Chapter 270: Confusion at Headquarters (1/2)
As the morning split the darkness apart, one commander belonging to Blood sect found himself in a pickle. Right in front of him, surrounded by soldiers, a bruised and beaten version of himself pointed at him and shouted, ”That Sarin is an impostor!”
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A couple of hours earlier, the red plains shifted around in silence. The soldiers stationed closest to the battlefield couldn't get a wink of sleep. They kept hearing them, the dead. The moans and cries of the fallen soldiers and cultivators frightened them all. It was far too horrifying for any of them to make heads or tails of the situation. How could they, after all, they were all foot soldiers. The best one among them was Earth Establishment. Just the fact that they survived the first day of the battle was more than enough excitement to last them the rest of their lives.
And now, they were about to encounter the dead that they killed? They felt like it was a joke played on them by the heavens.
However, once morning came, they all found the dead bodies in the same place as before. Not one-inch misplacement. Some of the soldiers stabbed the dead bodies in order to reassure themselves. It was just a dream, they convinced themselves. It was just the pressure from the battlefield, they repeated in their heads.
Similarly, on the Avalon's side of the battlefield, the soldiers swore that they saw the mountain behind them shift during the night. Yet, come morning and the mountain was still in its place.
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”Pass a word to the flag bearers,” Arthur stood in front of the leaders of the army and spoke to them. ”All soldiers are to stand by until the sign appears. If anyone breaks formations, I'll slay them myself!”
”What is the sign, commander?”
”Trust me, you'll know when you see it, brat,” Stephanie's grandfather commented. His face was flushed red and each cell on it carried life and beamed with light. Excitement filled his face, while curiosity rested on all the others. 'What could he have heard in the tent last night?' they all thought.
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”It smells ghastly in this place,” Sarin said as he walked around headquarters. ”It's just like No-b's smell. Disgusting.”
”Funny you would mention him, when he just died,” Johan's father, the commander of the Blood sect's army, Dawlish said.
”It's precisely because he just died. You should have been there, you should have seen it. That brat commanded a small army of the most exotic monsters I'd ever laid my eyes on. One of them even managed to kill my Kraken. And yes, when I say 'kill' I mean kill and not beat. I couldn't summon it since.”
”I could tell. If you could, you wouldn't be full of scratches like you are just now,” you're famous for your healing ability, using your Kraken,” Dawlish said, and with a snicker he continued, ”I should say, you were known.”
”Keep your funny remarks to yourself; I was fond of my Avatar. It feels like a piece of my soul is missing. But, I got my revenge! I'll never forget the moment I took him down!” Sarin clutched his fist in front of him and smiled like a maniac.
”Are you sure he died? Edward Avalon, that is,” Dawlish was quick to ask. ”You did mention how he got used to your poison. Did you actually see him get killed?”