Fisher didn’t answer, just looked south and spoke softly,
"Coincidence is based on our perspective, but we returned to the South Continent, which had nothing to do with the Storm Sea earlier, and it was exactly near this factory at the north end of the South Continent. If my previous mistake on the Tree Continent caused this spatial-temporal shift in our return, that would indeed be quite coincidental. But if our return was influenced by soone else, then encountering this Cardinal Factory and the Mythical Rank being stationed here was intentional."
"It must be Paimon!?"
Emhardt said with such certainty, gritting his teeth as if he wished to drag Paimon out and give him a good beating.
Fisher finally realized that this guy would bla Paimon even for tripping while walking.
But he wasn’t sure either, because he rembered what Helair said to him before leaving, "See you in the future," and at that mont, the mark in his bosom exploded uncontrollably, nearly blowing up his kidneys.
So, he wasn’t sure if this matter was related to Helair.
"...I must hurry to the south of the South Continent. If Rafael has always been facing such enemies, then she is indeed in great danger."
"Hmm, what about her?"
"Her?"
Fisher turned around helplessly, looking at Ingrid who was curled up in a ball behind him.
Her face was pale, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, she was so shocked by what had happened that she hadn’t recovered from the fright for quite a while.
Too much ti had passed, and for a long ti, Fisher had been in a state of climbing the ranks for certain purposes, so in his eyes for a long ti, there were only living creatures of the sa rank or stronger than himself, so at this mont when a human being appeared in front of him, his sudden thought was:
Humans are truly vulnerable.
Just the aftershocks coming from hundreds of ters away from the Mythical Rank could shatter many bones in her body, just the extrely terrifying sound could scare her out of her wits...
In the past, he was also human, but never had such a feeling, it was at this mont that he realized he had actually moved far from the so-called concept of "human," just as Erwin had said to him...
Fisher glanced at the constantly wriggling ∞ symbols and flesh on his hand, slowly turning them back into their original human forms, then he lowered his body to look at Ingrid in front of him,
"Are you alright?"
"I... I’m fine..."
Ingrid lifted her head with difficulty, the magic shield covering her body was already full of cracks, about to shatter in the next mont.
"As long as you’re all right..."
"Plop!"
But just as Fisher sighed in relief, preparing to place her sowhere for healing, then imdiately heading to Rafael’s side, her eyes rolled back, and she suddenly fell to the ground motionless and unconscious.
"..."
Humans, indeed, are too fragile.
...
...
In the distant factory, all soldiers gazed remotely at the general standing still in the factory building, staring at the sky. Ever since the general shot that arrow, he had been like a statue seemingly waiting for sothing, but nothing else happened.
The general was indeed a very peculiar person.
He was very young, yet he proved to Nali through significant military accomplishnts that he was the most suitable person for the South Continent war, so in less than four years, he rose steadily from a small adjutant to leading the Southern Continent humans and the Dragon Court Alliance Army as a general.
Of course, there were dissenters, for in Nali’s army, there were rare situations of disregarding seniority, but it was said that anyone who participated in a war with this general would never again dispute his command, they would all beco the general’s most loyal followers and soldiers.
Just as the soldiers behind admired the general’s figure, the general holding the bow seed to sense sothing, turned to the soldiers, and said without expression,
"Evacuate, as far as possible, close the gate."
"Yes!"
Although the soldiers didn’t understand, they still obediently obeyed the command and retreated several ters away, tightly closing the warehouse’s door.
But apparently, the distance they retreated was still sowhat lacking from what the general wanted.
Because, in the next mont, an extraordinarily intense sonic boom sound ca from the distant sky, as if to cut a stark boundary line in the densely clouded sky, carrying terrifying lethality back.
When they realized it seed to be an arrow, retreating further was clearly too late.
"Get back!!"
Amidst the urgent cries of all soldiers, with the sky filled with explosive winds, the next mont, the arrow fiercely plunged into the warehouse storing the Cardinals.
With a resounding explosion, a tremor as if coming from the earth emanated from the warehouse.
The soldiers were uncontrollably flung backward by the tremor, landing heavily back on the ground. Instantly, the area outside the factory was covered with rising dust and soldiers lying everywhere, moaning in pain.
"Crack..."
After a brief pause, the warehouse door opened again, and at that mont, whether it was due to the overwhelming impact or not, all soldiers seed to have a hallucination.
Amidst the enveloping dust, they faintly saw not the silhouette of one person but a skyrocketing, extrely scorching pillar of fire, seemingly burning the souls and desires of all present.
But that discomfort... or hallucination only lasted less than a second before stopping, replaced by the figure of that general wearing a gray robe, holding a bow and arrow without a change in expression.
"General, are you... all right?"
The leading officer struggled to stand up from the ground, hurriedly approaching the general, also confirming the state of the rear warehouse.
The warehouse that was previously filled with Cardinal parts was now in total disarray, a huge circular pit on the ground seed to symbolize a confrontation of so power before, and it made him dare not look at the young general in front of him.
He couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, with only one simple thought in his mind,
"Is our general truly a human?"
But the general in front did not respond to his thoughts, he glanced at the arrow in his hand, as if sothing on it was wriggling back into his body, seemingly chaotic...
"Chaotic... Myth."
He didn’t speak, but the passing breeze beside him softly voiced out.
The returning wind not only brought back these words but also a na,
"Fisher"
The general paused, then crushed the arrow in his hand into powder, turning to the bowed officer,
"Do not leak the events here, act as if nothing happened."
"But, the cargo inside was this half month’s quota, if the Golden Palace inquires..."
"I will speak to the Golden Palace."
"Yes..."
Since the general said as much, what more could the officer do but comply entirely.
But it was at this mont, from the wilderness beyond the factory walls, ca the sound of hurried hoof beats, as another Nali soldier arrived.
Unlike the soldiers stationed at this factory, the arriving soldier’s armor and weapons were more precious and diverse.
Before entering the factory, his voice was already clearly heard,
"General Barbatos! General Barbatos! There’s news from the Golden Palace!!"
The general referred to as [Barbatos] showed no visible reaction to the words, he simply slung the bow held in his other hand again over his shoulder, then started walking toward that soldier,
"Just right, I also have sothing to inform the Golden Palace."
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