Chapter 42
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Chapter 42: From Day to Night
The unstoppable fatal strike fell. Before the boiling blood could erupt from Mad Wolf’s body, the cold aura from Midi’s Lightsaber froze it solid. Through the split-open wound, white bones and internal organs were visibly exposed.
As Mad Wolf died, Midi saw a sinister aura being forcibly extracted from the corpse. The wailing aura tried fleeing but got dragged by an invisible force into Midi’s left arm. Instantly, Midi felt surging power—his depleted magic fully replenished, his physical attributes rapidly strengthening.
Level 24. After absorbing Mad Wolf’s demon god, the feedback purified Midi’s body, directly raising his level.
*The gap between me and Fina and Alice narrows,* Midi thought, smiling faintly.
To observers, this smile seemed unfathomably profound. Coupled with the intimidating aura from his level-up after slaying a powerful foe, everyone stared in shock—how had this reckless-looking youth grown so strong?
Enemies panicked. Allies rejoiced.
The Blood Wolves’ deputy captain arrived with two hundred-man teams to encircle the area, but Mad Wolf’s death left him directionless, gaping at the black-haired boy standing in the snow.
The Asreks family defenders finally recognized their savior—Midi Asreks, the family’s first heir!
“Young Master Midi! He killed a level 35 Berserker commander in four strikes!” soldiers cheered.
“He’s from the Asreks family! Kill him!” Blood Wolves warriors roared, charging toward Midi.
Hundreds of arrows abruptly rained down like metallic hail, carving bloody gaps through the crowd.
Elves completed their encirclement. Swordsmen flooded from alleys, wandering gunslingers rained arrows from high points, cleric-guarded Elementalists chanted lethal spells, and Nightblade Leopard Cavalry charged. The Blood Wolves’ battle intent shattered.
Leaderless and outmatched, centurions broke formation to flee. The deputy knew escape was impossible—this ambush aimed to annihilate them all.
*They slaughtered townsfolk, now elves slaughter them. Karma’s swift,* he bitterly realized.
Suddenly, the deputy threw down his weapon and knelt. “I know Joseph family’s bases and plans! Spare me, Lord Midi! I’ll serve you!”
His vision spun. He saw his headless corpse crumple.
“No time for captives,” Midi stated flatly, sheathing his Lightsaber.
Mercy? For butchers? After twenty years of reincarnation to fix past regrets, he’d never tolerate potential traitors.
Within an hour, Tami Town’s battle ended.
Leaderless Blood Wolves squads got systematically eradicated. All 1,000 died—no survivors, no prisoners. Midi’s side lost only 70-80 garrison troops, while elves suffered mere injuries thanks to flawless tactics.
An absolute victory. Yet to Midi, this was routine—countless past wars dwarfed it.
He stayed clear-headed. Even multiple wins couldn’t erase the Asreks family’s disadvantage. One loss meant ruin—nobility’s cruel reality. A Duke survived failures; a Count fell from one.
Midi sought strategic dominance, not mere battles. Tami Town was his opening chess move.
“Prepare the warriors,” he ordered. “Tonight, we strike Redstone County!”
Redstone County—rich in red earth and crystals, vital magic materials. The Crimson Flame Legion had seized it early in the noble war, stationing a thousand troops there.
But tonight, they were about to pay the price for their greed.
Beam after beam of azure light sliced through the dark sky like falling stars, crashing precisely into the Crimson Flame Legion’s camp. Defensive lines shattered instantly, dozens of armored soldiers reduced to bloody scrap metal in the blink of an eye.
These weren’t preset traps or black powder grenades favored by ammunition experts. They were Magic Beams.
Unimaginably powerful, impossibly long-ranged Magic Beams.
Fina Hamilton’s Magic Beams.
"Wandering gunslingers secure rooftops. Take the western clock tower and eastern high-rise for suppressing fire."
"Great Swordsmen with shields block east, west, and north exits. Keep southern path clear."
"Magicians advance under paladin guard, blanket streets with area attacks. Archers cover blind spots."
"Nightblade Leopard Cavalry set ambush in southern woods. Hold position until my signal."
Midi issued commands like flowing water. Under his direction, Elven warriors claimed strategic positions with lethal efficiency, their magic overwhelming the night-blinded Crimson Flame soldiers.
War transformed completely with these two women present.
Midi glanced at the silent black-haired girl beside him, then at the red-haired bombardier in the distance. For a moment, he saw echoes of his former Hawk Brigade.
Standard military commands relied on horns, drums, flags, or messengers. Horns worked in rough terrain but risked being drowned out by battle noise. Flags became useless at night except illuminated command banners. Messengers ensured accuracy but moved slowly, vulnerable to interception.
Elven warriors lacked human military training. Learning bugle signals or flag patterns would’ve taken months. Normally, commanding them would be impossible.
Yet this second battle already flowed like a battle-hardened army’s coordinated dance.
Fina’s Magic Beams became targeting markers in the dark. The Mist Sorceress Alice’s wind messenger let Midi’s voice reach every Elven captain simultaneously.
The future Queen of Magic and Mist Sorceress gave this green army precision strike capability and instant communication. Night became the Elves’ ally, their night vision and stealth magnified by darkness.
Though stronger than the Blood Wolves, the Crimson Flame Legion crumbled before this assault. Two thousand Elves clamped Redstone County like iron jaws, spearing death flames at trapped enemies.
This night belonged to Midi’s hunt.
Dawn’s golden fingers clawed through smoke-stained skies to reveal blood-soaked streets littered with corpses and broken weapons. Moaning wounded twitched among the dead.
Yet the Elves remained energized, victory singing in their veins. They swept through buildings methodically, erasing all Crimson Flame traces until the Asreks family banner snapped defiantly above the county hall.
The flag’s vibrant hues blazed against winter’s bite – a reborn soul’s promise carved in cloth.
Forward only.
Victory only.
"Rest today. Next target: Bluewater Village." Midi’s command left no room for debate.
