Chapter 1392 - Coordinated Combat (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The climate at the top of the Impassable Mountain Range was always a beat slower than at the foot of the mountains.

In the past, Cat’s Claw never understood the meaning behind the sentence, but now, having witnessed it for himself, he finally understood what it meant.

Following the end of the Months of Demons, the majority of cities and towns entered the thawing phase, where gradual trickles of rain and the breaking of ice could be heard all over, and new green sprouts appearing in the moist soil by the roadsides. But on the top of the mountains, everything was preserved as they were. Covered mostly in the pure white snow with a few ice stalactites which were taller than an average human hanging by the edge of the cliffs, those traveling on the small paths below were constantly in fear that the thick and solid “needles” might suddenly fall on them.

If not for Hummingbird and the God’s Punishment Witches, it would had been impossible for them to move the heavy weapons to the designated location in time.

But what made Cat’s Claw afraid was the target for the mission—the demon’s mobile fortress.

It was just too gigantic.

Although they were clearly separated by over twenty kilometers, there was no need for a telescope to see the floating island. The floating island practically occupied half of the northern sky in complete disharmony with the surroundings be it its outline or presence. The stones exposed outside were pitch black and there were edges that protruded out like blades. It was in stark contrast with the reviving Fertile Plains beneath it.

Red Mist lingered in the air above the island, where the concentration was highest around the center of the island and diffused out slowly. A few wisps were left lingering at the periphery of the island, and they cascaded down and followed the topography in torrents. When viewed from afar, the Red Mist looked like red ribbons being hung all around.

This enormous object gave Cat’s Claw extremely huge pressure.

In the past, this distance of twenty kilometers signified absolute safety, as both sides would only see each other as small and fine black specks on the large terrain, leaving it close to impossible for either side to discover or fight each other. But at this moment, the distance felt almost within reach, Cat’s Claw felt that he could be pulverized by the floating mountain at any given moment.

Compared to the enemy’s fortress, humanity’s position and cannons appeared to be somewhat insignificant.

The headquarters might had taken this into consideration, which was why they had gathered the officers who had been following the battling army.

He retracted his gaze back to the concealed sentry and breathed out a misty cloud.

Deep and slow breaths helped alleviate his nervousness and anxiety; it was something His Majesty Roland taught repeatedly.

“What’s wrong, you afraid?” Jop bent his back and leaned in.

“Bullshit!” Cat’s Claw glared at him. “How can I ever be afraid!?”

“It’s not something to be embarrassed about.” The latter held a telescope and looked out from an lookout meant for easy observation. “To be honest, this reminds me of the scene when the Artillery Squad was faced against Longsong Stronghold’s cavalry charge.”

Cat’s Claw was startled.

Naturally, he would never forget the experience of his first war. Similarly, it had occurred soon after the Months of Demons and he had been similarly up against aggressive and overbearing enemies. He had almost smashed the artillery shells onto his own feet multiple times while transporting them in the battlefield. Before becoming a part of the army, he had never expected that he would find himself standing perfectly straight against a cavalry charge and even confronted them head on, instead of being frightened to the point of kneeling down to beg or turning to run.

This was despite his legs trembling back then, thinking he was done for.

But this time, the enemy had turned into a floating island.

When his memories overlapped with reality, Cat’s Claw found his pulse moderating back to normal.

“I recall everything now. At that time, you were so afraid that you were stammering.”

“Heh, don’t comment about me, even Commander Van’er was nowhere better.” Jop’s eyes remained fixed on his target. “But at least, we never forgot to fire, and that was enough.”

Cat’s Claw nodded his head in agreement.

Indeed, there was nothing wrong in being afraid, so long as they accomplished their duties and responsibilities. Regardless of whether their enemies were noble cavalryman or a floating island, the only thing they were required to do was to launch the cannons.

“Wait, there’s movement on the fortress!” Jop suddenly lowered his voice, “Devilbeasts, the demons are making a move!”