Chapter 556 - Patience (2/2)

The last chance the Puppet Master had had was the Wind Wolf who was able to silently appear behind Leonel… Only for it to fall victim to an area of effect force field that nearly completely incapacitated it.

From start to finish, they never had a chance. Leonel's only injury seemed to have been self-inflicted. How could the Puppet Master not be enraged?

The worst part was that even after a long analysis, it still had no idea what that final attack was. The only thing it knew was that even if it had been it in the range of that attack… It might not have faired any better.

The Puppet Master wanted to stand and go deal with this situation personally, but it was well aware that it couldn't.

As a Variant Invalid, the Puppet Master had strength that could rival even Savants of the same level. The only difference between it and a Savant was that while Savants could improve by doing nothing but eating and sleeping, its path to improvement was several times more difficult that even humans.

With its strength, especially coupled with the headpiece its Queen so graciously bestowed upon it, dulling the senses of a world of people with population numbering in the mere millions wasn't an issue. In fact, even if the number was tens of times this amount, it still wouldn't have much of a problem.

The issue, though, lied in the fact it couldn't move from this region.

Not many knew this, but his puppeteering ability relied on blood. By accumulating enough blood from the people of Earth, he was able to lock down on their auras, thus giving him a much wider range.

If it left this place, its senses would slowly dull until its control snapped.

The Puppet Master took a deep breath. It had been lying in wait for thousands of years. It had patience his fellow Invalids never had, this was why it was on the cusp of success while they were all dead.

It couldn't allow itself to make a mistake in these final moment.

'I've already locked onto her aura. It will be impossible for her to escape me. It won't be too late to bring her to my side when The Capital falls.'

The Puppet Master sneered, looking down toward Leonel's gaze, its face twisting into a sinister expression. Looming giants shifted to its back, their slight movements causing the ground to quake.

'It seems that he succeeded. It's unexpected, though, that this Legion wouldn't try to kick The Empire while it was down…'

The Puppet Master turned its attention away from Leonel, looking toward another part of Earth. There, a battle no less important than the one at The Capital was taking place. However, the combatants weren't The Empire and The Cities. Rather…

They were The Slayer Legion and The Powers.

And, unfortunately for The Slayer Legion, due to the Puppet Master's interference, they were fairing even worse than The Empire's warriors.