ALL NOVEL Chapter 2392 Forward!
Chapter 2392 Forward!
"Sir, we are 1,000 miles from the Citadel," Sergeant Vorlax reported, his voice tense with urgency.
"Alright... Everyone, prepare yourselves!" Emery called out and all acolytes quickly readying themselves for the possibility of a swift confrontation.
Their next and final destination was the renowned Valaryn Citadel, a stronghold that had seen countless battles and held strategic significance on the planet. The air was thick with anticipation, as they all understood that the area was a hotbed of conflict. Emery was acutely aware that their presence might attract unwanted attention, particularly if the elves realized they were there to deliver supplies.
As they drew closer, one of Magus Vorlax's men spoke into the transmitter. "Citadel, this is Fox 12. We are approaching 1900 vectors. ETA 30 minutes."
The call sign 'Fox' was the designated code for supply convoys, which granted them entry clearance. The acolytes listened intently, anticipating a standard response to proceed.
But the reply they received was anything but routine.
"Negative, Fox 12. This is Citadel Command. The court is hot. Repeat—the court is hot. Hold your position or alternate to 1600 vector."
The coded message made the situation clear: the Citadel was under siege. The "court is hot" confirmed that active hostilities were underway, with the possibility that their intended route was compromised. Hearing the tense exchange, Magus Vorlax turned to Emery, his brow furrowed with concern. "Sir, what are your orders?"
The urgency in the air was palpable. If the Citadel was indeed under attack, taking detours could still lead them straight into danger. It was a precarious situation, and Emery knew that staying hidden until the battle had passed was the most prudent course of action. However, before they could finalize their strategy, Emery's divine sense prickled with alarm. He sensed a group of dark elves moving in their direction.
"They've found us!" Emery announced his decision swiftly. "Go detour to 1600!"
"Yes, Sir!" Vorlax responded without hesitation, his voice steady as he relayed the command.
The sand boat surged forward, its engines roaring to life as Sergeant Vorlax pushed the vessel to full speed. The momentum threw everyone back slightly as they accelerated through the swirling sands. Emery's gaze was sharp, scanning the horizon for any signs of the approaching threat.
With a quick, knowing glance, Klea understood Emery's intent. She wasted no time in setting up a defensive formation around the sand boat. "Don't worry, we will be fine!" Emery reassured the young acolytes.
Ten minutes later, the rumble of distant explosions and the clash of weapons began to resonate through the air, a grim prelude to the chaos ahead. As the sand boat crested another dune, the devastation came into full view. Scattered ruins littered the landscape—once-proud structures now crumbled and smoldering, the wreckage of transports twisted and overturned, and corpses strewn haphazardly in the sand.
As they pressed forward, the Citadel finally appeared on the horizon—the last stronghold of the Valaryn, a city built like a fortress, its towering stone walls fortified with layer upon layer of magical defenses.
Energy barriers shimmered along the perimeter, flickering under the relentless barrage of attacks. Watchtowers punctuated the walls, each armed with heavy turrets firing rapid bursts of energy into the oncoming hordes. The city's defenses were a marvel, but even they seemed strained under the weight of the assault.
The sight that lay before Emery was harrowing: a sea of orcs, their numbers unfathomable, surging forward in waves from the north and encircling the Citadel like a swarm. The horde stretched as far as the eye could see, a writhing mass of fury and violence.
Among them were dozens of colossal twin-headed ogres, their lumbering forms smashing a path forward, massive fists pounding into the earth as they advanced toward the city walls. Hundreds of wyverns covered the sky, their leathery wings casting ominous shadows across the battlefield.
Behind the chaotic frontlines, Emery could make out clusters of dark elf magus, positioned carefully within the enemy ranks. Thousands of elven warriors, their numbers reinforced by those in the magus realm, worked in unison. Hundreds of spells were channeled simultaneously, filling the sky with a storm of lethal energy aimed directly at the Citadel's defenses.
"Sir, our path is blocked!" Magus Vorlax called out, his voice laced with urgency as he assessed the incoming forces.
Emery took a swift glance ahead. The Citadel loomed tantalizingly close, and their designated route would intersect with the Alliance magus forces positioned to reinforce them. However, multiple dark elf ambush units lay in wait along that path, making it a deathtrap. "Hold tight!!" Emery said, grabbing control of the sand boat. With a sharp twist, he veered the vessel toward an alternate route that provided partial cover amidst the dunes, dodging the most densely packed elven units. The sand boat careened through the dunes, kicking up clouds of dust as it raced forward. Each second counted, and the Citadel's distance began to shrink.
300 miles…
250 miles… 200 miles…
Eventually, a fast-moving elven magus unit managed to close in, their figures like dark blurs against the burning desert sky. Ten dark elf magus positioned themselves on their path. In unison, they released a hailstorm of massive fireballs, their blazing orbs arcing down upon the sand boat.
"Brace for impact!" Emery shouted as the fiery projectiles struck.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The sand boat shuddered under another intense volley, but Klea's barriers held strong, shimmering with layers of protective magic that deflected the worst of the blasts. The acolytes huddled together, gripping the sides as the energy shook the boat to its core.
Emery wasted no time, channeling his Khaos energy to cast [Dark Tide], summoning a torrent of darkness-infused water that surged forward like a tidal wave. The wave crashed into the enemy magus, scattering them and carving out an opening for their escape.
"Pursue them! Do not let them reach the Citadel!" bellowed a dark elf captain, rallying his forces to press the attack.
150 miles...
100 miles...
As Emery steered the sand boat along a new route, they found themselves caught in a dire situation. Dark elf magus were closing in fast from behind, and ahead, a massive horde of orcs blocked the path, their ranks stretching across the sand like a dark, ominous wave.
"Haha! You won't escape us!" one of the dark elf captains taunted from the rear, his laughter cutting through the chaos. "Catch them!!"
However, Emery remained calm, with less than 100 miles left to reach the Citadel, Emery was able to cast his [Spatial gate], instantly transporting the entire sand boat to safety just outside the Citadel, leaving all the elven magus dumbfounded.