Chapter 82
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Chapter 82: Encounter with the Mountain Wolves
The automatons of the duchy had some battle strength but were only fit for training due to their poor adaptability to environments and weak endurance.
The Elven Kingdom’s automatons lacked such flaws. They adjusted to any terrain and lasted longer. Their true value lay in the core hubs mimicking real magicians’ spellcasting—drawing magic straight from the air instead of requiring manual charging.
Midi imagined the advantage of fielding such an automaton army suddenly in battle.
Fearless, immune to blades, obeying orders perfectly, moving thousands of miles daily without supplies—a commander’s perfect troops.
Yet Midi knew these couldn’t be called true “heritage.” At best, they matched the treasures he, Fina, and Alice had scavenged two years later in his past life.
The real prize remained in the Elven Palace. He couldn’t afford to slack now!
Sharp determination flashed in Midi’s eyes.
“Swap high-level gear immediately. Take herbs, skill books, and documents. Leave anything heavy,” Midi ordered bluntly.
His words doused the group’s loot-hungry excitement like cold water.
As the unchallenged expert, Midi’s authority stood firm—his track record flawless. But faced with so many treasures, the team hesitated, glancing pleadingly at Odel, the only one who could question him.
“Won’t ditching such valuables be wasteful?” Odel protested, clutching a dense chunk of ice steel. Firearms made from this material fired nonstop if supplied with bullets—a roaming gunslinger’s dream.
Midi shook his head at the half-Elf’s earnest gaze. “Ever heard of the pistols ‘Storm’ and ‘Wildfire’?”
“Storm caused area slowdowns two centuries back. Wildfire made bullets explode faster,” Norton interjected.
“Both are in the Elven Kingdom now,” Midi pressed. “Other mercenary corps beat us here. Time matters. Even if you craft a no-cooldown gun from ice steel, what chance do you have against Storm and Wildfire?”
Odel paled. She knew how many top gunslingers rival corps had.
Power was relative—ice steel guns meant little against magical pistols.
“Same with this tower’s automaton techniques. The palace holds fuller heritage—mining veins, refining, design, assembly,” Midi added.
The material-obsessed artisans now looked thoughtful.
“Dump anything not boosting combat strength now. Speed up exploration,” Midi repeated. No objections followed.
Unburdened by heavy spoils, the team advanced swiftly in following days.
With Odel’s command and Midi’s oversight, battles went smoothly. Familiarity with the Elven Kingdom’s terrain and monsters grew, accelerating their pace.
Midi stayed vigilant. Top mercenary corps already knew this area. To overtake them, every detail had to be perfect.
His reincarnation helped—though the Elven Palace’s heritage had been stripped clean in his past life, he knew the Kingdom well.
Norton’s artisans provided unmatched convenience, dismantling magic arrays or using rare exploration tools.
With these advantages, Midi charted the optimal route to the Satellite City with Teleportation Arrays.
“That’s the city ahead.”
Five days later, Midi confirmed.
Through his telescope, a colossal palace stood central, twelve obelisks around it like stars circling the moon.
Half-ruined by Skyfire’s calamity, with toppled obelisks, its faded grandeur remained. The city’s layout mirrored the Teleportation Arrays’ building cluster from his past life.
No doubt—the Teleportation Arrays lay within the Palace of Moonlight.
Once again consuming two emerald leaves, the united team effortlessly navigated the corridor before charging toward Satellite City’s center in a tight military formation.
A thunderous explosion suddenly roared from the Palace of Moonlight, shaking the ground violently. A pitch-black Mushroom Cloud billowed upward from the collapsing structure.
"Combat ahead!" Odel locked eyes with Midi. The entire squad accelerated without another word.
Two forces soon came into view.
One group struggled to hold their ground, their mismatched gear marking them as adventurers. The other advanced with ruthless precision, their uniform equipment and disciplined movements resembling a professional army.
The dominant force was the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps.
"The Mountain Wolf Mercenary Group – they’re being completely overwhelmed!" Odel exclaimed, unable to hide her disbelief.
The Mountain Wolf Mercenary Group was renowned for tactical mastery, even employing military strategists. Their leader – a magic scholar currently directing troops with signal flags – specialized in large-scale warfare. Yet this elite corps was being suppressed.
Midi’s gaze hardened. His concern wasn’t for the losing mercenaries nor fear of Blood Blade’s strength. What chilled him was realizing Blood Blade’s true objective – they aimed to demolish the entire Palace of Moonlight.
The initial explosion had targeted the meteorite-damaged palace, leaving it precariously unstable. Even now, Blood Blade teams hauled gunpowder into the structure while maintaining pressure on Mountain Wolf. Their goal was clear – destroy the Teleportation Arrays.
"Attack." Midi’s order came instantly.
He became a gray blur streaking toward the enemy. Blood Blade’s commander reacted immediately, recognizing both the Morning Star Mercenary Corps’ arrival and the plain-looking youth from base-destroying rumors.
A hundred-man containment unit moved to intercept – tower shield-wielding paladins forming an iron wall, backed by roaming gunslingers and ammunition experts hurling flashbangs and freeze grenades. Ghost Cry specialists and exorcists lurked ready to counter magic.
Silver fire danced in Midi’s eyes as he deployed demon arrays, but the paladins’ charge had already secured critical chokepoints. Ice Binding Arrays slowed but couldn’t penetrate their heavy armor. Nether Flame Arrays fizzled under enemy ice magic, while exorcists purged his shadow and plague magics.
Grenades and bullets created a suppressive storm, momentarily checking Midi’s advance. He could eventually breach this defensive shell through attrition, but time burned faster than any flame – more explosives kept entering the palace.
Decision made, Midi’s ocular flames compressed into razor-thin beams. His wrist flicked, the Black Sky sword releasing a blade-sharp energy wave.
Extreme Swordsmanship!
