Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!
Chapter 812 - 245 Kael: If We Can Truly Become One (10K)

Amidst the silence, a sudden thunderstorm arose; after a surprise attack, the Infiltrator Army and Shadow Garden Maid Team gradually teleported back to Lancaster Territory through the teleportation array Kael had originally hidden outside the city's suburbs.

Once the news broke, Kael, who had been delaying sleep in his study, could no longer remain seated.

Upon arriving at the scene, he saw a group of Priests assisting wounded individuals.

Hassaka, sitting on top of a carriage not knowing what to do, brightened upon seeing Kael approach, lightly exerted his feet, and jumped in front of Kael:

"Master, a few members are unable to hold on any longer."

"Take me there."

"Alright."

The two quickened their pace and arrived beside those few Shadow Clan members.

Upon arrival, Kael instinctively frowned: "These wounds are so severe."

A few Priests from the Dawn Lord Church stood by, uninterruptedly casting healing Divine Arts with their hands.

A healer supported by the Lord Mansion had large beads of sweat continuously seeping from his forehead, and a nun beside him stepped forward to wipe his forehead with her sleeve upon seeing the healer under such pressure.

"Let me handle this. Thank you all for your hard work."

The anxious gaze of the Infiltrator leader beside him slightly brightened, seeing Kael's arrival, he wanted to say something, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Rest assured, most who have sustained bodily damage and still hold a breath can be wrested back from the hands of the Death God by me."

Kael patted his shoulder, and the expression on the Infiltrator leader's face also slightly calmed.

To some extent, he felt a sense of apology towards these Shadow Clan people, and he understood the kind of struggle they had encountered.

First watching his compatriots voluntarily go to their death for the future of Shadow Country.

Before they could serve their country faithfully, they despairingly discovered they had already become part of historical echoes, the country they swore to protect with their lives had turned to historical dust, and they were likely...

The last surviving Shadow Clan members on earth.

This unprecedented sense of loneliness washed over them, as if everything they valued became meaningless.

Despite this, deep inside, the Shadow Clan members still harbored fantasies.

They wanted to return to their homeland to take a look, to see the land they fought desperately to protect.

Yet greater disappointment awaited them.

Not only because Shadow Country had vanished, but also because traces of the Shadow Clan had not been heard of on the continent for years.

They were like rootless weeds, drifting and swaying, unable to find the direction for the future.

The only certainty was they now must find a place that could take them in, ensuring the Shadow Clan continued to exist in this world.

Go to unfamiliar territories?

That was evidently impossible.

Such large-scale relocation to other territories would certainly cause local Lords to feel tense.

Playful as it may be, noisy as it may be...

The Infiltrator Army is ultimately part of a war mechanism crafted by a country.

Which Lord would dare accept these obviously armed Shadow Clan members from an army corps?

Logically, these beings from the Dungeon naturally ought to become inhabitants under the command of the Lord conquering this Dungeon.

Of course, you can take these people in, but you must also consider whether accepting them would lead to antagonism with another Lord.

Very simple reasoning, another Lord able to forcibly conquer this Dungeon basically indicates their strength surpassing the Infiltrator Army.

Provoking a powerful Lord over a group of outsiders possibly lacking loyalty isn't a risk every Lord is willing to take.

Emotionally, such races not conquered can never be guaranteed not to usurp once entering one's domain.

Who could assure they aren't spies sent by another Lord to internally fracture one's territory?

If emerging from the echoes of history, their country still existed, they might have some chance to return to Shadow Country.

But since Shadow Country was gone, they had no second choice.

The most suitable place for the Shadow Clan's future settlement was naturally only Lancaster Territory.

Moreover, be it as it may, the Rangers and the Shadow Garden had once jointly crushed them completely.

Facing the enemies who had defeated them, at least psychologically, they wouldn't resist being governed and ruled by them.

After all, if they could defeat them once, they could defeat them again.

The Infiltrator leader fully realized this issue.

For Lancaster, even if the Infiltrator Army truly perished, it wouldn't change the core strength fundamentally, at most, leaving them unable to enhance the base-level professionals.

They could afford the loss of the Infiltrators, but the Infiltrators couldn't afford the cost of wandering aimlessly on the continent.

Upon hearing they were needed to go to the Orean Independent Kingdom to perform a task, the Infiltrator leader realized the Shadow Clan's opportunity had arrived.

For any faction, rather than speaking so many worthless words, or offering wealth, technology, and beauties, nothing might surpass a battle, willing to sacrifice oneself for the Lord.

Cruelly enough, true sacrifices, shedding blood, can more affirm "loyalty."

During the siege of Wandong City, the Infiltrator Army assembled by Shadow Country was essentially meant to create immense sunk costs through such severe sacrifice.