Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



The entire structure of the areas he spotted by eyesight or using spirit sense appeared in his mind. He could now tell why there were lots of mountains here, why the dark masters remained seated on top of the peaks, and didn't risk leaving there.

This was all connected, and these dark masters weren't there to watch over the valleys or take care of the invading masters. They were here to do something else, donate their spirit power constantly to make this wall stand like a mountain.

They had no chance of taking it down if they tried to fight it directly head-on. No matter how, even if the entire army of masters gathered here, they'd end up failing to do a single harm to this wall.

And without bringing this wall down, they wouldn't be able to leave here. This wall was also a piece of good news, as it was considered the last line of defence, one that'd protect something precious behind.

William was sure once they took this wall down, they'd find themselves in front of the main masterminds of all this.

"Do you have a plan then?" one of the masters sighed, "As you saw, the peaks are all filled with deadly traps, not that easily trespassed nor reached by us."

"Luckily I asked for many things to be made at the beginning of all this," William returned to the same old idea he had before, the one he thought of when he first saw the mountainous wall entrapping them here.

He never thought such a desire to crush the enemy hard enough and teach them a brutal lesson would come in handy later on.

"You mean these weird things? What are they by the way?" it wasn't just this old master who was curious about what William made Artisans make back there, but all of the masters who laid their eyes over the blueprints had the same question in mind.

"You'll see, but I can tell you this," William started to retreat, and others followed without the need to speak about this move, "these are going to pave the path of our victory, with might and ferocity."

His worries told nothing much about his real intentions for making these weapons, but they could tell he planned for something huge.

They accompanied him back, and helped him to bypass the area of raging fire that his grenades caused. He didn't forget to leave behind more grenades, also tons of vibrant ores, making this valley look like a true piece of hell.

Once they returned back, they found that all other teams and armies returned from clearing their tasks. They ended the plague, burnt down all the fog, and were now resting.

There were few monsters coming from the valleys, not that many to make them feel any threat or danger. The king gave his orders, letting them rest for a bit longer, recuperating while discussing the next move at his tent.

"You go and inform the king about this; we need to prepare to take down the mountain peaks, and kill all the dark masters, before dreaming about going through that wall," William raised his fist high in the air before he spotted Anjie running towards him from afar.

"Are you going to rest?" one of the old masters asked when Anjie arrived. She didn't say anything, and looked at him in silence, while her true emotions were clearly shown on her face.

She was worried and yet excited about his safe return. She was sad about not being with him, but also proud of what he accomplished so far.

She didn't say anything, but William got it all.

"Rest? There is no time for that," William shook his head, "I'm going to finish forging the remaining pieces of the weapons, then assemble them. Make sure to keep monsters away, as the moment the weapons are assembled, great disturbance will happen."

"..." They wanted to ask again about the weapons and their value, but they knew they'd not get a clear or satisfying answer from him. Instead, they decided to return to the king, and share the news with him, while they'd all watched what William was going to do, alongside other formidable masters.

"Are you ok?" This was the first thing she asked him while walking towards the heart of this grand master gathering.

Everywhere they went they were welcomed like heroes, or he was. She felt more pride by walking by his side, watching all the masters part ways for the two of them, nod and even cup their hands in respect.

They all knew what he did for them, how he helped to save their lives so far. His image as a legendary master deepened in their hearts and spirits, and he simply responded humbly by cupping his hands and nodding his head in response to such respect.

"I'm fine," he muttered, "Don't worry, I haven't gotten into such an intense battle yet."

"..."

She didn't know if he was saying this to not make her worry or if he meant it. She knew how terribly bad the fights all over the valleys were from her father, from the sights of long rows of dead and wounded who got carried away from there.

She kept her silence and walked by his side until they arrived at the forging place. The place there looked as if it came from another world, from another time perhaps.

The place was filled with ovens, lots of masters working on ores, forging tons of stuff there non-stop. They knew about what was going on out there and felt how bad it'd be if they messed with their task.

They poured every single ounce of their strength and focus into making these various items. Even if they didn't know what purpose they were for, they believed in the master who asked them to do so; believed in William.

With more news coming from the frontlines, they knew trusting William was right. And so it was expected how they all reacted when William showed up at last.