I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 740 Dilemma and Rescue

Two days later.

The Aizehart Mountains.

Countless reddish-brown sandstones of varying sizes stand tall in the hard Gobi Desert.

Some giant sandstone formations, due to their coincident location, have been eroded by wind over millions of years, resulting in natural arc-shaped cavities.

And right there in this huge, curved cavity.

The heads were densely packed together, each one covered in dirty, dark yellow cloth.

They remained motionless, letting the wind and sand whip against their bodies in the darkness.

His exposed eyes held a mixture of determination, fear, cowardice, and blankness.
The entrance is cleverly concealed by two intersecting weathered rock pillars, and the ever-flowing sandstorms further increase the difficulty of divination calculations.

Especially the latter.

The more things one comes into contact with in divination, the more difficult it becomes to make a prediction.

This is a key reason why members of the Wings of Light, including Carter, were able to successfully evade encirclement and suppression in the Enoch Desert, which features complex terrain including various mountains, wastelands, oases, inland areas, and oceans.

In a corner near the entrance, a one-armed man was huddled.

He frowned, clutching a dirty, tattered map covered with various markings.

—Carter, founder of the Wings of Light.

This is the man who led the Wings of Light to escape six consecutive times from the encirclement and suppression by the large army of the Ego Cult.

Everyone was looking at him with a dependent gaze.

of course.

This does not include the more radical faction that had previously sidelined him, the faction led by Renato Wheeler.

Renato Wheeler looked at the one-armed man at the entrance with a complicated expression.

After he successfully seized power, he launched several raids on the Ego cult.

Although it could be considered a slight achievement, it also accelerated the wear and tear on the Igor Church's patience, to the point that it triggered a large-scale encirclement and suppression by the other side.

During the subsequent encirclement and suppression, they suffered a disastrous defeat due to poor command.

Just when the Wings of Light were about to fall apart

This man seemed to have foreseen this, stepping forward to introduce concepts such as guerrilla warfare, strategic retreat, the active phase in passive defense, and the concentration of forces.

It is said that he received guidance from a letter from that mysterious behind-the-scenes financier.

Surprisingly, it actually had some effect!
After moving into the Enook Desert, they resisted six encirclements in succession, and even achieved some success by taking advantage of the terrain and local superiority in numbers.

Because of this.

Command of the Wings of Light has returned to Carter.

Although Renato is still on the periphery of the center of power, his voice has been greatly diminished.

He only had about ten people left to support him.

The howling sandstorms couldn't dispel the inner turmoil and frustration.

He suddenly stood up, and Glenn and Vera, who were blacksmiths, immediately followed.

"We're going to the guard team to change shifts."

Renato said this as he passed Carter.

"Be careful."

"Ah."

brush--!!

As soon as you step out of the arc-shaped cavity.

The sound of wind and sand immediately enveloped all the senses; the ears, eyes, and nasal cavity were all covered with a thick layer of sand.

After leaving the team, he was exchanged with the early warning team.

Glenn and Vera, the blacksmith siblings, seemed to finally relax and speak, but their faces were still full of worry.

"If you're going to run, then run! Why does Commander Carter always have to launch a counterattack? We're still too few in number!"

"We can't fight again this time. News from the Xia Alliance and Bahadur Magic Academy confirms that the Ego Cult has sent at least three legions to besiege us, with each legion deploying one ninth-tier member as an assistant."

Renato remained silent.

The failure a few days ago gave him a lot of ideas.

He understood Carter's intention: defensive warfare is always passive and negative, which can infinitely interfere with and hinder intelligent power.

Only by finding opportunities to take the initiative amidst passivity can we glimpse the dawn of victory from negativity.

Glenn noticed that his boss remained silent.

Picking up where her sister Vera left off: "I heard that Commander Carter may have also sensed the intensity of this encirclement and suppression. He wrote another letter, and this time he wrote it alone in hiding."

This wouldn't be the case when writing to Bahadur and the Knights of the Galaxy, unless it were written to the powerful figure behind the scenes.

Vera paused slightly: "Do you think the person who provided the funding might really be the Knight of Light who wiped out the Zantalin Society at Axe Beach?" Glenn shook his head: "No, some scholars speculate that it is an ancient organization from the Third Era that rarely shows itself. We only established our organization by borrowing their name. It is really unlikely that we have any connection with them."

The siblings chatted for a while without the older sibling responding.

Turn your head to look ahead.

"Boss, what do you think?"

"Quiet! Lie down!"

Renato opened his mouth as if he was about to speak.

Then suddenly his pupils contracted, and he pulled the two siblings down onto the sand.

Half of his frozen, rough face was buried in the gravel, his eyelids taut, staring into the hazy sandstorm ahead.

The two siblings were well aware that they had an enemy.

After all, they are all people with considerable combat experience.

Even if their minds are slow to mature, their bodies react quickly and are ready for battle.

After crushing the alarm ring that sends a feedback signal, grip your weapon tightly.

They retreated slowly.

The most important task for the early warning team is reconnaissance, followed by survival, preserving its manpower.

"呲呲呲——"

But the next moment.

A blinding gleam of cold light descended from the sky, sharp steel arrowheads flashing with a chilling light.

Immediately following was the deafening sound of horses' hooves!
There are quite a few of them; it's at least a reconnaissance team!
Early warning teams are also considered reconnaissance teams, but there are differences between different reconnaissance teams.

The Church of Ego can mobilize the Legion of Aetheron, which may be five times their size!
"run!"

A spiritual light flickered, and a membrane of spiritual energy enveloped his body. He swung swords and blades, but they bounced off with a clanging sound.

The three remained calm and immediately ran in the opposite direction from the stronghold.

"Where!"

"Look, there's a woman."

"I never expected that Lord Will would catch a fish while casually strolling around! By Igor!"

As they were completely exposed, the enemy's reconnaissance team roared, and the sound of horses' hooves rolled like sand in the wind.

Renato deflected an arrow that was aimed at Glenn.

Looking back, I spotted a cavalry unit of nearly fifty men. The leader, mounted on horseback, wore exquisite armor and was armed with superior weapons—it wasn't a reconnaissance group!

What's even more deadly is that the social class is very high!
There are two level eight mages among them! And one of them is a mage with many tricks up his sleeve and is extremely difficult to deal with!

Two seventh-tier individuals and one sixth-tier individual were no match for them!
Renato's masseter muscles are prominent.

The lightning and sword light in his hand mingled, pulsating as he slammed into the ground.

The exploding, rammed Gobi ground kicked up surging dust, which mixed with the wind and sand to build high walls.

"Run!"

"run?"

A horse's mournful neighing.

The person clad in exquisite silver-white armor smashed through the spiritual barrier used to obscure their vision like a cannonball, their momentum undiminished, crashing into the path Renato and his companions were fleeing with a deafening roar, creating a large crater, before slowly rising to their feet.

In the hazy sandstorm, a handsome man with a wicked smile appeared, without even drawing his weapon.

"Well done, Lord Will!"

"As expected of Lord Will!"

Renato realized they were plotting to torture their opponents and extract their brains—the same old tricks of the Ego Cult.

He shielded the brother and sister, who were terrified but still held their swords, behind him.

whispered:
"I'll use the [Ban] spell on this person's magic ring in a bit, then I'll hold off the pursuers behind us, and you can take the opportunity to escape."

"Boss, isn't this..."

"Boss!"

Cutting off all escape routes in this situation is essentially tantamount to sacrifice.

"It's settled then! No arguments allowed!"

Renato forcefully interrupted the two, his face showing a death wish.

However, when he looked again at the smirking 'Lord Will' in front of him...

Suddenly, they discovered that a tall male figure was floating above the person's head.

(End of this chapter)