Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1466: The Scorching Lands Town Grand Preparations

As the meeting concluded and the detailed roles were assigned, the atmosphere of the room shifted from planning to execution. The three girls departed for their respective faction headquarters, their minds racing. They had a mountain of tasks ahead of them.

Even as they prepared to launch this new offensive, they had to maintain their current deployments across the four kingdoms; frontlines. One wrong move, one lapse in judgment, and the entire front would collapse.

The urgency reached a fever pitch when the first reports arrived from the vanguard teams sent out earlier that day. The news was both a triumph and a warning.

"They’ve reached their locations," a scout reported, breathless. "The portals are being established as we speak, but there’s a complication."

According to the dispatches from the Scorching Lands, the monster tide in the outlying regions was far more massive than their initial intelligence suggested.

The density of the Scarlet Bears was so great that the teams couldn’t reach their primary target zones. They had been forced to pivot, opening portals in the nearest fortified towns rather than the heart of the disaster zones.

Reports from the vanguard teams in the remote towns were coming in like lightning strikes, each one more urgent than the last. The monster tides were not just moving; they were accelerating.

The scouts estimated that the lead elements of the Scarlet Bear hordes would reach the town perimeters in less than three hours. For Berry, Sara, and Ro, the luxury of preparation had officially expired.

"What in the world are they doing?"

The question was whispered in various corners of the command centres. The movements of the three girls had become impossible to ignore.

Anyone who had been tracking the flow of the guild’s top masters noticed the shift; the three were no longer operating as separate entities. They were moving in a tight, synchronised rhythm, pulling resources and masters with a singular focus that bordered on the obsessive.

Anjie stood amidst her father’s most trusted masters, her eyes narrowed as she studied the latest deployment charts. She felt a nagging itch at the back of her mind—the distinct sensation that she was missing a piece of the puzzle.

During the last grand meeting, the silence from the trio had been deafening. It was characteristic of Berry and Ro to remain quiet, but Sara?

Sara was a firebrand, always the first to challenge a strategy or attempt to outshine the others with a bold counter-proposal. Her sudden reticence was the loudest alarm bell of all.

"I bet she knows something," Anjie muttered, her gaze drifting toward the sector where Lara was stationed. "Is Lara the one pulling the strings behind these manoeuvres?"

It was a classic stalemate of suspicion. Anjie suspected Lara of secret ambition, while Lara, observing the same data, suspected Anjie of consolidating power in the north.

Neither of them considered the quiet, unassuming Lina as the architect, nor did they realise the three "lesser" girls were acting on their own initiative. Eventually, the weight of their own responsibilities forced them to look away. Both Lara and Anjie pushed their suspicions aside, doubling down on the Herculean tasks in front of them.

Lara, in particular, felt the crushing weight of her role. Being the "headquarters" of the continental defence was a double-edged sword.

Her city had been ravaged, and her masters were spread dangerously thin—some rebuilding the shattered walls, others overseeing the delicate production of the new spears, and still others managing the influx of refugees from the three recently reclaimed kingdoms.

For a brief, dark moment, she felt as though she had been handed the short end of the straw—stuck with the administrative nightmare while others found glory on the field. However, her mood lifted when her master smiths successfully established a massive forging complex in the city’s outer districts.

Away from the crowded inner zones, the rhythmic clang of hammers began to echo 24/7, churning out the anti-bear spears in quantities that finally felt substantial.

Then, the news of the trio’s activities in the Scorching Lands reached her. Instead of feeling threatened, Lara let out a long, ragged sigh of relief.

"At least someone is stepping up to shoulder this burden," she whispered to the empty air of her office. To her, this wasn’t a play for dominance; it was a much-needed reinforcement. She felt like a lone titan holding up the sky, and she welcomed any hand that reached out to help share the load.

But as the three girls officially moved back to the Scorching Lands town, the scale of their "help" became apparent. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

They weren’t just sending a few squads. They had delegated the command of their primary frontline factions to their grandfathers and Panther, freeing themselves to lead the reserve forces personally.

Berry left her elite units under the watchful eye of the Long clan elders, Sara entrusted her academy masters to her grandfather, and Ro leaned entirely on Panther’s prophetic oversight.

The three girls knew that to make a "big noise"—to truly change the narrative of the war—they had to be on the ground, directing the flow of battle from the heart of the new network. They moved with lightning speed.

Behind them trailed a massive exodus of reserve faction masters and auxiliary forces. Thousands of warriors, fueled by the prestige of the families involved, moved in a coordinated march toward the portals leading to the Scorching Lands.

The sight was a spectacle that no scout could ignore. The sheer volume of high-level masters leaving the central hubs prompted Lara and Anjie to send specialised reconnaissance teams to finally follow them. They needed to know where this secret army was heading.

When the scouts arrived at the Scorching Lands town, they were met with a sight that defied explanation. The town, once a dusty frontier outpost, had been transformed into a bristling fortress of industry and magic.

The concentration of masters was staggering. It wasn’t just a defensive garrison; it was a grand army in waiting, a force capable of splitting into multiple divisions and holding its own against a continental threat.