Dark Magus Returns



Having been in the Behemoth Clan himself, Brack knew the methods of the clan. He had gone on quite a few expeditions with the teams, and this would often be their tactic when fighting against other clans or in a scuffle.

They would send one of the opponent's dead back to them. Usually, to strike even more fear, it would be someone of high caliber or importance. In this case, Brack just knew it was one of the wanderer guards stationed farther out.

Placed in the towers up ahead, which were built after they experienced the first attack, Brack feared the Behemoth Clan was already incredibly close.

"Head to Yarlston, tell him the Behemoth Clan is coming, quick!" Brack said, grabbing his fellow guard's shirt.

"Wait, how do you know it was the Behemoth Clan's doing? It could have been anyone, or even bandits, who knows!" the guard replied.

"If it isn't them, then I'll take responsibility. Just report to him now!" Brack said.

The guard, more scared of Brack than what was coming, quickly rushed off to inform the mayor, while Brack quickly started to jump up the side of the wall. He hung with his arms, then pulled himself up, landing on top of the wall.

The others who were already there were startled, but once they saw who it was, they calmed down.

Looking into the distance, Brack continued to stare out, and that's when he could see it-just over a sanded hill, rows of people walking over. The sand was kicking up, with some on horseback.

While others were walking, among the thousands of people, there was a large, round giant figure that was giving off an extreme presence.

The man next to Brack pulled out a telescope to look in the distance. His bottom lip quivered as he managed to catch a glimpse of who was there. As he continued to look, the glass at the end of the telescope shattered, startling the man, causing him to drop it onto the ground.

"What was that? How did the telescope break?" one of the other guards asked.

The man, still startled by what he saw, could only think of one person. He didn't understand it himself, but he gave an answer.

"The Behemoth Clan, they're here, and not just them. Sha Mo has arrived-sha Mo himself has arrived!" the man shouted.

Like a field of ants coming toward them, the guards soon realized the reality in front of them. The last time, thousands had been sent to attack the city, and now even more than before. There had to be at least twenty thousand people coming at them.

They certainly kept their reputation as one of the biggest clans out there, and Sha Mo, walking with two more pillars of his Behemoth Clan, was coming right at them.

The bells were ringing throughout the city, and panic was setting in as everyone heard the news. Wealthy individuals, merchants, and those with little attachment to the town were packing their things.

Many didn't even bother packing and did whatever they could to get out. There was a mass exodus of people, and it wasn't just the citizens either.

Yarlston, who had received the news, was in the town hall. He had a map of the city in front of him, with several blocks representing the forces all heading toward the town of Flendon.

"Sir, we've reported the news through the channel that Rayna has given us... but we're unsure what's going to happen," one of the aides by Yarlston's side informed.

"We've been living quite good lives thanks to them. No one has died from hunger since they came to look after us. If anything, we've been living luxuriously. I guess this is our fault for taking advantage of the situation," Yarlston said.

"Stop that!" Andy replied. "How can you blame us for just wanting to live our lives a bit? That's not our fault. It's the fault of these damned clans that think just because they have powerful warriors, they can do whatever they want."

"If the Crimson Crane and the Dark Magus aren't here, then they shouldn't be attacking this place anyway."

Yarlston nodded but knew that none of the kingdoms in the Demonic Empire would do anything if they were to disappear. Partly because they only cared about the town because of the Dark Magus, who wasn't even there.

"I have more news to report," the aide said. "It seems many of the wanderers and mercenaries we hired have fled as well."

"Damn crooks!" Andy shouted-a young man wearing armor over his body, and a shield on his back. It was one of the shields crafted by the Dark Magus. "They take our money, saying they'll protect the place, but when the time comes for them to do anything, they just flee."

Yarlston was looking at the map. From all the reports, the only people who stayed were the ones unable to leave-the large group of youngsters that had defended the town from the last attack from the Behemoth Clan.

The citizens who had lived here all their lives, and a few who had no means of leaving the place. The issue was, even the people left behind, numbered less than the force that was coming to attack them.

"Maybe we can try to talk to them?" Yarlston said. "If we tell them the Crimson Crane and the Dark Magus isn't here, they will have no reason to attack."

"Talk? I don't think they brought every member of the Behemoth Clan just to talk. According to the front gate, they already killed one of us and sent him to the front," Andy said. "The whole world knows where the Dark Magus currently is. With the stories of Sha Mo, we all know how this will end."

Yarlston was conflicted about what to do, and that's when the door burst open, and they could see a young man with messy black hair enter.

"I... have a plan," Brack said, huffing and panting. "But all my plan can do is delay them. I don't know the Dark Magus that well, which is why I'm asking you guys... how likely do you think the Dark Magus will turn up and help us?"

Brack had come here, wishing to meet the Dark Magus, but it had never matured into anything. He had only had brief interactions with the person during the Martial Arts

Tournament.

Not just that, he had to think about how any sane person would react in this situation. With the Dark Magus running the Dark Faction, what reason would he have to come to a small town and fight Sha Mo? No one in their right mind would.

But he decided to speak to the people who had decided to stay-they had to have stayed for a

reason.

It was then that Andy decided to answer that question, thinking back to the first time when the town of Flendon's walls were defended. He remembered fighting side by side with the Crimson Crane and what the Dark Magus had crafted for them all.

He banged his shield and gave an answer to the young warrior.

"I'm sure... they will come."

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