The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 962: Volume 31: A Hand Trying to Cover the Sky, - 6: Murderous Aura

Chapter 962: Volume 31: A Hand Trying to Cover the Sky, Chapter 6: Murderous Aura

Like a gust of wind that swept away the gloom cloaking the veil, a flicker of joy swept across Eve’s doubting face, but it was merely for a moment before it drowned in the faint melancholy that lay upon her features.

"Komer, what do you mean by this?"

"It means nothing specific. I just hope that you could go out more, see more. I feel more at ease with Grace accompanying you. Flanders is engulfed in war, and things may not go as planned. If you’re interested, perhaps a trip to the Southern Mediterranean would be enlightening. I think Xifnos Island will be quite an eye-opener for you both."

Komer did not want to spell it out; the girl’s pride needed safeguarding, although such needless pride often posed a significant barrier between two people who wished to grow closer. However, forcefully removing such barriers could only lead to bigger problems. Komer did not want to rush things and achieve the opposite result.

Eve felt somewhat disappointed. The other’s concealed hints did not fully satisfy her. The deep desires within her heart and her outward restraint placed her in a state of inexplicable contradiction. She did not wish to avoid anyone, but she also had to admit that with Komer’s current status, her expectations were improbable, yet Komer’s stance had already been made quite clear.

Eve nodded silently, saying no more. Pushing too hard was not her style, and she knew Komer was having a difficult time too. As Komer climbed higher positions, the words he spoke and the actions he took could no longer solely represent his own intentions. More often than not, he had to consider the group he represented, and sometimes, for the benefit of the majority, he had to forsake some things, even if they seemed immoral or unacceptable from certain perspectives.

"Eve, I just want to say one thing. In my eyes, both you and Grace are impeccable and irreplaceable. You need not worry about other things or people. Eve is Eve, not someone else. But many a time, I cannot act entirely according to my own will. I cannot consider only myself. I hope you can understand this. You just need to know one thing—you do not need to yield or be wary of anyone."

Komer’s warm gaze slowly seeped into Eve’s heart, quietly melting her cold heart bit by bit.

"Quick, quick, you idiots! The pigs on Volt Mountain are better than you by a mile! With the likes you are, do you still think you can totally defeat those damned Barbarians?! Tobrey, and Huli, have you two lost your minds? Have your troops line up immediately, ready to disembark. If in half an hour you and your soldiers can’t stand on the dock in line and report your numbers, I swear I’ll have you and your men serve in the reserves forever!"

"Shegur, where is your team? Look at that baby face of yours! Has a few days at sea turned the invincible Half-Beast men into a puddle of mud? Get your soldiers to stand up in line right away! Those who can’t stand, toss them into the sea, let the shore’s sharks see if this bunch of mud can fill their bellies!"

"Hulema, I’m going to flog you alive, you little bastard! Look at what your soldiers are doing! Haven’t seen Dwarven women before? Whip them hard! Damn it, after this battle, be it Dwarves or Barbarians, their women are all yours! But if you fail, I will definitely cut off your head to use as a piss pot!"

The crude and uneducated language filled the entire dock area, turning it into a simmering hot pot. Dozens of large transport ships were docking, and although several docks had been cleared early to accommodate this overlarge fleet, it was evident that the passengers had not fully adjusted their state.

Dragumo looked awkwardly at Ilot, who stood with arms crossed, a mocking expression clear on his face, a taste of laughter hung on his lips, which was quite unpleasant for Dragumo, but who had bragged just now? These usually hard-mouthed idiots ended up making him face such a scandal, and once they reached their destination, he would definitely make this group well remember the price of embarrassing him.

"Dragumo, does your team need a reminder to help them tighten the strings in their heads a bit? This performance is nothing like you told me about."

"Uh, Mr. Ilot, I apologize, it must be the lengthy sea journey that made the brothers somewhat unable to adapt. I promise that in three days, no, by tomorrow, they will perform as well as they did in Caucasus." A touch of shame brushed Dragumo’s cheeks.

"I hope what you say is true. Just look at the discipline of the soldiers from the Ghost Weasel Corps. Discipline, discipline! We are an Army, not bandits! Remember, this is Corfu Harbor in Shimaina, not Mattdam, not Flanders." Ilot’s tone was calm, but his stance was firm.

Dragumo nodded heavily, "Mr. Ilot, rest assured, we will not disgrace the honor of our Half-Beast men and the Rock Corps."

"Good, I do not doubt the bravery and ferocity of the Half-Beast warriors and the Rock Corps soldiers, but I must yet stress discipline. We still need to march across half of Shimaina and Iberia. Komer does not want us to cause any troubles before we reach our destination, although we fear no troubles." For the first time, Ilot experienced the authority of a commander-in-chief, which quite pleased him, although he admired Dragumo’s performance on the battlefield, he still hoped that he would impose stricter demands on the Half-Beast warriors.

"Thank you, Mr. Ilot, for the reminder. I assure you that my men will not cause any trouble," stated Dragumo with solemn respect when Komer was mentioned. Komer’s actions had increasingly won Dragumo’s admiration— even the formidable Barbarians were toyed with in his hands, eventually groveling at his feet. This tactic was more persuasive than anything else.

After an initial period of chaos, the fleet began to dock in an orderly fashion. Amidst shouts and whinnying of horses, the soldiers of the two thousand-strong Rock Corps, along with five hundred archers from the Ghost Weasel Corps and more than three hundred knights from the Bright Torrent Knights, followed by a few mysteriously comported knights from the Black Flame Knights, successively stepped onto the dock from their ships, assembling according to their respective units. This was the full force of Komer’s expedition heading south.

Given the vast expanse of the Cordillera Wilderness and the need to avoid detection by other Barbarian tribes, Komer had opted for a sea route to enter Flanders. Fortunately, now allied with Shimaina, the Iberians were not too difficult to communicate with and had granted permission for the Caucasus’ army to enter Flanders.

The frequent movements of the Barbarians kept the Iberians constantly on high alert. Although they had passed the Flanders barrier onto Komer, the Iberians were well aware that if Flanders were to be completely overtaken by the Barbarians, then the northwest of Iberia would face tremendous pressure. The Barbarians could coordinate with their forces in the northeast Meyrin River Valley, creating a nightmarish scenario for the Iberians.

Keeping Flanders from falling to avoid fighting on two fronts became the primary choice for the Iberians, thus allowing the military forces at Nicosia into Flanders seemed to be a tolerable condition. So, when Komer proposed sending troops to ensure Flanders’ safety, the Iberians, after much consideration, finally agreed to Komer’s request, albeit with a restriction on the number of troops allowed.

Komer too, lacking the ability to dispatch a large force, found three thousand men to be the limit. Had it not been for Fran rallying the Bright Torrent Knights, finally ready to be tested on the battlefield, Komer would have contemplated sending only two thousand men to help mediate the conflicts between Caron and Capo tribes.

Compared to the chaos of the Rock Corps, the knights’ regiments were notably distinctive. Both the Black Flame Knights and the Bright Torrent Knights displayed their unique styles from the moment they disembarked onto land.

The Black Flame Knights were somber and composed, their chill and deadly aura concealed, yet their all-black attire oppressed anyone who came near them. Meanwhile, the Bright Torrent Knights blazed like fierce fires, their arrogant and bold demeanor a result of long-suppressed energies finally finding an outlet for release. Their provocative ferocity, especially evident in the presence of the Dwarves at the dock, resembled the distinctive poise of northern knights.

"Are these the troops from the north?"

"Hmm, how different are those Half-beast Men from the Barbarians? I can hardly tell them apart, except for the armors; they could very much be the same kind."

"Half-beast Men aren’t fearsome, but look at those two groups, look at their momentum; those are true warriors."

"No, those people are not warriors. Warriors are born for war, possessing an indomitable spirit and fearlessness of sacrifice. They may be fiercer than the Half-beast soldiers, but they are not warriors."

"Then what are they?"

"They are the enforcers used by Mortals to maintain social order, called knights."

"It’s incredible that such warriors aren’t exclusively born for battle."

"Mortals tend to be more obsessed with their own construction and destruction than anything else; it’s their way of burying their self-identity while also their source of advancement."

Two Dwarves stood at a distance, observing everything on the dock from a loft behind the dock.

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