novelraw Chapter 945: Together Again
Chapter 945: Together Again
Chapter 945
"Reinforcements."
Screeeech—!
Every single person on the field looked up to witness the humongous wind bird soaring directly above their heads.
Perched upon the creature, five figures stood out in the front while approximately fifty mages remained positioned behind them.
That was the maximum capacity the massive avian could carry.
Hovering a mere meter above the battlefield, the wind bird flapped its wings once.
A violent blast of wind burst outward, sending the surrounding enemies skidding backward in a disorganized heap.
Even the dual-affinity mage who had been poised to strike Greg was forced to pause as everyone stared at the new arrivals.
Jumping down from the bird, the five leaders landed in unison, their movements perfectly in sync.
Among them was Charlotte—Max’s sister and Lord Cedric’s daughter.
She had vivid purple hair that seemed to catch and refract the sunlight.
Her gaze was hardened and her expression cold as she stared at the sprawl of carnage before them.
She appeared detached, like someone who had lost all hope in the world, yet her presence remained undeniable.
Beside her was Dante, Grey’s senior from their academy days.
He wore a stern look, his eyes shooting daggers into the crowd of enemies.
He possessed a bulky, powerful build, and his robe was worn half-off his shoulder as a rugged fashion statement.
A blue bandana was wrapped tightly around his head, acting like a bandage to keep his hair from spilling forward.
He was a formidable warrior, often considered a dangerous opponent for Greg due to their contrasting affinities.
The third individual, Viktor, didn’t exude a loud or overwhelming aura.
Instead, he looked on blankly and calmly, possessing a chilling presence almost identical to Kael’s.
He wore a blue bandana similar to Dante’s, sitting snugly around his head to keep his yellow hair from falling over his face.
His stern brown eyes swept over Grey’s squad.
They didn’t look like they were in a desperate struggle or terribly injured—a fact that was largely thanks to Vanica, who had been healing them consistently from her vantage point.
Viktor looked at Kael, who was currently in his full "demonic" form.
"Really? Did the situation truly call for that, or did you just want to show off?"
Kael smirked behind his demonic mask.
"Something of the sort, Viktor."
Viktor rubbed his temples in exasperation before turning his attention back to the opposing army.
From the initial ten thousand, the enemy forces had been reduced to roughly eight thousand.
It was still a staggering number, especially with the enemy Generals remaining stationary and silent.
The next member of the reinforcement group was a woman who carried herself with an air of a taunting seductress.
She positioned herself in a way that naturally commanded attention, her long black hair cascading down her back like a silken cloak—enchanting and dark as a night sky graced by the moon.
Her features were striking, with succulent lips and enthralling black eyes that seemed to pull in anyone who dared to gaze into them.
She wore a tight-fitting outfit that strained against her curves, the buttons of her attire barely holding together under the massive tension of her form, leaving very little to the imagination of those standing nearby.
Lyra!
And finally, the last female of the group—a strange, short, and petite girl who appeared almost plain at a first glance.
However, anyone who knew her understood that she was anything but ordinary.
Deep down, she carried a weight that belied her small stature.
"Uh... why did I even get called out for this? I haven’t prepared anything for this specific circumstance," the girl asked, turning toward Viktor with a pleading, almost pathetic gaze.
"We both know you can definitely pull something out of that bag of tricks of yours, Sol," Viktor replied, casting a sharp glare in her direction.
"Tsk." Sol shook her head disappointedly, muttering under her breath about the lack of preparation time.
Behind them, the fifty men stationed on the wind bird followed suit, leaping down into the fray with their weapons drawn and magic pulsing, ready to bolster the thinning lines and join the chaotic struggle.
"So? How is this going to play out?" Dante asked, his eyes continuously rolling across the expansive plain as he assessed the tactical positions of the surrounding eight thousand enemies.
Before Kael could offer a response, Lyra’s grin widened with sudden mischief.
Her attention snapped away from the soldiers and settled directly on Scarlet.
Cupping her hands around her mouth to ensure her voice carried over the din of clashing steel, she shouted:
"Hey, red-head! Is it true? Is Grey really back?!"
"...."
Nearly everyone on the field paused, looking at the girl as if she had completely lost her mind.
To ask a question of that nature—about the return of a legend—in the literal heat of a life-or-death battle seemed insane.
But on second thought, it was very much expected of those who had lived in the Supreme Magus’s shadow.
Everyone missed him.
The news of his supposed death had been so utterly devastating that many of them had intentionally stayed away from the central base, unable to face the memories that lingered in every hallway.
They had only just completed a grueling mission when Kael’s personal message reached them, requesting immediate backup.
Initially, they had hesitated, their bodies heavy with fatigue.
But Kael had been clever; he informed them that he wouldn’t have even needed their assistance if Grey wasn’t currently occupied with the Emperor.
The moment they heard the Supreme Magus’ name, knowing Kael wouldn’t joke about such a thing, they discarded their exhaustion and rushed to the battlefield.
Before Scarlet could even attempt an answer, Kael took charge of the situation.
"Sol, Viktor, with me. Let’s go and confront those three musketeers over there," he commanded, gesturing toward the silent Generals.
Sol’s pupils dilated in genuine alarm. "Come on! I told you, I wasn’t prepared! You know exactly how my magic works, right? I need a setup!"
Viktor, on the other hand, looked like he had just been given the greatest gift imaginable.
His smile knew no bounds, stretching across his face with predatory joy.
"Hell yeah! Just like the old days. The Lunaria’s demonic big three squad fighting side by side again! I’ve been waiting for this!"
Turning his attention to the rest of the reinforcements and his original squad, Kael issued his final orders:
"The rest of you, take care of those pests in the ranks. Clear the field."
Sol still had a lingering complaint, leaning in close to Kael with a frantic whisper.
"Isn’t it just better if we let them sit there while we clean up the fodder? It would give me more time to actually—"
Whistle—!
Something sharp and heavy rushed toward them from the flank with such deadly velocity that every eye snapped in that direction.
A massive chain, looking like something a giant would struggle to lift, let alone swing like a toy, was hurtling through the air.
The attack had been launched by the cracked-toothed General, the metal links glowing with a malicious light as they darted toward the group with blazing speed.
"Looks like they aren’t sitting around anymore," Kael commented, his gaze narrowing as the atmosphere around them grew heavy with the killing intent of a General.