal ball. Mine is only guesswork, but apparently, Pseudonym has admitted that he doesn't need this,” said Helial, pulling an Interspace Ring out of his pocket, ”I think his Skills are even stronger than those of our Formations.”