Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord Chapter 315: The Commander

By night, the real attack began.

Commander Petel didn’t sleep a wink and spent her ti in the command center, glancing over flickering projection. Everything seed to be going well. The waves of sand were flowing forward and back as if it was the real sea.

But when it was midnight, alarms began blaring when an unusual thing happened.

The sea of sands stopped moving entirely. Instead, it began to rapidly form into a tower. The tower reached high above the wall, the points ending in a sharp end.

More sand towers like that rose up quickly and then... they flipped over and beca a spear. The giant said spear then spread across, facing the shield.

Vale, who was still at the wall, stared at the giant sand and his eyes twitched. "They’ve finally started."

But he didn’t move, and Eryndor didn’t count it as dangerous enough to take him directly away from the place.

The spears began to rain down on the shield with a brutal clash.

The sound they produced as they bashed the wall was like mountains clapping together. The shield on the wall proved their worth as they did not do more than shake and tremble, holding firmly.

Vale felt the loud clash in his bones. He turned to Tiber after about an hour of just spears after spears ford from sands and bashed the wall.

"That bastard is doing the sa thing again. Creating an illusion of attack while he ends up doing sothing totally useless. Or is he testing the shield? No, he’s fought us enough to know how strong the shield is. What is he after?"

Tiber shook his head. "I have no idea, but we should assu that all he is doing is part of his plan. My Lord, don’t forget that the enemy has been plotting for years. I’m afraid while we might not be able to discover what he’s doing right now, we should be extrely wary.

"And it might just be that all of this is just psychological warfare."

Vale nodded after a mont. "He’s an annoying bastard though."

They stood there for two hours more before Vale finally retired.

And yet, when he woke up the next day, the sand spears were still forming and attacking the shield like an endless loop. After eating, Vale went to watch and at the sa ti finally understood what Tiber ant by ntal warfare.

The soldiers who, the day before, looked vibrant, now looked haggard, and it was only a night of the spear hamring away at the shield.

The sound it created was so loud that it could be felt in the bones and deep in the head like a headache without pain.

Vale himself hadn’t slept very well. It was as if his mind was getting ready to wake up and jump into battle. Talk much of the soldiers?

Vale didn’t bla them. But he also knew that things couldn’t be allowed to continue like that, or the army would break down. So he ordered that the enchanted tools weapon on the wall should start firing.

Large long rods turned out, tips glowing with a blue luster as they shot beams straight at the spear sands. The attack hit the sands and cut in deep, blasting off sands so that when the spears ca down on the wall, the sound they made was muffled and dull.

Vale smiled. "Good. We will not let him continue his ga. No way we’re going to let a madman in our mind."

Things went like that for two days and the soldiers had gotten better, returning to their normal state of mind. With the enchanted tools returning the attack, the spear hamring had lessened considerably.

But on the evening of the third day, things changed again, and not in a very good way.

Vale was in his room at night when he heard the alarm. It was an alarm that was heard often at the wall. It was an alarm that signified breaches in the wall.

He shot up, ready to go outside, but Eryndor stopped him. "I’m sorry, my Lord, but I’m responsible for you and I won’t let you rush out like that."

His hand went to one of his tattoos and he drew out a sword of red light from his body. "We can now proceed with caution, my Lord."

They rushed outside, and what they saw made them pause right away in their steps. It was total chaos. Storms of sands were growing like weeds all over the place.

It was as if tornadoes of every size and shape were thrown into the place. The howl it made shook the ground. The pulling force was yanking everything into it.

"The storm devils. But how?" Vale’s eyes widened.

Tiber rounded the corner and when he saw him, he sagged in relief. He was limping, and his temple had a wound he was bleeding from. "My Lord! I’m so glad you are alright. Assassins were sent out for you and there’s a Master Knight among them. You should leave. Now."

Vale’s eyes glowed with anger and he shrugged away Tiber’s words. "How did they get in?"

Tiber hesitated, his face heavy. "My Lord. Everything seems to be carefully planned. The attack since has been a distraction. Their real target isn’t directly to face the wall head-on. They were underground the whole ti and the attack on the wall was a way to conceal that.

"The wall was breached from below."

Vale twitched. "Where are Pomora and Takoda?"

"They’re sowhere in there fighting another Master Knight."

"Tell , Tiber. How’s it looking for us?"

"Not good. The attack was too sudden, too fast. We weren’t expecting to be attacked in the wall. Any plans we made were with the fact that we would know when an attack was going to be made on us. But now...

"The soldiers weren’t prepared and they went for the command center straight. My guess is that they thought you would be there. They’re looking to take the head away, cut it off straight."

"The Commander..."

Suddenly, a strong explosion ripped through the air, blasting heat and debris everywhere. Vale turned and his gut tightened. "That’s the command center!"