Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



"Who said you can leave?" and even in the face of retreating enemies, William didn't show a single speck of mercy, "go, kill everyone, spare none!" and with a wave of his hand, he released the four monstrous beasts he made so far, unleashed them over his enemies.

Each weapon was the size of a huge truck. After William evolved the first two and made sure to use very rare and precious materials to make the other two, the four were looking like hell gatekeepers.

They roared, and with their giant bodies and such a fierce roar, coupled with the attack William launched, more masters got scared and started to run for their lives.

But many masters stood their ground, activated their spirits, and came for him.

"Dark master! I knew it!" The moment they activated their spirit bodies, and used their techniques, it was easy for William to guess the spirit elements they were using, guessing their identities.

They were all dark masters. And that just aligned with everything that was associated with this place.

He didn't think much about that, didn't even ask himself how dark masters appeared here without the notice of everyone in the city, or from where did they come. He didn't even ask himself about their master. All he cared about right now was to kill as much as possible in this spot, before heading to the hanging bridge nearby, lowering it, and letting his guild masters get inside to start the real battle.

He selected this spot specifically as it was very close to the gate and the drawing bridge. Once he left his mark here, it'd be easy to go towards the gate and lower the bridge.

But as he started to fight against the dark masters, he realised they weren't weak. Weirdly enough, the weakest one of them was at mid-stage dark gold grade, something that would let such a master be a faction leader or something.

But here, the normal soldiers were at such a grade! And the ones leading them were at a high stage. It felt weird as if this place was the gathering of all the top dark masters in the world.New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on ɴovelFɪre.net

"If that is true, then…" the moment he thought about the grand number of masters here, and the possibility that the weakest one of them would be in mid-stage dark gold grade, and he felt bad about all this.

He brought all of his guild masters, but the common level of power there was a gold grade. There were even silver-grade masters among them! He got mid and high-stage dark gold-grade masters, but their number wasn't that much, to begin with.

Facing such a grand enemy with such weak force? William felt this battle was going to be much harder than ever! He turned towards his guild masters behind the trench, waiting for his call to advance, and he hesitated.

Sending them here was going to be like sending them toward their deaths.

"Let me then test things out first," he decided to hold, not continue with the plan he had in mind, "if things were this bad, then it's not going to work."

Instead of following his deadly charge by heading towards the gate and lowering the bridge, he started to fight these enemies using his techniques.

He switched gears and used his wide-area attack instead. He hit a group of masters and sent most flying in the air, while many got wounded, and a few got killed right on the spot.

"It's not as strong and deadly as my Holy Sword technique, but it got lots of improvements…" he assessed his new power, and knew he grew much stronger than what he imagined before. His enemies were all at dark gold grade, and killing a few using his weaker technique was great.

He repeatedly used this technique for ten minutes consecutively. During this, his four monstrous weapons kept killing enemies all over the walls, and even on the ground. They jumped off the walls when William switched gears and started to stop the influx of masters towards the walls.

*Boom!*

And just in the middle of his spree of fighting, a bolt of a blue coloured ball dropped all of sudden over him. He noticed something flashing brightly in blue light, and he didn't stand his ground to wait and see what it was.

The moment he saw that flash, he felt a bad premonition. Without even hesitating, he jumped off the walls and landed on the ground in the middle of tons of enemies.

And then a fierce explosion occurred, one that wasn't any weaker from his strongest strike by the Holy Sword technique.

"Damn! They have a Troll Tower?!!" The moment he saw the destruction caused by this bolt, spotted the weirdly dancing blue flames that started to invade other parts of the walls, and he turned his head towards the direction this shot got fired from.

There he spotted a large dark blue tower, one that had a blue ball of fire on top of it. The ball of fire looked like it was suspended in midair, not attached to the tower by anything, and yet it was stable and didn't fall or shift right or left.

The moment his eyes landed on that tower and he felt a cold grip holding his heart. This was a fierce war weapon, one that could crack any defences and kill any foe no matter how strong he was.

The deadliest part of it was the Troll Flames coming out from the Troll Eye on top of that tower. As long as that eye was intact, the flames it spread all over the place wouldn't die down, would keep burning without an end.

"How come they have this?" William knew the tower was deeply situated in the middle of a group of big hills, hard to detect actually from outside. If not for the bolt that came out from it just now, he'd have missed it.