bookpower Chapter 575: Trump Card
Chapter 575: Trump Card
Chapter 575: Trump Card
"I'm no fool either. Ever since the previous ambush, I've had this inkling that something was off. After analyzing the various contradictions, I am certain someone was using both you and me as chess pieces. So, who is it this time?" Charles asked.
"Governor Julio."
Hearing the succinct response from Margaret, a cold smirk surfaced on Charles' countenance. "Just as I thought, it was him."
Margaret's gaze wavered as she stared at Charles. A myriad of feelings stirred in her heart; she took a breath to compose herself before she continued, "You were right before. I'm not cut out for explorations. So to save Whereto, I had to do what I do best, and that is to lure out the spies planted by the Fhtagn Covenant."
Charles turned around to scrutinize Margaret. Under his intense gaze, Margaret shifted uncomfortably. He let out a soft chuckle and said, "It's great that you didn't actually align yourself with the Fhtagnists. Thank you for going this far for me. Let's have a proper chat when this is all over."
Margaret's expression turned icy rapidly. "I didn't do this for you. I promised my father that I would revive Whereto again. Father's Isle of Whereto will always be an island for humans, not a place for sea monsters."
Charles studied Margaret's side profile that was hidden partially by her cascading hair. "We still need to talk; I don't like leaving things unresolved."
At this moment, the heat from the curling waves of the fire receded to reveal Harold's weathered face.
"Charles, you don't seem surprised at all?" Harold questioned.
"Surprised? What's there to be surprised about? Why did you think I revealed my location to you previously? Since everyone is playing their part according to the script, I should do my part too," Charles said as his gaze drifted past the group of mages and landed on the distant horizon.
Clouds of dust billowed from the purple haze as a dozen massive wagons, driven by towering giants over three meters tall, entered the picture. They were the Haikors, who had come out on their own exploration missions. Only the elites renowned within their kind for their formidable prowess would be qualified for such a task.
Having anticipated his adversaries' moves, Charles had made countermeasures. Given that the suspected informant was an insider, they would be alerted if he made use of any resources belonging to Hope Island. However, they wouldn't have any idea if he decided to cooperate with these reclusive yet powerful giants.
The addition of the Haikors on the battlefield changed the tides completely. The crew of the Narwhale and the kings of Sottom were caught off guard. They ceased their battles, puzzled by the sudden turn of events.
"Lily, rotate the cannons! Target: the mages from the Western Seas!" Charles commanded.Geett the latest novels at novelhall.companied by a series of squeaks, the deck guns swiveled, their dark muzzles pointing ominously toward Harold's group.
Complex, indecipherable arcane incantations filled the air as over twenty mages chanted various spells. Their words wielded power as they summoned the forces from around them. They poured black-purple ink onto the ground. The ink seemed to come alive under their chants and writhed like living creatures, weaving around the mages to form intricate, interlocking magical arrays.
Under the shadow of the floating island, Charles and his allies wore grave expressions. They were clearly aware that the mages were preparing an ultimate move.
Various kinds of attacks were hurtled toward the floating island in a desperate attempt to intercept the mages from completing their attack.
Two giant bats, each clutching one of Anna's tentacles, swooped close to the island. Anna had taken control of Charles' vampire crew.
As soon as they neared the massive dome, Anna pointed a tentacle at one of the mages. Suddenly, the mage inside the dome ceased his chanting. Like a ferocious beast, he lunged at the mage next to him and tore into the latter's face.
Woosh!
Harold lowered his staff, and a strong gaze abruptly swept the vampires away as if they were mere leaves in a storm.
Just then, a sudden, hauntingly beautiful melody pierced through the howling wind to reach everyone's ears. Some of the mages began to swell, their skin bloating unnaturally as moss crept over the backs of their hands.
Screeeeech!
A sharp, piercing sound instantly cut through the chaos and counteracted against 134's song.
As Anna landed on her feet, Charles turned toward Margaret with his brows furrowed. "What's Julio's backup plan? Don't tell me he just sent you here on a suicide mission?"
Those mages appeared hard to deal with. If it came down to a battle of attrition, many lives would be sacrificed.
As the eerie glow from the floating island intensified, the shadows of everyone around began to stir. They started to detach from their owners and converged toward the island.
With a stoic expression, Julio emerged from the corpulent folds of "King." He walked up to Charles' side and looked up at the floating island with his arms crossed.