Mystery: A Spark

"Yes." Arthur didn't explain further.

Gawain Garcia hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

He realized that each of these people possessed unique skills.

Leaving aside the lowest-ranking five-star henchmen, and even several demigod-level fighters, not to mention Arthur, who rose to prominence in just half a year and can be considered a legend in his own right, just that Gehrman Sparrow alone made Gawain Garcia feel utterly incredible.

The fact that the mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow is actually Arthur's friend is chilling to think about; it's truly terrifying.

As for the so-called messenger, if Gawain Garcia's intuition is correct, the other party should be at least a saint.

What a fantastical thing it is that a saint would go and act as a messenger for people.

Of course, none of this had much to do with Gawain Garcia. He was a pure soldier who only cared about the outcome of the war and didn't care about the earth-shattering secrets of Arthur and his gang.

Chapter 295 The Scourge Legion, Advance!

On a deserted island in the sea.

Shatas stood calmly on the shore.

Her long hair danced in the wind, and her clothes rustled.

Occasionally, wisps of electric light would flicker in her hair, giving her a fantastical appearance.

After nearly a month of exploration and observation, and comparing her findings with records from the previous few years, Xia Tass has roughly grasped the wind direction and tidal patterns in the Intersea area.

And today is the pivotal moment she chose for this war, a moment destined to leave a lasting mark on history.

The tides surged in the ocean, and the wind in the sky began to grow stronger.

All of this was within Shatas's perception. She waited, waiting for the moment when the wind and tides would completely overlap, waiting for the moment when the seawater would recede to its extreme.

A naturally occurring tsunami is always preceded by a receding tide; this is an irrefutable truth.

Since we are going to rely on the power of nature to create this tsunami, we cannot go against this law.

And Shatas was certain that this moment would come soon.

She didn't have to wait long before the opportunity arrived as she had predicted.

As the surrounding sea level rose and submerged the island's coastline, Shatas raised her left hand and slowly pushed it forward in a splashing motion.

At the same time, Mobert, who was standing behind her, made the same gesture.

The ascetic Snowman stepped forward, made the sign of the cross with a devout expression, and solemnly chanted:

"God said it works!"

Instantly, waves surged all around.

The waves were not high at this time, and they did not seem to have any power. They surged toward the distant coast, as if they were just an ordinary wave.

However, as the waves surged forward, the power of the tides began to manifest, and just as a peasant uprising broke out at the end of a dynasty, the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

With the continuous addition of tidal currents, the waves began to grow higher and stronger.

At first, it was Xia Tas and her two companions who guided the waves forward, but soon, the waves began to move forward spontaneously under the influence of the great power of nature, gradually forming a massive tsunami of ever-growing scale.

But that's not all; in addition to the tsunami, there was also a storm.

After triggering the massive tsunami, the three of them used the same method to create a gale and then rode the gale towards the Fusak fleet at high speed.

After they left, the deserted island became deserted again.

About ten minutes later, a seabird flew over and landed on the beach.

The seabird had a distinct black ring around its eyes. It looked around and then flew off in the other direction where Xia Tas and the other two had gone.

……

Winter County, a tranquil sanctuary.

Leonard walked through the underground area with a serious expression. He had been conscripted by headquarters to deal with the Fussacks' attack, and there were many others like him in the church.

After turning a corner, Leonard pushed open the door and returned to his room, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

"It feels like the Fusaks are using us as training grounds..."

“That’s obvious, after all, war is nourishment for them,” Pales’s aged voice rang out.

"The key issue is that we have absolutely no means of countering them; we can only wait for them to attack us." Leonard scratched his hair in frustration.

"Hehe, who told you to have such a brilliant strategist on your side?" Pales laughed.

"Sigh, really..." Leonard sighed helplessly.

The room was quiet for a moment, then suddenly, Pales chuckled softly:

"Hehe, I guessed right. Once my little guy uses his abilities to a large extent, he will easily attract Amon's attention."

"Wouldn't that be very dangerous?" Leonard's expression changed.

He knew that Arthur had brought a group of people with him when he went to war, including not only the descendant of the old man's family, but also Klein.

According to the Law of Extraordinary Convergence, Arthur would easily attract Amon.

"Don't worry, I've made some preparations beforehand. Unless Amon's luck is exceptionally good, he won't be able to meet my junior, and it's obvious that his luck won't be that good."

"As for your colleague, hehe, there's even less to worry about. Since Arthur dared to bring them along, he must have enough confidence. It's been so long, don't you know your friend's style of doing things?" Pales said with a smile.

“That’s true. Arthur knows more about these things than I do. He must have a plan in mind. But, teacher, you’re dealing with Amon so easily now. Have you fully recovered?” Leonard asked curiously.

He wasn't quite sure what it would be like for a Thief Angel to recover, but logically speaking, with a Sequence 1 trait, the old man should be almost fully recovered, right?

"Of course I've recovered, but I can only fight Amon right now. I'm not sure I can win if we really fight. After all, he has the Sequence 1 trait plus uniqueness, while I have two Sequence 1 traits, so I don't have much of an advantage."

"The reason I can easily toy with Him now is mainly because the opponent is just an avatar. If it were the real Him, it wouldn't be so easy," Pales explained calmly.

"The true body... do you know where His true body is? Aren't you afraid that His true body will suddenly appear?" Leonard asked curiously.

Pales chuckled. "Heh, it's very difficult for anyone to see through the true nature of a top-tier fraudster, so I'm not sure where his real body is either."

"However, what I can say for sure is that under normal circumstances, Amon would never dare to show his true form under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods. At most, he would only use his clones. But the war that has broken out now has clearly become the focus of the Seven Gods' attention. Do you think his true form would dare to show itself under these circumstances?"

“The most dangerous places are actually the safest.” Leonard understood. “No wonder you were willing to let Mobert go to the battlefield with Arthur.”

Pales sighed softly, saying with a sense of helplessness:

"Actually, if I could keep him by my side, it would definitely be safer to do so. But I can't stop him. That kid has already formed deep camaraderie with several other people. Do you think he would be willing to stay by my side and watch others go to the battlefield to fight?"

"For example, would you be willing to watch your captain and teammates go to the battlefield while you cower in the rear?"

“That’s impossible,” Leonard replied without hesitation.

“So, it’s impossible for Mobert to go to the battlefield. It’s inevitable that he will go to the battlefield. I can only try my best to reduce the risk of him being discovered by Amon. Fortunately, it seems that my skills have not declined yet,” Pales said.

“I see. Well, teacher, should I inform Arthur about this?” Leonard asked.

"Let's tell them, so they can be on guard."

Leonard stood up, found the materials needed for the summoning messenger ritual, and expertly summoned Arthas.

However, unlike in the past, this summoning ritual did not summon the small white figure.

"No response?" Leonard asked, puzzled.

"There's fighting over there too, and it's probably at a critical moment, so the little guy doesn't have time to respond," Pales speculated.

“But what does war have to do with Arthas? It’s just a messenger, and it doesn’t seem to have any fighting capabilities,” Leonard said in surprise.

“Messenger… never mind, it’s nothing. You should contact them in another way.” Pales’s tone was somewhat strange.

"Isn't he a messenger? Teacher, is there something you haven't told me?" Leonard asked suspiciously, noticing that Pales' tone had sounded off earlier.

"Ha, there are plenty of things I haven't told you. Which one are you referring to?"

"Uh, about... Arthas? Does this little thing have some secret?"

"Let's change the subject. This old man wants to live a few more years."

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Leonard wanted to ask more, but seeing Pales's cryptic expression, he had no choice but to keep his doubts to himself.

He glanced at the ongoing ritual and began chanting a new incantation.

"I!

"I summon in my name:"

“A spirit that wanders in illusion, a benevolent creature that can be commanded, a messenger belonging exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow.”

Yes, when Leonard failed to summon Arthas, he instead summoned Klein's messenger.

Strangely, after the summoning incantation was finished, the candlelight only flickered slightly, and nothing else happened.

“This…” Leonard was somewhat stunned by the situation.

At this moment, Pales sighed helplessly:

"Have you forgotten where you are? How can an ordinary messenger get in?"

“Last year when I was corresponding with Arthur, Arthas came here often,” Leonard said, somewhat puzzled.

“…That’s different.”

"What's different? Is Arthas special?" Leonard asked, puzzled.

Pales paused for a few seconds, not answering the question, but instead saying:

"Just wait patiently. That little thing should know you're summoning it and will come to you later. Anyway, there's no rush. For me now, fooling Amon's clone isn't too difficult."

"Okay." Leonard had no other choice.

……

On the eastern shore of the Sea of ​​Aztecs, in the Fusak fleet.

Anton Einhorn gazed at the fighting on the distant shore, his brow furrowing slightly.

“It looks like Rune is determined to fight us to the death this time, which won’t do them any good.”

"They're probably getting impatient. After all, we haven't really hidden our purpose in training troops, and they certainly don't want to see this situation continue," the adjutant guessed.

“Even so, they shouldn’t have resorted to such a reckless way to break the deadlock. I know Gawain Garcia’s level; he must have some other advantage,” Anton Einhorn said.

As he was speaking, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound above his head.