Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1491: The Grand Blue Purgators’ Elder

William realised that the Fox had secret supporters and hidden assets—like this Medium World and the Mystic Arts monsters behind it—that even his master, the legendary leader of the human resistance, hadn’t been fully aware of in the previous timeline.

But in this life, the board had been reset. William was determined to use every scrap of his future knowledge to shift the tide and crush the Fox once and for all.

His strategy was a complex, multi-layered game: he had already begun infiltrating the Mystic Arts community with the intent to subvert them to his cause, and now he was focusing his efforts on saving a formidable force—the Blue Purgators—that had been annihilated long before his master’s resistance had even formed in his past life.

By saving them, he wasn’t just being a hero; he was rewriting the power balance of the upper realm.

"Starting with the Purgators," William whispered to himself as he worked. He planned to use Becky and the others as anchors in the upper realm, paving the way for a coalition far more robust and united than anything the upper realm had seen.

William stayed true to his word. While Bernard’s unit retreated toward the Floating Castle, William began a tour around the massive fortress’s perimeter. He moved like a ghost through the grey fog, stopping at many points to stage more of his needle and spear anchors into the crust.

He worked with determination, feeling the link between his spirit and the world’s core grow stronger with every spear he hammered. Each anchor became a conduit, funnelling his Light and Lightning elements directly into the planet’s darkness pool, effectively carving out a zone where the darkness could no longer support the Scarlet Bears or the monster gates.

Inside the Floating Castle, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Bernard had returned with news that, under any other circumstances, would have been laughed out of the council chamber.

His report was a frantic blur of impossible claims—youngsters from lower realms, planetary core hacking, and secret knowledge of their deadliest enemies.

Yet, the council could not ignore the reality outside their windows. The relentless roar of the Scarlet Bears had been weakening. The purple glow of the monster gates, which had once surrounded them like a ring of fire, was flickering and dying.

"So... This youngster, William," one of the top elders said, his voice dripping with scepticism. He slammed a weathered hand on the council table. "He claims he hails from a lower realm?

And yet, you say he is guarded by strong puppets, possesses secrets about this world that we don’t even know, and—most absurdly—knows about the Fox and our secret war against it? And you, Bernard, expect us to believe he is just some lucky prodigy from a backwater world?!"

The elder’s words gave voice to the immense debate raging through the Purgators’ leadership.

Bernard stood his ground, his eyes reflecting the fatigue of the front lines. "I know it sounds like the raving of a madman," Bernard replied, his voice steady. "But look outside. What he has done so far has proved his ability to execute exactly what he promised. He is doing what we, with all our upper-realm techniques and artefacts, could not do."

He paused, letting the weight of the big changes outside sink in. "At the end of the day, he is a master who is actively helping us survive. He wants to aid our fight against the Fox. Even if his claims about his origin are suspicious, the advantage he offers us is undeniable. We are dying, Elders. Our stones are fading. He is the only one handing us a sword."

Bernard’s point was the pivot upon which the debate turned. Even if William were lying through his teeth about being from a lower realm, his actions were currently aligned with their survival.

Furthermore, Bernard had made sure to highlight William’s deep-seated grudge against the Fox—a sentiment that was the foundational philosophy of the Blue Purgators. To them, hatred of the Fox was a more reliable credential than any identification badge.

"This concludes the debate, then," a voice resonated from the head of the table.

The speaker was the oldest among them, a man whose lineage traced back to the original founder of the Purgators. He was their highest commander, a living relic of their glory days. He turned his piercing gaze toward the faction of leaders who still bristled at the thought of following a lower-realm youth.

"If he manages to deliver on his promise—clearing the entire perimeter of gates and monsters—then he will have proved his worth as an ally," the Commander declared. "At that point, we will move all our remaining forces to support his plan. However..."

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "We will also ask him for a price. If he truly comes from a lower realm, then that realm is our only viable exit from this trap.

We will ask for access. Sending a small group of our masters to scout his world and bring back news will not be an act of rudeness; it will be a necessity of our alliance. If he is who he says he is, he will understand."

The intentions of the grand leader were as transparent as glass. He would offer the full might of the Blue Purgators to support William, but only once the boy proved his theories could be scaled to a global level.

Simultaneously, the veteran commander had no intention of flying blind; he needed to verify the origins of this mysterious youngster. If William truly hailed from a lower realm, that world represented more than just a home—it was their potential life raft.

"I’ll relay the news to him immediately," Bernard said, bowing slightly to the council. "I will wait to bring you the confirmation of his success—"

"Great news!"

The heavy doors of the meeting hall burst open. A scout commander rushed in, his chest heaving and a look of sheer, unadulterated shock plastered across his face.