Above The Sky
Chapter 613 - 613 582 Breaking Through the Enemy Lines 33

613: Chapter 582: Breaking Through the Enemy Lines (3/3) 613: Chapter 582: Breaking Through the Enemy Lines (3/3) [Hmm]

The Dragoness Nun looked thoughtfully at Ian and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she finally shook her head, “There’s no problem, he is a highly skilled Earth Ascender.

If he helps us, the success rate of our rescue mission will definitely increase.”

[Indeed]

As Redemption Light spoke, she couldn’t help but sigh, “To prevent the future disaster in Canaan Moore, the offspring of the Bison Dragon King, the Aberrant Dragon Xiomi Rise Jia, must not die—if possible, those Fae must also be rescued.

Otherwise, the fury of Falling Star City will provoke new disputes and steer the cataclysm towards an even more perilous situation.”

“It’s a pity that the Church cannot intervene in its own name…

Only us.”

Yingguang nodded slightly, her eyes firm, “As long as we simply rescue people, don’t touch the data of the Central Research Laboratory, and don’t take sides with any party, then the powerful ones outside won’t stop us.”

“Huai Guang’s identity restricts us, but it is also our support.

Senior sister, and you, Glorious Sword Senior, even if it’s just us, it’s not to say that we can’t succeed.”

[Indeed] Redemption Light nodded slightly.

The three Clerics reached an agreement.

At this moment, Ian was explaining to the team how to distinguish various types of parasitic monsters and mimic monsters.

He spoke in a way that was both simple and profound, causing everyone to listen in astonishment, deeply impressed by the knowledge of this Ghost Valley Knight.

This was a habit from Ian’s former life—he liked to teach and explain issues to people; even when playing games, he enjoyed teaching others how to play, and when others played chess, he always had to comment and give advice.

If it weren’t for the fact that there was too much knowledge waiting for him to learn in this life, and not many people would listen to a teenager around fifteen or sixteen years old give lectures, he would really like the feeling of teaching others…

Last time at the Alchemy Association, it was this habit that flared up, but it also just so happened to fulfill the plan of spreading his fame.

“…

So, if you encounter what look like chests or drawers with traces of shimmering gold in some special areas, don’t rush over to open them.

Draw your sword and stab first, because if it is a real treasure, stabbing it definitely won’t be a problem.

But if it’s a chest monster, it could save your life.”

Ian spoke with authority, and if he weren’t clad in rather thick armor, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to say he was a lecturer at some major academy, especially since the identification tricks he demonstrated personally were very useful.

Some of them were even known to the people present, but they had not realized there was so much more to those common techniques.

“As for wall monsters, it depends on the region.

In the southern regions, you have to look at the shapes of water droplets and mold, while in the northern regions it’s harder to distinguish…”

At that point, Ian suddenly turned his head, looking in another direction, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Be careful,” he said, standing up.

The others in the squad also sensed something and picked up their weapons, organizing their formation.

“Many.”

Ian drew out the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword.

The Iron Pattern Sword was the weapon of his Ian identity, but as the Ghost Valley Knight, he used this one: “Over there is the entrance to the heart of the laboratory…”

No more needed to be said.

Because the Phantasms had arrived.

The Huai Guang Rescue Team was located in a miniature garden that was a skeletal plain.

In reality, this was probably one of the places where experiment bodies were buried, with various bones scattered all over the ground.

Because the terrain was flat, the rescue team had set up camp here to avoid being ambushed by those more familiar with the terrain.

But now, the entire bone plain was trembling ever so slightly, a white fog spreading over the plain and obscuring everyone’s vision.

It was as if the many corpses buried deep under the earth wanted to climb out from the abyss and return to the ground.

Ian couldn’t be sure about the others, but he saw that on the edges of the miniature garden, many Phantasms and Magical Beasts were appearing.

And unlike the Phantasms Ian had encountered before…

these Phantasms gave him a true sense of ‘completeness’…

They obviously wouldn’t dissipate from a small injury, and even if they did dissipate, if they weren’t purified quickly, they would re-condense and revive after a while.

“Undead,” Ian muttered to himself.

—They were the undead under the command of the Deceased Monarch.

Perhaps they weren’t the ‘Phantom Army’ in the truest sense…

but if you were to talk about being troublesome, they were absolutely more challenging to deal with than all the previous Phantasms combined.

Glorious Sword and Redemption Light moved to the front of the team, organizing the troops, getting ready for a head-on confrontation.

They could escape, but fleeing would not complete the mission.

Their teamwork was exquisite, their combat strength reliable.

Ian felt that this rescue team had at least the fighting capabilities of two to three Tres Squads.

It was natural to want to test the caliber of the Deceased Monarch.

The white fog was the Mist of Madness.

Ian inhaled a breath of it and felt that it shared some similarities with the fear aura of the Nightmare Spawn.

It must be a different product of the same plan, while the Nightmare Spawn was the core final product—hence, these things had no effect on him.

More and more Phantasms appeared in the white mist, but they did not attack immediately.

Ian knew they were still gathering, and when their number was enough to overwhelm the rescue team, they would attack.

Soon, the time had come.

The initial assault came from altered Magical Beasts, either Icefield Giant Bulls and Winter Wolves commonly found in the Karan Mountain Range or some kind of tough-skinned, fleshy bear Magical Beasts, yet the rescue team simply relied on the archer’s precise shooting to eliminate all of the Exobeasts.

Two Elves, one Demihuman, and one Human fired a barrage of arrows as swift as machine-gun bullets, while others provided fire support.

From a Swordsman’s sigh, Ian learned that if it weren’t for the death of the archers’ leader, Elven Yileisha, in a freak accident, she alone could have dealt with these slow-moving Magical Beasts.

Ian noticed that the Yileisha he described seemed very similar to the phantom of the Elf Archer he had seen outside.

Realizing that they couldn’t advance at all with the Magical Beasts’ assault, some shield-bearing Phantasms moved to the front, steadily advancing, while some even used their bodies as shields to block attacks for their comrades, depleting the rescue team’s arrow supply.

Even if they were shattered and dissipated, as long as that cluster of mist was not reclaimed by Subspace, they would recondense into Phantasms after a while and attack again.

That’s when Redemption Light led the Knights to the front, holding the line.

As a Minos Person, Redemption Light’s fighting style was exactly as all prejudices suggested—a charge with a huge sword, swinging widely, but her commanding style was surprisingly precise.

She had an excellent eye for judging where the enemies’ assaults would come from and which ones were worth her taking down preemptively.

Every time the Phantom Army was just about to launch an assault, charging at the rescue team’s position, it would have its momentum shattered by Redemption Light leading two deputies, decapitating the leaders—and once a number of shield-bearing Phantasms gathered, she would be the first to pull a large stone from the ground and hurl it at the enemy’s position, forcing them to scatter.

There were many Phantasms, not short of Second Energy Level ones, including sutured Magical Beasts like the Azure Fiend Bear Beast, which were not only powerful but also skilled in martial arts.

But at that time, Glorious Sword would lead a few armored Swordsmen to charge forward—with the Holy Hall Enforcer’s blessing of radiance, each charge of the two-handed swordsman wielding a huge sword would eliminate most of the Phantasms in their path.

And if the Phantasms dared to counterattack or pursue the retreating Glorious Sword and others, the vigilant archers would seize the moment to unleash a torrent of arrows, inflicting heavy losses on the rampaging beasts.

Ian, holding a Longsword, stood on the side, alert, watching thoughtfully towards the direction where the Phantasms were pouring out, knowing that he probably wouldn’t need to act this time, as the rescue team was fully capable of handling this level of Phantom Army.

—But the problem was that this was not a good thing.

“They’re holding us back.”

Ian raised his head and called out loudly to Glorious Sword in front, “The Deceased Monarch’s main forces aren’t here, they must have gone to attack Duke of Solin’s research staff position—The Deceased Monarch doesn’t want to let us go, he aims to devour us all, that’s why he sent these scum to buy time!”

“If you don’t want to die, charge towards these Phantasms—we must enter the Central Research Laboratory as quickly as possible and rescue the people and retreat!”

Redemption Light, who was in command, was momentarily stunned.

If it were an ordinary time, she would certainly be furious at the Ghost Valley Knight for such reckless interruption that disrupted the morale of the troops.

But she only looked like a horned person, she wasn’t actually uneducated enough to be oblivious, and as a Holy Hall Enforcer, she could definitely tell if what Ghost Valley was saying was a lie or not.

The doubts she originally had were instantly lifted, leading her to an epiphany, “No wonder there’s not a single tough nut to crack!”

“Brothers, Ghost Valley is right, assault formation, we charge!”

In a world with extraordinary powers, this one aspect was quite comforting, as some could distinguish lies, avoiding wasting time on mutual suspicion, which would cause blood pressure to rise.

And Ian was already leading the way forward.

The Ghost Valley Knight was accelerating, and since taking on the Fairy Bloodline, this was the first time he had used his legs to unleash the power of the Second Energy Level, the ground beneath his feet cracking and collapsing as he charged unstoppable, like a war chariot, through the Phantom Army.

Following closely behind Redemption Light and Glorious Sword with the rescue team formed a long spearhead potent enough to penetrate the firmest positions, right behind the leading sword point.

Ian, holding the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, directed the Fine Gold Blade’s edge at the enemy as he sliced horizontally past them, a light gold Earth Origin Quality creating an arc like a crescent moon shining through the air, spreading continuously in the distance.

Where the sword light passed, clouds of White Mist rose into the sky, the result of severed Phantom heads and upper bodies dissolving in flight.

Ian did not care about the attacks coming from the left and right, not just because he was strong enough to disregard swords and blades that couldn’t breach his defense but also because the rescue team was there to protect him.

Wherever the rescue team went, the rugged terrain filled with corpses was flattened, and the shattered Phantom bodies rolled like surging clouds, swiftly clearing to both sides.

The black-gold sword light swept across the sky, and several more Phantom heads soared upwards as Ian led the rescue team towards a decisive opening.

“Where are you taking us?”

Yingguang called out loudly, voicing everyone’s doubt.

“Where else?”

Ian’s eyes shimmered with watery halos, foretelling the future, and then he chose the best route available.

He said with a smile, “Of course, to where the Dragon and the Fae are!”