Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



Stark listened to William's request and started preparing such special forces for him. William told him to send them at the gate where he was near it. There they'd meet up with other masters coming from his guild. And they'd listen to the orders of his vices.

Stark asked William about the weird behemoth that was fighting the monsters, and William simply said it was his without delving into any details.

As things were going as he planned, William returned to focus on the leopards around. He kept killing and collecting their cores and materials, didn't even hold back his hands and collected materials from monsters killed by city masters.

This wasn't the time for anyone to spare an eye over materials, but William was different. He wouldn't let a single item be lost when he got the choice to seize it.

An hour passed, four hours passed, and eventually ten hours passed. William knew the greatest challenge wasn't in just stopping these monsters, but also from the spirit power expenditure, the mental and physical exhaustion the masters here would suffer from. Yet it seemed he was worried over nothing.

Even after ten straight hours of fighting, none showed a single sign of fatigue. "It seems she really meant it when she spoke about opening the vaults for the masters in the city," William knew the reason behind such a weird phenomenon was related to Lara's decisive actions.

If this only happened to the high-grade masters, then it'd be thanks to their scary level of spirit power and wealth. But such a thing was also happening to the much weaker masters, those at silver and even bronze grade.

Those were considered the weakest and the ones with the lowest status in all the masters in the city. William saw many of them working as servants and workers at different places in the city.

In any academy these masters would be considered second and third year disciples. In any clan, they would be considered mid-tier members with roles to do there. And here in the city they were just working as servants, as what porters in other places would do.

They kept fighting with all their might, without showing a single sign of exhaustion or something. And that was definitely related to potions cleansing any fatigue and regenerating depleted spirit power.

"That reminds me of the elixirs I asked for," William didn't hesitate to send the word to Lara, asking her to send someone with all the elixirs she gained and give them to Berry.

William didn't intend to go into the city for now. He was confident in their ability to fend the incoming attacks of turtles alongside leopards for at least a couple of days.

Then if a miracle didn't happen, or if by any chance a scary breed of monsters appeared, then he'd start retreating alongside other masters, leaving the city empty and ready for the monsters to do whatever they wanted.

Time flew fast. William expected turtles to arrive in less than six hours. But after fifteen hours, nothing appeared.

It was already deeply dark as the sky wasn't with any stars. William knew they wouldn't be able to see from far without the use of spirit sense. And so, he asked Stark to handle this problem for him, using the high-end masters.

Over this time, the overall moral of the city masters kept growing. Even the guild masters also felt the same. And yet, William and his vices never felt like this.

His vices already experienced battles and hectic wars with William enough to know his habits. If things were calm and great, if the situation was under control, then he'd not even bother himself to remain outside, fighting on the frontline crazily like this.

William never got a single moment of rest. He kept exhausting his stock of elixirs and potions without any care. At first, he was worried and felt little guilt about doing this. But when he heard from Berry about how grand the collection of elixirs she received from Lara, he never thought again about such a problem.

All his focus was over killing more leopards and collecting more loot. Yet the most frustrating thing for the city masters was that, even with all this killing to form hills outside the city walls, the number of leopards never showed any decrease.

Instead, they became much denser, and that was quite expected in William's eyes.

"I believe the turtles got delayed, waiting for the main bulk of the monsters to arrive first," William could already guess what the monster tide strategy was, "but… What are they waiting for? I don't buy they needed all this time to mobilise the main army here!"

William already went towards the area dense with monsters, where the main bulk of the monster army was. He didn't believe they'd take such long hours to cross just one hundred kilometres or so to arrive here.

He kept thinking about this, believing he must have missed something. His mind led him to two possibilities, it was the monster army got far scarier monsters which had slow travelling speed. Or the monster army already met something they never expected, neither did he.

"I hope it's the second possibility," William knew if anything stopped the monster tide, then it must be something grand. No dark masters would intervene or block the path of monsters. As for other monsters in the area, it wasn't even a possibility.

The scary aura coming off from these monsters was enough to scare away any monsters in the region or rally them to the side of this army. So, there was only one possibility left, a grand master army appeared out of nowhere and interfered.

As William knew there was no other strong fort of normal masters in the entire area aside from this city, and this was the only city with portals in the entire region, then he had to put this possibility on hold for now.