Reincarnation of The Strongest Spirit Master - Chapter 1145: Enemies Are Very Hard To Deal With

“We are going to crush them like rats,” the king advanced in front of everyone, acting as a real king leading his army in a fierce battle, “we have suffered a lot on their hands. Don’t mistake my words, I wasn’t talking about what we experienced here. For thousands of years, for even longer than that, we kept getting crushed by them. I don’t believe there is a single family in the entire world who didn’t suffer or lose a member over the long history of theirs on their hands…”

The king paused, took out a long spear, and waved it in the air a few times before pointing it toward the enemies, “they might not be the entire dark master community, but they are part of it. We’ll take them down, we’ll kill them all, and we’ll keep doing this until we free our world… Attack!”

William was standing on one of the mountain peaks around. He watched how the king stepped up at this moment, how he addressed and riled up morale, how he united everyone together.

He agreed with what the king did, and highly valued his actions at such a moment. The masters were stressed and exhausted for a long time already and suffered lots of losses in this campaign.

Even if the enemy was nearby, it was still hard to ask them to crush the last stand the enemy put. This wasn’t the normal dark masters whom they fought against so far. They were scared humans, with their backs literally against the walls, with nothing to lose.

They were the most dangerous type of enemies in such situations. And that was why the king decided to step up and light the morale and will of fighting inside everyone here.

William watched the masters around shout and yell, watched them move, and start running towards the enemies. And as he and other high-end masters expected, the initial clashes were quite brutal and bloody!

The enemy had nowhere else to be, no exit to run towards. This might seem weird in William’s eyes, as dark masters always prioritised a way of escape before even finalising any plan. Yet for a reason he and others didn’t know, the enemies had no way out from here. And that was precisely because of the ongoing deadly clash between their leaders at the final underground base.

William was wrong! These enemies weren’t the type to have nothing to lose. They got a way out, yet there was a grand obstacle stopping all of them from running away; the Nightmare monster!

That monster was indeed a nightmare! Whenever any group of them approached the underground space, they’d get massacred by the endless clones of this monster. They tried and yet failed. Nothing worked, and even if the monster was bound and sealed, it was still quite deadly and ferocious.

So their leaders, the statues, ordered them to go up and fortify the entrance to this base. While they’d find a way to deal with the Nightmare monster, they’d have to protect the base with their lives, with everything they got.

This was where William was wrong, they weren’t humans fighting without a way out, they were fighting for hope. And even if they were cowards, at such critical moments, they turned into a far more dangerous type of enemies, one that was much worse to deal with than what William and others thought.

The clashes showed to everyone how it was so damn hard to advance. The enemies didn’t mindlessly fight like everyone expected, instead, they worked in groups, used their darkness based techniques to the fullest extent, and put up a great fight against their masters.

Even if they kept losing ground, they lost it at a very slow pace, while killing lots of masters in return.

“This can’t go on,” Sloth slowly muttered while observing everything from behind with many high-end masters, “shall we intervene?”

“No,” William slowly shook his head, “we need to give them time to feel the credit of winning this.”

He was standing with hundreds of high-end masters, watching all the ongoing fights using spirit sense. William kept these behind, as they were the ones he needed to activate the supreme mode of the Troll.

“I can understand why we are here, but…” Sloth turned to look at someone, “Why the hell are you still here?!”

“What? I want to take part in activating that behemoth,” Fang snorted, and for a moment there, everyone looked weirdly at him.

“You can’t help that, sorry,” William didn’t know how to deliver the news to this stubborn old man to understand. He tried to convince him to leave, go, and help others like how many high-end masters were doing. But he refused!

“I will take part in activating it this time, won’t let anyone stop me!” Fang was indeed acting like a spoiled brat in William’s eyes at the moment. He didn’t have anything to say, sighed, and silently shoved his eyes away.

“You are indeed something… Aren’t you ashamed?” Sloth didn’t let the old man off the hook like how William did.

“Hmph,” and yet Fang crossed his arms, even sat on the ground cross-legged, as if he was planning to strike here or something.

“…” And what he did left everyone baffled with his actions, not knowing how to properly respond to this.

In the end, they all ignored him the same way William did. The latter kept his silence while watching the masters fight desperately for two straight days. Then he started to act.

The moment he took out his giant, all the masters around got riled up. It wasn’t that easy for them to watch others fight while they did nothing, especially when their presence out there would have helped the masters a lot.

But they forgot all this the moment the Troll was taken out. “You know what to do, and this time we’ll persist a bit longer than before,” William said, and he didn’t need to explain why they’d last for much longer.