Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity

Chapter 279: Clearing Out The Riverbanks —2

"He’s over there," Kang, who sat atop a strange-looking horse with spots all over its body, pointed to a tied-up slim man to the left.

"Hm." Upon seeing Kang’s gesture, the massive figure of Leon’s Kaga puppet walked to the side, picked up the slim man, and directly placed him on its shoulder.

Without a second thought, the puppet chose a random direction and flew away, leaving Kang and the others to look at his figure from behind.

"Sigh, I see why the old man was always so cautious about the kid," Kang sighed as he watched the Kaga puppet leave their area of the battlefield.

From the moment he met Bran in the desolate region, Bran had always spoken of this kid Leon. He was Bran’s kid, but Bran treated him more like a ticking time bomb than anything else.

He even advised Kang to never get involved with Leon’s schemes because he believed that, given the opportunity, the kid would burn the whole world down with him in it just to achieve his goals.

This sounded absurd to Kang at first. The mysterious Bran, who seemed to be deeper than a bottomless pit, was this skeptical of his son? It didn’t make sense.

But after traveling with Leon for the past few weeks through the Undergod territory, Kang had begun to understand a few things about Leon.

Kang cared very little for the lives of those weaker than him, but Leon’s battle decisions were appalling, to say the least.

30,000 dead gang members. These weren’t civilians; they were the most slippery set of individuals in the entire Undergod territory. He figured that Leon would be able to heavily displace them well enough that forming the gangs once again would be hard... but what Leon did pushed his expectations to the extreme.

He had laid waste to so many gangs to their core, wiping them clean out and taking the small number of survivors as prisoners of war.

Even the Undergod Monastery, which had always professed its desire to exterminate the gangs, couldn’t achieve this in so little time.

This was something else.

"Boss, there’s a letter for you."

A lady in pirate attire approached Kang and handed him a letter with a three-headed faceless insignia on it.

This was Leon’s insignia. His troop, formed by his allies and his personal 500-man unit, was called the Faceless Night.

This was their insignia.

"We have friends in the west. I can send several messages and get some assistance from the Uheaval mercenaries... we have the funds to afford them," another one of the pirates jumped in.

They had pillaged over a dozen gangs and taken all their treasures; hiring the renowned Uheaval mercenary group was something they could definitely afford.

"That will waste too much time. You’ll need to cut at the neck of the alliance before it can fully form," Ken spoke as he sat far from the meeting table.

He had a cup of tea in his hand.

Even though he acted like it was no bother to him, he was right. Even this night of waiting was a dangerously bold move. They couldn’t afford a fully formed alliance from the river gangs.

20,000 strong was not a small amount, if fully formed, they could wipe out their men on impact.

No one wanted to die in a war for treasure with such odds.

"We’ve already taken half the river. That alone is a big accomplishment. Let’s consolidate our gains and leave," Tyloon of Yolum said, defeat written on his face.

There were gangs inland too. They could definitely survive and even flourish if they took the loot elsewhere. This was the right course of action.

"You’re right."

Another voice sounded, but this time it came from none other than Leon.

He was the leader of this whole thing. If he said words like this, then it probably was time to call it quits.

"But... that’s not what we are going to do," Kang’s voice resounded next to Leon as he looked at him out of the corner of his eyes.

"That’s what you were going to say, yes?" Kang asked Leon with a weary smirk.

He knew what Leon looked like when he had been defeated. He had witnessed the look once before. This was not that look.

"Naturally. Prepare the troop. We strike at dawn," Leon paid no mind to their deliberations. He stood up and walked outside the tent.

Those who wanted to stay were welcome to. This was not the climax of his actions in the Undergod territory. Weak-willed subordinates were not something he wanted.

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