Towers Of Heaven - 75 Book 3 Chapter 69

Once the last person arrived at the haven an hour after Wekkin’s death, Sam entered Peter’s office and reported. “We lost Erin, Andrew, Gary, Jennifer, and Cameron.”

Peter sighed. If Wekkin focused on killing as many ascenders as possible instead of playing around, the losses would’ve been far more significant. Five deaths wouldn’t harm the Alliance’s strength. That was his objective analysis. A moment later, Peter looked up at Sam with a grim smile. “I’m glad we only lost five.”

“Mm,” Sam’s thoughts hid behind a calm exterior as he locked eyes with Peter.

“I hate that I feel relieved,” Peter sneered in disgust as he suddenly voiced his feelings. “To think of a person’s death as a statistic. To evaluate whether it harms our foundation and goal.”

Sam’s expression grew awkward as Peter looked down at his hands. “Did you know I think of it as a board game when making decisions? Instead of living, breathing people, it’s a pawn or rook.” Peter laughed at himself. “It’s easier that way.”

After a moment of silence, Sam coughed into his hand. “Uh, I’m no good at things like this. All I can say is nobody doubts your leadership. Sure, there’s some grumbling here or there, but nobody’s going to lynch you or anything.”

“Hah, lynch me, huh?” Peter got up, walked around his desk, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Alliance’s best scout. “We’re in the endgame now. There’s no turning back, Sam.”

“Whew,” Sam’s expression tensed as the aura of a battle-hardened veteran swept out. “I didn’t think it’d come this fast. Ten generals and a demon king, huh?”

Peter left his office with Sam at his heel. Once outside, nearly two thousand fully armed ascenders turned his way, drowning him in bloodlust. Everyone knew since one general came, more would surely follow. It was better to hit them swift and hard now before they grouped up.

The haven was dead silent as Peter glanced around with an expression as hard as steel. In one swift motion, he summoned his equipment, raised his sword, and screamed, “Prepare for war!”

“War!”

“To battle!”

Swords, spears, staves, bows. Two thousand ascenders pointed their weapons to the sky and unleashed a warcry so fierce the mana barrier surrounding the haven trembled. Peter sheathed his sword and shouted, “Squad leaders form your party. Sam!”

“Here,” Sam stepped out from behind Peter as the army split into groups.

“Take your people and lead us to the nearest general,” Peter commanded, his previous weakness nowhere in sight.

Sam nodded fiercely as his teammates preemptively approached. At this moment, an ascender on the wall shouted, “Lavos is here!”

“Good!” Peter made his way to the wall and looked over. Astonishingly, a hundred minotaurs flew through the air with Lavos in the lead.

Lavos landed next to Peter after dropping off his tribe. “Everything alright?”

“For the most part,” Peter nodded. “Wekkin is dead.”

“Really? Great!” Lavos was delighted, and at the same time, astonished. In a mere two months, the Alliance was already strong enough to kill a demon general on their own. Their growth speed was monstrous.

Unaware of Lavos’ thoughts, Peter looked down at the ascender army and said. “We’ve decided to kill as many generals as possible before they group up. What will you do?”

“We’ll join you, of course.” Lavos snorted as if it was a matter of fact. “Ulmer secretly summoned something to watch over my movements after I left the meeting. I used a clone to deceive him and snuck off, but my clone won’t last long.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed. “Did he spy on the other generals?”

“I can’t be certain, but knowing him, he would,” Lavos guessed.

“Damn, that means he knows we killed Wekkin,” Peter raised his voice so the army could hear him. “The enemy might know we killed Wekkin. We leave immediately!”

While it was essential to buff up before a battle, in this case, it was better to take action even if they missed out on a few buffs. Time was of the essence.

At Peter’s command, two thousand ascenders mounted up and rode off. Regardless of whether they rode a flying or ground mount, everyone maintained their speed at 150 mph. A person’s stats determined their mount’s speed, and only at 150 mph would no one be left behind. Surprisingly, the minotaurs kept up with the ascender army without breaking a sweat, even without Lavos using magic to make them fly.

On closer look, each minotaur had eight runes. Dunk and a few others even had nine. Compared to ascenders, the weakest of which had six, the difference was significant. However, since every ascender went to the abyss over the past month, their rune’s levels were high. The two sides were about equal if you didn’t take into account skills and equipment. Sadly, the minotaur tribe only had less than two hundred members; otherwise, they’d be an unstoppable force.

As Sam led the army across the dread plains, scouts who went ahead returned with intel, after which the army changed directions. Eventually, the army left the dread plains and entered a zone unfamiliar to most: Craig Canyon. This canyon spanned over a hundred miles with countless cliffs and rivers.

According to Lavos, Ulmer ordered Toka, a dragon-turtle, to search this territory. Only a few hours had passed since the general’s meeting, so the turtle should still be here.

Sure enough, not an hour later, Sam’s team found their target. As if lady luck was on their side, the general was alone. Even if Ulmer knew Wekkin died, the warlock had yet to inform Toka. For the alliance, this was the best-case scenario.

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