Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1490: You Need an Army, I’ll Get You One!

Flashing sparks of white light and sizzling arcs of violet lightning were ferociously eating away at the darkness pool at the core, like a drop of acid hitting a sheet of silk.

Just as the internal fight reached its peak, a terrifying transformation erupted at the surface.

The area William had pointed toward began to warp. The glowing monster gates suddenly dimmed, their light flickering like a dying candle. The endless stream of Scarlet Bears flooding out from them halted. It felt as though an invisible hand had reached out and flipped a master switch, cutting the power supply to the very fabric of the invasion.

And that was just the beginning.

In a radius stretching tens of miles—an area so vast it partially encompassed the territory surrounding the Blue Purgators’ Floating Castle—the change was instantaneous and horrific for the monsters. Every Scarlet Bear within range suddenly stopped moving.

They collapsed to the ground, their massive limbs twitching in violent, uncontrollable spasms. A chorus of roars erupted, but these weren’t sounds of aggression; they were screams of pure, agonising pain.

It was as if their very cores were being roasted from the inside out by the invading light elements. Within a few shallow breaths, the bears began to die in scarily large batches.

The scene was breathtaking and eerie. The sheer, relentless tide that had spent days harassing the Purgators had vanished, replaced by a bizarre, heavy silence. To those watching from the ramparts of the Floating Castle in the distance, the sudden quiet was more terrifying than the battle; it felt sudden, unnatural, and deadly.

But for Bernard and his vanguard of one hundred masters, it was nothing short of an act of God. They were watching a miracle play out in real-time, orchestrated by a youth. They stood stupefied for long minutes, unable to process the sudden quietness and peace in the world around.

William, meanwhile, didn’t waste the moment. He moved fast, finalising the last few touches on his layout. He added the illusion formations he had planned beforehand, masking the gathering of formations and arrays, so the enemies controlling the world wouldn’t pinpoint the source of the great changes happening at this world’s core.

Watching the immense shock frozen on their faces, a faint smile managed to touch his lips. "How about this?" he asked, his voice steady despite the sweat dripping from his forehead. "Do you believe me now?"

"Well..." Bernard cleared his throat, his voice sounding small even to himself. He shook his head vigorously, trying to jolt his mind awake from the spell of shock William had cast. "Will it... Will it keep working if left like that?"

"I just did that to demonstrate the theory," William said, shrugging as he wiped his brow. "To replicate that specific, instantaneous effect across the whole area, I have to exhaust an insane amount of spirit power, which is frankly something I can’t do on my own."

"This..." Bernard was taken aback, his hope momentarily wavering. He had thought the war was over. "Then what do you actually intend to do? If you can’t keep doing that, how do we survive?"

"See these formations?" William motioned with his head toward the glowing lines while gulping another elixir to soothe his aching spirit. "These aren’t just for a one-time blast.

They will constantly absorb and refine the ambient spirit power of this world and supply it to the spears and needles down below. They will slowly charge up, acting like a persistent poison in the world’s core. Over time, they will steadily replicate what you just saw, but on a sustainable, long-lasting loop. Yet..."

He stopped, letting a momentary and intentional pause hang in the air. The Purgators leaned in, their hearts racing. They knew it—there was always a catch to heaven-defying performances.

"Yet, we are currently only speaking about a tiny fraction of this grand world," William continued, his expression darkening. "This single spot is a pinprick. It isn’t enough to secure total control over the world. We need to replicate this setup at tons of places all over the world before we can say we have a real chance at taking control."

"Got it." Bernard paused, his eyes travelling from the small patch of formations to the vast, fog-choked horizon. He finally grasped the scale of the task. He looked back at William, his gaze now filled with a newfound, profound respect.

"You want our help. You need an army to protect these spots and the strength to reach the right locations around the world. Let me go back and speak with our leaders. I’m sure once they hear the story, see the results, they’ll agree to step up personally to support you. The Blue Purgators do not sit idle when a path to victory is shown."

"Sure, you go ahead," William replied. Unlike what Bernard and the others expected, William didn’t seem interested in enjoying the safety of the castle walls just yet.

"I’ll stay out here and keep building more spots while you prepare things on your side. I’ll start by fortifying the area immediately around your castle. It’ll give your people a bit of room to breathe, rest, and prepare."

"Thanks," Bernard said, his voice unusually kind. He didn’t know why, but as he looked at the young man standing alone against the fog, it felt like he was speaking with a veteran master of the Purgators—someone who had spent a lifetime in their ranks, someone who genuinely cared about their survival beyond any personal benefits.

Bernard, for all his experience, would never have guessed that William’s motivations were not rooted in a sudden burst of altruism for the Purgators. William’s gaze was fixed on a much more distant horizon—on his master and the inevitable, deadly confrontation with the Fox monster.

In his past life, William had witnessed the near-impossibility of resisting that bastard. The Fox didn’t just have power; it had tendrils of influence stretching into the darkest corners of the universe.