Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

Chapter 806

Rakiman Hog opened a dimensional portal with a bracelet towards the Red Legend Tribe’s fortress, the Patlok battleship launch area.

There were over a thousand battleships waiting in the launch area, along with the hellfire that had fallen along with the fleeing Red Legend Tribe.

Upon their return, the Red Legend Tribe had no choice but to face a chaotic situation.

The unleashed hellfire, beyond Jin’s control, was spreading indiscriminately, engulfing various parts of the launch area.

“Extinguish the fire, spread out, and activate the battleships’ emergency shields!”

Shimat took command in place of the unconscious Rakiman.

He also seemed like he was about to collapse at any moment, but if he fell now, it would be the end for the Patlok Red Fleet.

“Destroy the battleships already engulfed in flames, prevent them from sticking to other battleships. And quickly take our compatriot Rakiman to the infirmary!”

If the formidable Red Legend Tribe hadn’t been exhausted, extinguishing the remnants of the flames wouldn’t have been such a heavy task.

But now, there was no other choice.

The Red Legend Tribe silently wept as they destroyed the battleships entangled in flames.

The only fortunate aspect of this misfortune was that the remnants of the flames didn’t possess eternal characteristics.

The Red Legend Tribe could only manage to subdue the flames after losing around a hundred ships.

After all the remnants of the hellfire had been extinguished, Shimat and the Red Legend Tribe members sat on the ground for a while, their eyes blank and numb.

So much had been lost in a single battle.

‘Why did Jin Runcandel… come out of there? After the evil god war, the temporary alliance on the surface dissolved, and they were supposed to become hostile again.’

It was a series of events that Shimat couldn’t understand.

Jin Runcandel’s sudden appearance at Kinzelo’s branch and Rakiman’s decision to engage him in battle.

Shimat had advised Rakiman several times.

Even if they encountered Jin Runcandel or any other transcendent being during the hunt, they should retreat for the time being.

They weren’t as strong as they used to be, while the surface was teeming with all sorts of powerful beings.

There was also no shortage of time to retreat.

If he had been able to summon the fleet, he might have had enough time to use the return technique by sacrificing ordinary warriors or prey at Kinzelo’s branch.

“Useless insect… I can’t believe we lost the fleet because you weren’t able to handle a simple task.”

Andolin and Ozen, who were nearby, were startled by Shimat’s sudden remark and looked at him in surprise.

“Compatriot Shimat?”

Shimat was also surprised by his own words.

Unconsciously, he had involuntarily thought of Rakiman as inferior, and that slip of the tongue had come out.

“…It was something I said to myself.”

Andolin and Ozen felt uncomfortable, but they didn’t inquire further.

“For now, we need to find out what happened with Jin Runcandel and Kinzelo. Whether there was some kind of deal or if they became allies again.”

“We will investigate and find out during the next mission.”

“We need to awaken the other Great King of Battle as soon as possible. Once Compatriot Rakiman’s treatment is complete, we need to check the other fortresses. We must at least awaken Great King of Battle, Compatriot Bakarun and his fortress, or Compatriot God of Battle, to face Jin Runcandel’s brute force.”

“Compatriot Bakarun’s fortress is probably sealed like ours. But as for Compatriot God of Battle… Didn’t he suddenly disappear even when we were active?”

“Lately, I’ve been thinking that the reason Compatriot God of Battle disappeared was because he foresaw this sealing crisis.”

It was a sudden topic, but Andolin and Ozen didn’t deny it.

Shimat had always shown competence, and many times his words, initially ridiculed, had proven to be true.

However, they couldn’t wholeheartedly accept the fact that the Red Legend Tribe’s God of Battle had disappeared out of fear of the seal, abandoning his compatriots.

“Among the other Great Kings of Battle, there might be someone who knows the whereabouts of Compatriot God of Battle. Even if they don’t know, we can’t revive him unless we awaken the Great King of Battle. So we need something more than hunting… We need a more innovative approach.”

The danger of hunting had been proven to be overwhelming in this incident.

There was no guarantee that a similar problem wouldn’t happen again.

“Deal… We should consider engaging in trade or forming alliances with the surface as well.”

“Do you have any factions on the surface that you have considered?”

“Zipple or the remnants of the Imperial Family. During the next hunt, I will personally go out and contact them.”

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Meanwhile, the leaders on the surface were receiving a report about recent events.

“The Red Legend Tribe, huh?”

Beradin nodded with interest as he examined the report.

“They are presumed to be a subspecies of the Legend Tribe, possessing combat capabilities strong enough that even ordinary warriors don’t die instantly when facing the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends, and they possess tremendous technological prowess. Quite intriguing friends, these Red Legends.”

“I apologize for not being able to gather more detailed information, Patriarch-nim. According to the Spectre Corps and my Magicians’ reports, we could only get close and confirm their presence when the battle between Jin Runcandel and the Red Legend Tribe became more intense.”

“It’s alright. Since they returned alive with information after being active near Jin, it’s necessary to give them rewards. The Spectre Corps or the Intelligence Division, which side bought this information?”

“It was my subordinates.”

Satrin replied.

“In that case, the Intelligence Division should receive the rewards. I will give all the Intelligence Division members the opportunity to learn second-class vision magic.”

“Thank you, Patriarch-nim. However, before receiving the rewards, there is one more report I must make.”

“What is it?”

“It’s not certain, but there have been rumors that something other than our Magicians was present on the battlefield.”

“Something else?”

“Yes, they said that it was extremely difficult to sense that presence, so it might be Yona Runcandel or unidentified assassins… but it wasn’t possible to confirm their identity.”

“Hmm, it must be either one or the other. It’s either from the Vamel Alliance or sent by the remnants of the Imperial Family.”

“Are there individuals of that level of skill among the remnants of the Imperial Family?”

“I don’t have much information about them either. That’s why we always have to be mindful of the remnants of the Imperial Family. They might be crouching now because they lack power, but we must assume they can strike at any moment.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“If they are indeed the remnants of the Imperial Family, they will undoubtedly try to contact the Red Legend Tribe, so we must be vigilant. Send people to the imperial territories offered by the remnants of the Imperial Family. We need to pressure the remaining high-ranking imperial officials there.”

“Yes, Patriarch-nim.”

“And I will give the Spectre Corps the opportunity to learn third-class vision magic.”

“…Thank you.”

Just like he had done with Kadun, Beradin was intentionally trampling on Octavia.

All of Kelliark’s key figures were receiving similar treatment.

However, Octavia and the others didn’t dare to express their dissatisfaction.

Prostrating themselves and showing loyalty was the only way to survive within the clan.

“We should try to contact and have a conversation with them. The Spectre Corps Captain and the Intelligence Division must continue to send Magicians to determine their location.”

“Understood.”

“Deliver an immediate follow-up article to our subordinate reporters. It should be appropriate to inform the Federation that the Red Legend Tribe has resurrected due to Jin and Kinzelo, and that it poses a threat to our existence.”

“Yes, I will make sure the news is spread throughout the Federation by the end of the day.”

“Good. I will go to the Holy Land to see if the Priestess can be of any help. If we can obtain the Red Legend Tribe’s technological prowess, we can advance the time to counterattack our enemies.”

The Zipple meeting came to an end.

And at the same time, the Vermont Imperial Family was having a similar meeting.

On a deserted island located in the northern seas of the Lutero Magical Federation, the remnants of the Vermont Imperial Family had ceased their activities and had been hiding since the evil god war.

“Rakiman Hog… It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name. He’s still as arrogant as ever, causing trouble. Shimat must be feeling frustrated.”

That person spoke as if he knew Rakiman Hog well.

The aristocrats sitting beside him nodded as if they were also familiar with Rakiman.

Airan Vermont, the person who had led the remaining nobles and followers after the execution of the former Emperor Amir Vermont.

He had received the remnant of Chaos from Yona from Joshua before the evil god war and attempted to assassinate Dante, and even during the evil god war, he had sent Demon Men, including Latz, to kill key figures of the Vamel Alliance.

However, very little was known about Airan.

Before Amir ascended the throne, Airan’s hereditary rank was barely among the top 30, and there were barely any occasions for him to be in the spotlight.

Moreover, due to the Vermont Imperial Family’s mysticism, it was never willingly revealed.

However, they were the oldest stock within the Imperial Family.

In a sense, the aristocrats who had observed the Imperial Family, which had existed for thousands of years, from the beginning until now, had always considered Airan Vermont to be the true emperor.

Only Airan was considered the sole emperor of the Vermont Empire, and the hundreds of emperors known to the outside world were simply smokescreens to conceal the secret.

Airan and the aristocrats sitting beside him had been hiding within the imperial family, changing their names and appearances over the centuries.

They were the originators of the Imperial Family’s mystical nature.

“Bibol, you have done well. The harvest is quite substantial.”

The aristocrat known as Bibol nodded.

He was the one who had secretly observed Jin’s battles along with Zipple’s Magicians.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Finally, an opportunity has come for us to reclaim and revive our empire. The underworld forces, including the Red Legend Tribe, are still obsessed with the resurrection of the Sun God. We must create a scenario where our enemies and those creatures annihilate each other by taking advantage of that fact.”

The aristocrats’ eyes sharpened at Airan’s words.

They realized that their days of living in hiding under the guise of mysticism were coming to an end.

“To achieve that, we need to help the Red Legend Tribe regain their strength… Bibol, go to their fortress immediately and propose a trade. Offer them a significant amount of nutrients. You remember the location of the Patlok Fortress, right?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Good. They will undoubtedly accept the trade. However, considering the Red Legend Tribe’s nature, once they are well-fed, they might lose their senses and stab us in the back, so we need to provide an even sweeter bait to prevent that.”

“What else should I convey to the Red Legend Tribe?”

At that question, Airan chuckled and added a subsequent thought.

“Tell them that if they don’t betray us until the end, when the time comes, we will reveal the whereabouts of the Red Legend Tribe’s God of Battle.”

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