The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 789: Volume Twenty-four: Beacon Smoke Linking Camps, - Two: Conspiracy

Chapter 789: Volume Twenty-four: Beacon Smoke Linking Camps, Chapter Two: Conspiracy

"Fran, what do you think?" only Fran and Mihailovich beside Komer could offer him some honest advice. Newman was a pure magic practitioner, eloquent when it came to the art of magic, but utterly clueless about practical affairs. Without Ilot and Baoling by his side, in this room, only Fran could be called a true soldier.

"Lord, indeed, the situation is highly unfavorable for us. I am not fully aware of the Royal Court Magicians’ power, but if it indeed has the power to turn the tide of war, I fear our army, comprised of mountain people and Half-beast Army, will be unable to withstand the natural forces unleashed by these magicians. These races fear natural forces far more than we mortals do. Although the Half-Beasts have undergone specialized training against such forces, if pushed beyond their limits, they will collapse just the same. And the Barbarians, though they have been through wars in the South, where magic power is rarely used, will likely fare poorly against magic of such a magnitude that it alters the heavens and earth."

Fran’s words slowly sunk Komer’s heart into endless darkness. If even Fran said so, it undoubtedly signaled a complete failure of this expeditionary war. Moreover, Komer could also sense a more ominous foreboding in Fran’s words.

"But we can’t retreat now. As for the Homer People, let alone Galle, Poznan, and Silesia are all watching our actions. Once we retreat, they will pounce on us like starving wolves, tearing us to shreds. The vaguely worded authorization we received from the kingdom will be immediately interpreted in a different light, and we will be thrown into an abyss, never to rise again."

As expected, Fran’s subsequent words were unbearable for Komer. He couldn’t advance or retreat—were they only to sit here and wait for death?

"Therefore, we cannot retreat. We must push forward. We must crush the Homer Army before the armies of Poznan and Silesia get involved and firmly control all of Homer, cutting off any external powers from meddling in Homer’s affairs. This is our only way out! We have no other path to take!"

"But you are also aware that our Mage Corps cannot contend with the opposing magicians’ power. Continuing this war, our end will be the same," Komer said to Fran, his gaze steady.

"Just the difference in Mage Corps power, Lord, don’t you have any means to reverse this disadvantage?" Fran looked back at Komer, speaking earnestly.

This guy seemed to know something. Komer felt a slight stir in his heart, but the guy was cautious and careful, and his loyalty didn’t seem to be a concern. It’s just that his demeanor was a bit too sinister and dark.

Silently nodding, Komer didn’t say anything else. If they truly had no other way, he certainly wouldn’t be wasting time here foolishly.

In the dark basement, Komer always felt a chill creeping along his spine, an eerie feeling that made him uncomfortable. This fellow wasted such a perfect body and still preferred to hide in the basement, absorbing the Nether Qi. Perhaps the difference in gender made it difficult for him to adapt. That might be the only regret.

"I need your help."

"Heh, Komer kid, now you come to seek my aid? Haven’t you always treated me as a mere bystander? What’s the matter? Why come to me now? Run into some trouble?" The pale golden face still wore that indifferent expression, only the voice betraying the perverse old woman’s inner pride and excitement. Truly twisted, taking pleasure in my troubles—did she think my dire situation was a cause for her excitement?

"Yes, I have indeed encountered some problems. The Church of Light, those garbage, have started opposing me again. They dispatched a powerful Mage Corps to assist the Homer People. The Caucasian Mage Group’s power is insufficient to resist the enemy, so I need your help," Komer said without any embarrassment. Being outmatched was just that; there was nothing shameful about it.

"Oh? Can neither you nor Mihailovich withstand them? Haven’t you also bought some miscellaneous magicians? Their power can still make a showing, no? Can’t you all join forces and fight?" Upon hearing the confrontation would be against the Church of Light mages, Uma’s eyes glinted with flames like phantoms, and even her numb face twitched slightly.

"Not enough, still not enough. There will be more than four Light Saints defending Cyprus, and I am not confident that I can handle four people. Moreover, their other Mage powers are far stronger than ours. I cannot tolerate them disrupting my plan," Komer said deliberately, "So I need your help."

"Oh? Light Saints? Four of them? Hmph, how interesting. I haven’t tasted the scent of Light Saints for a long time." A sinister chuckle reverberated eerily throughout the basement, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward - probably Uma’s smile, "Very well, I like Light Saints. It’s been three hundred years, and I’m quite curious to experience the standard of this generation’s Light Saints. Alright, kid Komer, I agree, but I have one condition."

"What condition?" Komer hadn’t expected the other party to set conditions, which caught him by surprise.

"The Golden Corpse that you’re cultivating isn’t quite suitable for me. I need a better body, and female at that. I think if you can find me a body from the Church of Light that possesses a very pure Light magic power, I would be more than willing to offer you more help. I’ve always wanted to possess a body with Light magic power to study the fundamental differences between the Dark Heavenly Path and the Path of Light," Uma’s gaze grew deeper.

"Oh, do you have any specific targets in mind?" Komer sensed there was more to the other party’s words.

"Hmm, the Saintess of the Church of Light, for example. You have to help me fulfill this wish..." Uma’s mouth corners curled up again, giving off a truly chilling impression.

"Deal. It seems that one of the three Light Saints is the Light Saintess, we’d just have to see if your luck is good enough. But I must remind you, while your power is formidable, we’re not fighting alone, we’re waging a war. I need more group-based powers to help turn the tide. Do you understand what I mean?" Komer stared at the other party and said.

"I understand; you’re suggesting that I should make some preparations. Well, then, how about an Undead Legion and a Skeleton Battle Team? It seems I’ll need to return to Damarlinsk Castle to get ready. It’s been so long since I’ve been out, I do miss the days under the Eye of Darkness, that delightful sensation. I also need enough Nether Qi to rejuvenate myself," Uma nodded, aware that Komer was staking all the powers he had accumulated over the years on this bet, aiming to overthrow the entirety of Homer. A single victory in a duel wouldn’t significantly alter the course of the war.

"Yes, that’s what I mean—better safe than sorry, maintain enough strength as a reserve, and deliver the fatal blow when the crucial moment arrives." Komer nodded, his face fierce with intensity, "Not only do I need the power to attack the Mages of their Mage Corps, but also to strike a crippling blow to the Army of Homer and the Nirvana Knight Regiment on the Battlefield. The victory must be swift."

Komer stepped out of the underground chamber and exhaled softly. There was no choice; he didn’t want to reveal the Dark Undead Power so soon, but its appearance meant a declaration of war against the entire Church of Light, not just against the Religious Court. How the Salvation Society would perceive it, and whether it would affect their alliance, was also uncertain—accepting the Dark Lineage was one thing, but embracing Undead was quite another; that belonged to an entirely different world.

"Is it settled?" Mihailovich, who had been following Komer at a distance, asked in a grave tone. He was one of the few who vaguely knew about Komer’s connection with the elusive Uma, and although he was not sure about Uma’s exact power, the Nether Qi emanating from that fellow was sufficient proof of his capabilities.

"Yes, I didn’t want to do this, but I had no other choice. The Church of Light is forcing me down the path to confront them; they can blame no one but themselves," Komer said, his expression darkening, "With Uma’s undead power involved, there will be no room for reconciliation."

"Lord Komer, there never was room for reconciliation. Why do you cling to that slim possibility? Their previously shown hypocrisy was only due to their insufficient power and too many restricting factors. Once they believe the timing is right, they will never tolerate your existence, and sending three Light Saints already proves this," Mihailovich spoke dismissively, never believing that Light and Darkness could coexist. One would only succeed if the powers of both were absolutely equal; otherwise, one would perish, and the other would flourish—a fact seemingly confirmed by history, where the Bright Holy Teaching had established itself on the decline of the Dark Lineage.

Komer, pausing for a moment and seemingly deep in thought, wore a contemplative look on his face, "Perhaps you’re right. But our current power does not allow us to do so. Therefore, I hope to use this power sparingly, and even if we use it, to keep it from the knowledge of outsiders, or at least leave them with no excuse to object."

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