Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1486: The Blue Purgators

"Oh, they must have noticed me," William noted. After a few hours, as he reached a high valley edge, he spotted a change in the cloud’s behaviour.

A long, blue protrusion—looking like a massive tongue of cerulean light—suddenly extended from the main body of the cloud. It swayed with a serpentine motion, cutting through the dark mass of bears with terrifying ease. It was heading directly for his position.

Unlike the main cloud, which moved with the slow, grinding pace of a glacier, this tongue was lightning-fast. Even from a distance, William could see the Scarlet Bears being vaporised or tossed aside like dry leaves whenever they crossed its path.

"Such strength... It’s unnatural," William muttered, his eyes narrowing. He had initially hypothesised that the blue cloud was a mobile fortress built from countless defensive and offensive formations.

That would explain how masters from a lower realm could survive such a meat grinder. But seeing that tongue move with the agility of a fish in water forced him to discard that theory entirely.

"Such progress and speed can’t be achieved solely through stationary formations!" he realised. This advance was fueled by individual strength.

Even William, who was this close to the pinnacle of power in his own world, couldn’t imagine a single group possessing this level of smooth, coordinated fighting ability.

"Only if there were a hundred versions of me," he thought, "which is statistically impossible. No single force should be able to gather so many monsters of that calibre under one banner."

The closer the tongue got, the more his confusion grew. It was a paradox wrapped in a blue light. He estimated it would take another half-hour for the extension to reach his ridge. Not content to wait, William spurred his monsters into a sprint, diving back into the fray to cut the distance and time in half.

"What a pleasant surprise!"

Just as William closed the final gap with the blue tongue, the azure mist parted to reveal a vanguard of exactly one hundred masters. They moved with a discipline that reminded William more of an elite military unit than a collection of spirit masters.

In their hands, they held uniquely carved blue stones—cerulean ores that pulsed with a steady rhythm, emitting the thick, luminescent gas that formed the protective cloud.

William’s eyes swept over them with utmost curiosity and vigilance, taking in the quality of their gear, the runes on their armour, and the materials of their weapons. He sucked in a cold breath of air, his heart hammering hard.

He recognised them. He finally understood why they were able to withstand the Scarlet Bears without breaking, and why the entire Medium World had pivoted its entire defensive output to crush them.

"What are the Blue Purgators doing here?" William whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and disbelief.

He looked at the banner one of the warriors carried on a reinforced pole strapped to his back. It was a yellow flag emblazoned with a black-silver dragon, surrounded by dancing flames that seemed to flicker with their own internal light. It was a symbol of legendary status in the upper realm—a mark of a force that had once stood as a pillar of human might.

Per the history William knew from his previous life, the Blue Purgators had vanished mysteriously a few years before he had even ascended to the upper realm. Their disappearance had been one of the great enigmas of that age.

His master had often lamented their absence, claiming that the war against the Fox would have turned out far differently had the Purgators still been around to hold the line.

"Oh, a fellow from the upper realm is here, guys!" a burly master in his mid-forties shouted, his voice booming like thunder. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The eyes of the one hundred masters fell upon William simultaneously. They took in his youthful appearance and the thirty-five monsters standing protectively around him.

"Which clan or academy do you come from, lad?" the leader asked, his eyes crinkling with a mix of curiosity and appraisal. "You don’t look nearly old enough to have joined a proper standing force yet. My name is Bernard, and I’m the commander of this vanguard unit!"

The man stretched out a calloused, powerful hand. William shook it without hesitation, meeting the man’s gaze with a steady, unblinking stare. "I’m William. And I don’t come from the upper realm—I came from a lower realm."

"Lower realm?!"

"How can a kid like that come here from a lower realm?"

"I saw him fight just now. He has those puppets aiding him. No master from the lower world could possibly refine such formidable war artefacts!"

A ripple of shock and scepticism passed through the unit. William didn’t bother defending his origins; he had no time for petty disputes. He jumped over their curiosity to satisfy his own.

"Forget about me for a moment," William said, his voice turning sharp and urgent. "What are you doing here? Do you realise what this place is? This is a Medium World—a gathering hub designed to link Scarlet Bear breeding farms with the gates of the apocalypse currently opening across dozens of lower realms!"

"What?!!"

William had assumed that a force as legendary as the Blue Purgators would have understood the nature of the world they had invaded. But when he saw the genuinely stunned expressions and heard the sharp exclamations of the vanguard, he realised he had been far too hasty in spilling the truth. It was clear they had been thrown into this world without the slightest inkling of its purpose.

"Frankly," Bernard said, noticing the look of dawning realisation on William’s face and looking momentarily embarrassed, "we weren’t looking to invade here. We were hunting down a massive contingent of dark masters from our own world—enemies we’ve been tracking for months.

But we ended up falling into a massive, multi-layered teleportation formation trap. We were forcibly shifted here along with our Blue Floating Castle and everyone on our side."