Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1395: Lara’s City’s Crisis!

"There is no way to detect a dormant portal’s exit point until the moment it flickers into motion. By the time they realise a new gate has opened, we’ll already be through."

"We need to be swift, then," Becky said, her resolve hardening. She understood the gamble. The moment they activated this gate, it would flare like a beacon on the other side. They would have a window of seconds before the enemy converged on their position to destroy the new anchor.

William stood up, his task complete. He closed his eyes for a brief second, his face tight with a rare pang of regret. He called back all fifty of his monsters, pulling them into his spiritual sea. He cursed his own lack of foresight; he had been so focused on the offensive that he hadn’t left a single guardian behind to watch over Lara.

He turned to Becky. She was ready. She had donned a suit of full-body plate armour that shimmered with protective runes, a fierce glaive held tightly in her gloved hands. A small, sleek helmet covered her head, leaving only her determined eyes visible.

"Let’s go," William said.

He slammed his heel into the centre of the array. The world vanished in a blinding pillar of violet light. The sensation was like being pulled through a needle’s eye—a crushing, momentary void followed by a sudden, jarring return to reality.

The air on the other side didn’t smell like the fresh mountain breeze of the valley. It smelled of smoke, scorched meat, and iron.

"Stop it!" "Destroy the portal! Over there!" "Who the fuck let that gate activate?!"

William’s vision was still adjusting to the dim, hazy light of the city’s interior, but his instincts were already screaming. He didn’t wait to see his attackers. Before the portal light had even faded from his skin, he unleashed all fifty of his monsters in a single, explosive burst of spiritual energy.

"Kill!" he roared.

The monsters surged outward like a black tide, meting out immediate, bloody justice to the shocked soldiers surrounding the landing zone.

"Wow! The city is filled with them!" Becky’s voice was high and sharp with adrenaline. She stood back-to-back with William as the portal behind them hissed and sputtered, its energy spent. "How the hell did this happen?"

William didn’t answer. He had already expanded his spirit sense, the invisible ripples of his mind washing over the city streets. What he felt made his blood boil with a cold, murderous heat.

Lara’s city, the jewel of their territory, was a landscape of ruin. Sights of senseless destruction met his mind’s eye at every turn. Bodies—many of them civilians and low-level guild members—lay slumped in the gutters.

Skirmishes were breaking out in every alleyway, the sounds of clashing steel and desperate screams echoing off the high stone walls. It wasn’t a siege; it was a massacre. There was no frontline, no safe zone, and no sign of where his primary allies had retreated to.

"Leave the questions for later," William growled, his hand white-knuckled as he clenched the hilt of his sword. The blade hummed in sympathetic resonance with his fury. "Right now, there is only one objective: we free this city and exterminate every last one of the intruders." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Becky looked at the fifty nightmares William had unleashed. They were already tearing through the streets, moving with a predatory synchronisation that left the enemy scattered and broken.

"I don’t think they stand a chance," she murmured, gesturing toward a behemoth that had just reduced a squad of enemy mages to a red mist. "With these monsters here, it’s only a matter of time."

"The city is larger than this courtyard, Becky," William corrected her, his voice sharp. He wasn’t lulled into a false sense of security by the local victory. "This is just the landing zone. We have the districts, the palace, and the granaries to secure. This is an infestation, not a skirmish."

Becky’s expression shifted as the magnitude of the situation settled on her. She realised then that they weren’t just clearing a room; they were reclaiming a fortress that had been compromised at its very foundations.

Before she could offer a reply, William was already in motion, a blur of silver and black as he joined the fray, his sword carving arcs of light through the dim, smoky air.

"You stay here," William commanded after the immediate perimeter of the portal hub was cleared of living enemies. He turned back to her, his chest heaving slightly. "Do you know how to repair the damaged portal arrays?"

Becky felt a flicker of indignation. "Anyone from the Upper Realm knows how to mend a basic transit link," she snapped, though the bite was softened by the urgency of the moment. "Don’t insult me. Go. I’ll have every portal in this hub operational and humming in no time."

"Take these," William said, ignoring the jab. He wasn’t making the mistake of leaving his assets unprotected again.

He gestured, and five of his most formidable monsters broke off from the main pack, circling Becky with low, guttural growls. "They will obey your commands as if they were mine. They are your shield."

"Stay safe, William," she whispered, watching him prepare to lunge back into the heated heart of the city.

Her heart clenched as she saw the sheer weight of the destiny he carried. "It seems you are destined to keep fighting, no matter how the world looks. Even when you earned a rest, fate refused to let you have it."

Becky turned to the scorched portal arches, her fingers already beginning to weave the complex geometric repairs needed to reconnect the city to the outside world.

William, meanwhile, had a mountain of tasks ahead of him. His mind was a storm of anxiety—where were his friends? Where were the guild leaders? Most importantly, where were Lara and Anjie? In the chaos of a city-wide massacre, the standard lines of communication were dead.

I can’t search this city inch by inch, William thought.