Level up is hard? I can Directly Purchase infinite Levels!-Chapter 95: The Conspiracy of the Black Dragon Clan and the Thunderclan

Chapter 95: The Conspiracy of the Black Dragon Clan and the Thunderclan

"Ginter, don’t worry. I’ll help you look into it thoroughly,"

Drew said solemnly.

Ginter smiled faintly. "You already have plenty on your plate. There’s no need to trouble yourself. If people start thinking I’m randomly claiming someone as my nephew, I’ll become a laughingstock."

Drew chuckled, gave Ginter a crisp military salute, then turned and left.

"You all can go as well. Spread the good news to the brothers,"

Ginter instructed several captains.

After everyone had withdrawn, Lia took out a yellowed photograph, deep longing filling her eyes.

"Do you think... how is that child Raine doing now?"

"Will he resent us—resent his parents and relatives for never being there for him?"

"It’s our fault. We failed my brother and sister-in-law... we didn’t take good care of Raine..."

"But I believe he must be strong. After all, he is a child of the Valiriel family!"

Ginter wrapped his arms around Lia and comforted her softly.

Lia buried her face into Ginter’s broad shoulder, her tears soaking his clothes.

Ginter waited quietly. After a long while, he gently patted her back and said jokingly,

"Hey, you know... maybe that genius at Iron Dragon Fortress really is our nephew."

"Keep dreaming!"

Lia wiped away her tears and gave his shoulder a hard punch.

...

Sea Dragon Bay.

Located on the southwestern coast of the Tidebound Battlefield, this place was one of the venues where the Thunderclan and the Black Dragon Clan conducted their councils.

Inside the ancient hall, Rem—one of the Thunderclan’s twenty-four elders and an Epic Rank Level Nine powerhouse—sat on the long bench to the left, leading seventeen elite experts of his clan.

On the right sat Rommel, one of the nine councilors of the Black Dragon Clan, along with seventeen executors.

All of these figures held prominent positions within their respective clans. They were not only powerhouses, but also members of their strategic think tanks.

Although the two clans jointly confronted Dragonslayer City, they rarely gathered in such force.

This time, however, it was for a major objective—seizing the entire patrol defense line!

"Since the Thunderclan has already made up its mind,"

Rommel said, voicing the Black Dragon Clan’s stance,

"our proposal is that both clans deploy equivalent forces and jointly launch an all-out assault on Dragonslayer City."

"The main battlefield of the decisive engagement will be set at Antelope Highlands."

"We’ll draw in all the elite forces of the Patrol’s Twelfth Legion and annihilate them in one strike. At the same time, we’ll mobilize the major powerful clans and our vassal races to launch diversionary attacks across all secondary battlefields."

This plan had not been conceived overnight. The two clans had long since mapped out the battlefield conditions in detail.

In terms of equipment, resources, and number of top-tier experts, the Patrol was utterly inferior.

And yet, they were the hardest bone to chew.

They were almost fearless in the face of death, fighting as if their lives meant nothing.

Ten lives, a hundred lives—sometimes even a thousand lives—just to trade for the life of a single powerful warrior of the alien races, and they never seemed to hesitate.

After years of such grinding warfare, even these two royal clans had been worn down to exhaustion.

That was why they planned to recuperate first, then smash this stubborn bone in one decisive blow, tearing open a breach in the human defensive line.

They had been preparing for this battle for a very long time!

Antelope Highlands was a critical node of the Koshi Range, one of humanity’s three great natural defensive barriers. Its strategic value far exceeded that of Dragonslayer City.

Once it fell, the alien armies could surge forward unchecked, like a war spear piercing straight through the entire human frontline!

Of course, the Patrol was well aware of its importance, and had concentrated a massive number of elites and powerhouses there.

But that also made it the perfect battlefield to completely destroy the Patrol.

"Antelope Highlands is fine,"

Rem said boldly, folding his arms and nodding without objection. Then his tone shifted.

"However, shouldn’t we settle the matter of future territorial division in advance?"

A low murmur rippled through the hall as the assembled powerhouses exchanged glances.

The whole point of fighting and bleeding was territory—this was their fundamental interest!

After a long while, Rommel finally spoke slowly.

"There’s no rush to divide the land. We can discuss it in detail once the leaders of the other major clans and vassal races arrive at the front-line council."

"For now, let’s finalize the overall offensive plan and break this hard bone as quickly as possible."

"Also,"

a Black Dragon Clan executor interjected,

"a few days ago, a star fell into Ironspike Field, landing on the western shore at the Starlight Archipelago."

"The treasure that emerged has been confirmed to be an ancient Sheit Battleplate. Preliminary judgment suggests... it originated from a small world containing an immensely powerful legacy!"

The deeper implication was clear to everyone present.

If such a small world could yield a Sheit Battleplate, it undoubtedly contained even greater extraordinary opportunities.

This would not only attract elites from every clan, but also draw in human prodigies who lacked resources.

Once those human prodigies mobilized, they would inevitably take away a portion of the powerful guards assigned to protect them, shifting humanity’s focus toward the Starlight Archipelago.

In effect, this would create a perfect opening for the alien races!

When they launched their full assault to annihilate the Patrol and breach the entire defense line, the number of human reinforcements that could arrive would be drastically reduced.

"Then let’s convene the representatives of all clans for talks first,"

Rem said, unwilling to let this issue derail the meeting.

...

Iron Dragon Fortress.

Outside the barracks building.

When Raine walked out, he happened to see Elisa standing there.

Elisa looked him up and down, her gaze lingering briefly on his forehead.

"Have your injuries fully recovered?" she asked.

"Mostly,"

Raine replied.

"Did you need something?"

In truth, Elisa had been waiting here for a long time.

She smiled slightly. "Nothing important."

"I just wanted to see how well you’ve recovered before I leave."

"...I’m sorry,"

Raine said, his emotions tangled.

Those eight geniuses had rushed here after hearing that an alien prodigy intended to kill him.

Yet of the eight who came, only one would return.

Guilt weighed heavily on his heart.

Elisa shook her head with a gentle smile.

"You know this. Living in this era, we have no other choice but to march toward battle—and death."

"So don’t apologize... if anything, we should be the ones saying sorry."

Raine fell silent and did not continue the topic.

He took out Judgment Waltz, Blade Dancer, Blade Intent Resonance, and several other blade-type combat techniques, handing them to Elisa.

He knew Elisa had awakened a blade-soul talent.

The image of her purple straight blade was still vivid in his memory.

"Take these," he said. "You should be able to use them. I hope they’ll help you."

Elisa did not refuse. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

She wanted to grow stronger, and she could not reject such gifts.

"We’ll definitely meet again,"

Elisa said, then paused.

She lifted her head and looked at Raine earnestly.

"Can I ask you for something?"

"Go ahead."

"You must survive. At the very least... survive until the day we meet again."

"Of course,"

Raine grinned sincerely.

"There are still plenty of alien races left to kill."

"Don’t push yourself so hard. Be a little kinder to yourself,"

Elisa said, a smile appearing on her resolute, heroic face.

She recalled how Raine had once looked—bathed in blood, miserably wounded—and reached out, gently touching his cheek.

"If there were no war..."

"Maybe we’d be sitting in a bright classroom right now, studying without a care in the world."

"Uh... maybe not completely carefree,"

Raine replied with a laugh, as if something had just occurred to him.